Love at First Video (Misha Collins x Reader)

Time Apart

You stared at your phone, Misha's name glowing like a big neon sign. You couldn't stop staring at the missed call notice, or the three text notifications. But no matter how much you wanted to, you couldn't force yourself to answer his calls, or read his messages. His judgement had hurt you deeply. Especially when he wouldn't listen to you, or give you a chance to explain yourself. How could you start a marriage, or bring this wonderful gift into the world, when he wouldn't even give it a chance. 

"You're sure you're okay?" Gen asked again as she made herself busy about the guest bedroom, fluffing pillows and closing curtains. "There's extra clothes in the dresser, and toiletries in the bathroom. And anything in the kitchen is yours, even my hidden stash of ice cream and cookies." She said, trying to gain a chuckle out of you.

All you could offer her was a weak smile. She plopped down on the bed next to you, wrapping her arm around your shoulder. "Don't worry, he'll wrap his mind around it, and be beyond excited at the news. He's a man, they think differently, and have weird ideas." She tried to reassure you.

"Hey, I heard that!" Jared yelled through the partly closed door, and you could see him swinging a kid on each arm as he took them to bed. But the sight made your heart ache, and you looked down to your lap, a stray tear landing on your hands.

"It's just, if he acted that way, over the fact that I hadn't told him yet, what's our marriage going to be like? Maybe we really our rushing into things, and we should step back. We could postpone the wedding, and I could..."

Gen shushed you. "Wait, don't make any plans tonight. You're still upset, and hurting. At least give it until tomorrow, or until you talk to him again."

You nodded, even though you weren't sure your mind would change tomorrow. But maybe Gen had a point, and you were still being run by emotions. She got up to leave, turning to face you once again, her hand on the door. "It's my belief that the two of you will work things out. I've watched you together, and you're too happy together, too good together, to let something like this ruin it."

After she was gone, you dropped your phone on the nightstand, before walking into the bathroom. Your entire body felt like it was weighed down, each step difficult and heavy. Shedding your clothes, you turned the bathtub on, before standing in front of the long mirror in only your panties and bra. Usually you were way too unconscious to do anything like this, but you were searching for a difference. Turning sideways, you placed a hand on your hardly swollen belly, amazed that their was life growing in there. Life created by you and Misha. It was something that should have brought you joy, brought you closer together. But instead, here you were, grief stricken. Sighing, you tossed your bra and panties to the side before climbing into the warm water, letting it sooth your aching soul.

You weren't sure how much time had passed, but when you had finally opened your eyes again, you saw your hands were turning into prunes, and the water was starting to cool. Feeling a little more relaxed and better, you slipped out of the water, changing into the sleep shirt Gen had provided for you. Crawling under the covers, you shut the lights off, before reaching for your phone. Three missed calls, and four messages, all from Misha. You contemplated erasing them all without even reading them. You wanted to stay mad at him, to let him fume in his own guilt. But you need to know what he was saying, and if he felt sorry for how he acted, or if he was texting you to tell you your stuff was on the curb.

Clicking on the first text, you read the simple, "I'm sorry. Call me." It was short, and was sent only minutes after you had arrived at Gen and Jared's house. The second text was sent about half an hour later. "Please call me, we need to talk about this."

It still didn't let you know how he was feeling, and you clicked delete before moving on to the next one. "Please, let me know you're okay. I'm sorry I acted that way, and I really need to talk to you."

You scrolled to the fourth and final text. "I've just talked to Jared, and he let me know you're safe. I know I can't make up for how I acted, but I hope you will give me the chance to try. I love you."

You felt tears soaking your pillow, and you weren't sure if they were from exhaustion, your hormones, or the fact that Misha still loved you. You contemplated texting him back, seeing if he was ready for you to come home, but you weren't quite ready. You needed some more time to yourself, to make sure that you were making the right decision. Turning on your side, you brushed your tears away, before trying to sleep. It was a long process, and your pillow was soaked, but finally you fell into a fitful sleep.

You woke the next morning to the giggling of children outside your door, and Jared trying to hush them. Yawning, you gave up on more sleep, slipping out of the comfortable bed. Gen had put some jeans and a t-shirt on the dresser, and you slipped them on, before throwing your hair up into a fast bun. Your stomach queasy, you decided a piece of toast would help calm it, and you made your way into the kitchen, where Jared was serving up pancakes.

"Hey Y/N!" Shep and Tom both yelled, before stuffing their faces full of syrupy pancakes. Trying not to gag, you gave them a smile, before steering around them. 

"Hey, how are you feeling?" Jared asked, before handing you a cup of tea, and a gently buttered piece of toast.

"How did you know?" You asked him, taking a sip of the tea.

"It was Gen's go to breakfast with both boys." He answered. You watched him closely, wondering what the huge grin on his face was all about.

"Y/N, did you see..." Tom started to say, but Jared quickly hushed him.

"Y/N, why don't you go enjoy your breakfast on the patio. It's lovely out there, and that's where Gen is."  Jared suggested, and you knew right then something was up.

Making your way to the sliding glass doors, you gasped at what you saw outside, almost dropping your tea in the process.