The Doctor & The Writer.

18

"And after that I left everybody and moved here." Misha says following me down my hallway.
"Wow." And that's when I realize I'm being a huge dick to my boyfriend who just told me why he ran away. I stop quickly and turn around. "Misha I'm so sorry."
"It's okay."
"How about you and I go on a date tonight?"
"Ok." Misha nods.
"I'm just so busy today and I'm sorry I can't just sit down and talk with you." I reach my hand down and grab his.
"It's okay I should probably go back to work anyway."
"Ok." I nod. "I love you." I lean and give a him a kiss.
"I love you too." He smiles slightly.
"Tonight you, me, fancy clothes, fancy restaurant."
"At 6." Misha smiles for real this time.
"Yes and you mr. You tell me everything on your mind."
"Okay."
"Jensen phone call on line 3." Our new assistant Doctor, Joan says.
"I gotta go."
"Bye." Misha leans up and kisses me again.
"Bye." I grin in the kiss and then let go of his hand and walk away. "Dr. Jensen ackles." I answer the phone.
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"Have I mentioned you look amazing." I grin as we walk down the block to our house.
"Yes." Misha nods with a slight chuckle.
"Ok because you are-" I give a thumbs up with my hand that isn't getting held by mishas.
"Do you ever sometimes wish we would've gone slower? More awkward dates less... I wish we actually never stop anything were doing." He laughs.
"I think you're adorable and yeah maybe but then I wouldn't get to see grumpy sleepy you." I sway our hands back and fourth.
"Shut up."
"See you're now getting tired."
"Ok maybe a little." He looks down then looks back up with a smile.
"What?" I laugh.
"I just can't believe I had such a shit childhood and pre adulthood and now I'm here with you holding my hand and probably ready to bang me but you're to nice to come out and say it-"
"Actually I was thinking we could end the night with no sex..?"
"Ok see but you're just so nice to me." Misha pouts his bottom lip out. "I love it. I want everybody to be treated the way you treat me."
"Then I'd just become boring."
"True." Misha steps up on the first porch step then looks down at me. "You're so amazing to me and I don't know how to act because I'm used to be treated like a tool or-or object."
"I know." I nod listening.
"See! You're listening and not telling me to put my feelings away!"
"I think you should rant sometimes and when you start calming down and lean in and kiss you and make both of us super happy."
"I can't wait for that time." Misha grins. "But!" He starts again. "I know I talk about this all the time but you're just sooo sweet."
"Thank you." I rest my hand on his hip.
"And you make me breakfast and let me wear your clothes and let me shower first and make the bed and you let me change the channel when I'm getting bored."
"Hmm you're right I am way too nice to you." I grin.
"But I love it." He pouts his lip out again.
"Good because I will most likely never stop. Well... Except the tv thing. I'm stopping that." I lean up and kiss him making both us smile.
"I knew I shouldn't have told you." Misha chuckles.
"Hey you get in there and get my pajamas nice and warm!" I playfully say making him turn back around.
"I will if I can wear them?" He opens the door and walks to the kitchen bar to where a note sits that simply says:
Went to bed early.
love you both
have fun on your date!

xoxo mom

"Let's go to bed." I kiss his cheek then start walking away.
"Agreed." Misha yawns and follows behind me.