Supernatural Imagines

Taking Time Off From 'You' (Misha Pt. 2)

This is part 2 of the previous imagine, requested by Artistictia. I'm dedicating it to you too! 😁💕

OMG THE GIF 😭😭😭 My baby...

🎶: 'Blame' by Calvin Harris ft. John Newman

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"Mommy... mommy? Mommy," Your son continued to call out to you but your attention was glued to your laptop and the work-related document opened on its screen.

"Mommy! Mommy... Mom-"

"What?!" You said harshly, making your son look at you with hurt and fright. You sighed, "I'm sorry baby, I'm just... I'm busy doing work. What's wrong?" You got up from your seat and walked over to the seat that he sat on. He looked at you sadly.

"Mommy, I miss daddy. When is he going to come home?" He asked and you ruffled his hair a bit.

It was hard, you struggled, but you tried to forget him. But how could you? He's still your husband, it's not like you're divorced. Your love for him is incomprehensible.

Its been 3 months without him, everyday was a painful reminder of that day where you decided to leave him temporarily. You missed his voice, his smile, his hugs... his presence in your proximity, especially when you both lay in bed.

You frowned, rubbing your hands. "Okay sweetheart, maybe we could surprise daddy tomorrow? We can get some cupcakes as a treat," You suggested and he clapped and smiled widely.

Your son ran to his bedroom, taking out a sheet of paper and his crayons. He planned to make a drawing for his daddy as a gift.

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The next day

Your son packed a back-pack with books, toys and some colour pencils to entertain himself at his daddy's place. Currently, You were staying with your parents. You told them everything about what happened, saying that "Give him a second chance. Misha is a good man and he loves you dearly".

You just need to be sure of it... so that your heart doesn't break again.

You reach his... your house in the next five minutes, anticipation rising up in you. All sorts of thoughts start playing in your mind. The last time you had talked to him was about a month ago.

You helped your son out of the car and held his hand as you both walk up to the door of the house. You take deep breath before ringing the bell.

Nothing.

You wait for a moment, about to ring it again but a CLICK! later, the door swings open.

"What do you-"

"Daddy!" Your son squealed and hugged his father's legs tightly. Misha gasped a bit. "[y/s/n]..." He mumbled shakily.

Misha stared at you, his eyes darting to your son then back to you. "[y/n]..." He clenched his jaw and breathed heavily.

"H-Hi Misha, how are you doing?" You asked and he sighed, moving away from the door after opening it fully. You walked into the house, everything looks the same... though it was really dim.