Love at First Video (Misha Collins x Reader)

Eavesdropper

"Are you sure you're feeling okay?" Misha asked you for the third time in an hour as the two of you sat outside on the patio in the early morning hours. Misha was getting ready to go to work, but you had gotten up a little earlier to spend some time with him before he left. Your stomach was rolling, but you were trying to keep normal, not wanting him to recognize anything.

"Yeah, I think my stomach's a little upset from dinner last night." You hedged, as you scooted closer to his warmth on the lounge. He was already dressed and ready, while you were still in your pajama's, and you enjoyed the quick cuddle before he was gone for the day. 

"Do you want me to call our neighbor? She can take the kids today, and you can relax. And maybe you could hang out with Gen?" He asked you, gently rubbing his hand up and down your back.

"No, that's alright. The kids and I will be fine. I've got some last minute wedding preparations to finish, and then the kids and I will relax. Maybe watch a movie, take a nap. Easy day." You assured him.

"Well, I won't be filming a lot today, so I should be home much earlier. But if you need anything, just call me." He told you, kissing your forehead before sliding out of the chair. Immediately you missed his warmth, and you rolled over to reach for him, the movement making your stomach roll. You shot up, forgetting that you were trying to play it cool, rushing into the house, into the nearest bathroom, where your cup of tea came rolling back up.

You didn't hear Misha follow you in, but you felt a comforting hand on your shoulder before he pulled your hair back. "Y/N, please let me call our neighbor. I hate seeing you like this, on top of having to care for the kids." He pleaded with you.

Wiping your hand across your mouth, you gratefully accepted the cup of water he handed you. "No, it should pass, I just need to give it a little time. You go on ahead, I think I might go lay in bed for a little bit, until the kids are up." 

He didn't seem appeased, but he helped you up the stairs, and back into bed, making sure your cell phone was in reach. "I'll check back in as soon as I get to work. But I don't like leaving you like this."

"I'll feel better in a little bit. And if I don't, I will call someone. I promise." You assured him, as he pressed a kiss to your forehead before leaving the room, a frown still on his face. Your stomach feeling a little better, you laid your head back, falling back to sleep.

"Mom!" was yelled right next to your ear, waking you instantly. You shot straight up in bed, seeing West standing right next to the bed. "Yeah, she's awake now." He said, and you noticed he was holding your phone. "Here, it's Dad."

You took the phone from him, holding it to your ear. "Hey." You muttered, your voice still laced with sleep.

"I'm sorry he woke you. I was just calling to see how you were feeling." Misha asked you, his voice breathless, and you could tell he was walking across set.

"Much better. I think that little bit of sleep helped me." You told him as West came and cuddled into your side. 

"Okay." He answered you, but he didn't sound convinced. After talking for a couple more moments, you hung up, turning to West who had fallen back asleep against you. Yawning, you closed your eyes, falling asleep once again.

"Mom! I hungry." Maison said right next to your ear, and you struggled to wake back up, feeling West move in your arms. 

"Okay." You mumbled, opening your eyes and struggling to slide out of bed. West was waking up, and he moved with you, climbing out of bed. Wrapping your robe around you, you followed the kids down the stairs into the kitchen. "What do you want?" You asked them, rubbing your eyes. Maybe it hadn't been such a good idea to fall asleep the second time.

"Scrambled eggs." They both decided, and you opened up the fridge, pulling out eggs. But as soon as they started to cook, the smell got to you, and you found yourself running to the bathroom, emptying an already empty stomach. After rinsing your mouth out, you came back into the kitchen, to see West attempting to cook the eggs. 

"Sorry bout that kiddos." You apologized, feeling much better.

"Are you sick?" West asked you, letting you take over.

"No, not really. My stomach's just a little queasy, and might be for a while." You admitted to them.

They took it at face value, and waited patiently for their eggs. After placing their plates down in front of them, you heard the phone ringing. Answering it, you weren't surprised to hear Gen's phone on the other end. "Hey Gen." 

"Hey Y/N, how are you feeling?" She asked you, and you could hear the two boys playing behind her.

"My stomach's still giving me issues, but other wise I'm okay." You told her.

"Well, Misha's worried, and he talked to Jared about it. And Jared called me, figuring I knew something about it. Which tells me you haven't told him yet." She said, before yelling something back to her kids.

"No, I thought about it last night, and I wanted to wait and tell him for a wedding present. But if my morning sickness is as bad as it was today, that might not happen." You said, seeing West watching you closely, and you moved in to the other room, not wanting him to over hear and tell his dad.

"How bad is it? Do you need me and the boys to come over so you can rest?" She asked you.

"No, I think it's passing. But I hope that it doesn't last for the rest of the pregnancy." You worried to her. "And I still need to retry on my wedding dress. It's only days away, but I hope it still fits." 

"It should, you aren't showing yet. And let me know when you do that. You can drop West and Maison off with my baby sitter, and we can go together." 

You talked a couple more minutes about wedding plans, before you went back to check on the kids. Their plates were in the sink, and they were no where in sight. Climbing the stairs, you found each kid in their room, getting ready for the day. "Hey, what do you guys want to do today? I need to make a couple of calls, and then it's up to you."

"Just play." West answered, giving you a weird look. "Maybe outside."

"Sure, sounds great." You answered. "And your dad said he should be home early today. Maybe we can even eat dinner outside too."

"Sure." He said, leaving you to head down the stairs. Waiting for Maison, you walked with her, grabbing your phone and wedding planner, sitting down on the lounge while they went to go play in their sandbox.

The morning went by fast, the kids keeping themselves occupied while you checked on the last minute details of your wedding. You couldn't believe it was this Saturday, only five more days until you were Misha's wife. It excited you, and made you nervous, especially with the new baby on the way.

You had almost lost track of time when you heard the garage door open, and Misha's voice ringing out in the house. "Hey, where is everyone?"

You waved your hand, and he came outside, perching on the edge of your chair. "How are you feeling?" He asked you, his hand grasping yours, his eyes full of concern.

"Please don't tell me you left work early because you were worried about me." You told him, but he shook his head.

"No, they were done with me." He told you as the kids came running over. "Hey guys."

"Hi Dad!" Maison yelled, throwing her arms around him.

"Hey Dad." West said, standing there, a strange look on his face. "What's pregnancy mean?"