“Hey, J, have you seen the -” Misha stops in his tracks and blinks at the sight in front of him, “Oh.”
Jensen’s asleep on the couch with West, Maison and JJ asleep on top of him.
Ridiculously enough, his first thought is “how are they all fitting on there without falling off, Jensen isn’t even that broad???”
His second thought is stunned silence with his heart skipping a solid three beats.
Sometimes, like right now, Misha is struck dumb with the realization of how fucking much he loves this idiot and how lucky he is. This is apparently one of those moments because his heart feels like it’s going to explode out of his chest and he doesn’t even need a mirror to know that he’s smiling like a moron.
Danneel slides up next to him with a knowing smile on her face, “They’re pretty cute, huh?”
Misha grins, ducking his head for a moment, “Yeah.”
“They passed out about thirty minutes ago,” she informs him, bumping their hips together. “You okay? You look a little shellshocked.”
“Yeah,” he huffs a laugh and turns to smile at her, this beautiful, smart, witty, incredible woman that he gets to share his life with too, “I’m okay. I’m -” Misha rubs a hand over his mouth, trying to cover the ridiculous, eye-crinkling grin he’s wearing, “I’m pretty fucking great, actually.”
Danneel smiles softly and leans over, pressing a kiss to his cheek, “That’s true.”
She pulls back after a moment, nudging her head towards the kitchen, “Vicki and me made cookies. You want to come help us ice them for when the kids wake up?”
“Sure,” Misha smiles and looks over at the sofa again, “Just… let me take a picture of this.”
Danneel laughs as brightly as she can without waking anyone up, “You can add them to the 300 we took earlier.”
Misha just grins and creeps over quietly, taking as many pictures as he can - he’s sappy, okay? Sue him. This is easily one of the cutest things he’s ever seen.
He presses a kiss to each of their foreheads when he’s satisfied and Jensen blinks his eyes open sleepily, “Mish…?”
Misha smiles softly and brushes a hand through his hair, “Hey… go back to sleep.” Jensen makes a sleepy noise and lets his eyes close again, a total sucker for Misha’s hands in his hair. It doesn’t take that long for him to fall back to sleep.
Vicki wraps her arms around Misha from behind as he pulls out his phone and composes a tweet. She chuckles against his shoulder, pressing a gentle kiss there, “He’s going to kill you, you know that, right?”
He just shrugs a little bit, still smiling dumbly at his phone, “Worth it.”
The tweet is a picture of the four of them passed out with the light from the window behind them. Misha just adds, “Happy Sunday #feelinglucky”
At the very least, Jensen will appreciate the hashtag.