Script

Two.

I slowly waddled into the pool, too scared to jump off the end of it.  Knowing my luck, if end up being a belly flop rather then a dive and kill the baby.

I mean, I used to be on a swim team as a young teenager, but there was a reason I quit.  I sucked at diving, and competitive swimming.

As I waddled into the water, Jensen sprayed me with a water gun.  Great. 

"Jensen!" I squealed as he proceeded to squirt water at me. 

My hair was wet along with my upper body.  Really didn't want to get my hair wet, but oh well.  Too late.

"Whoops.  Sorry." He kept pumping the gun. 

Misha proceeded to lift me onto his shoulders and swim around.  The day went fast and so did the next few.  We found ourselves is Jensen and Danneels room.  He set JJ on my lap and I proceeded to tickle her.  She giggled and Jensen set his phone up on the tripod and the stream started.  It was this app called Meerkat.  I've never seen or used it before, but it seemed really cool. 

JJ ran off with my Santa hat and I looked back at the camera.  I scooted onto Misha's lap as Jensen started introducing the stream. 

"Hello, I'm Jensen Ackles, this is Veronica Issac, Misha Collins, and Jared Padaleki."

Genevieve popped her head into the lens and said, "and I'm in the background with Danneel.  I'm Genevieve.  The cool demon that was murdered."

"And of course JJ who is currently MIA with my Santa hat." I grumbled pretending to pout.  I heard her giggling from under Jensen's bed. 

Jensen pulled out his acoustic guitar and began to strum a few chords.  "Really not feeling Christmassy since we're in Hawaii and on vacation but I suppose for those of you whom are freezing or are enjoying the sun like us, we'll sing a few Christmas carols."

Misha kept a tight hold on my waist as Jared left to grab a beer.  I rocked back and forth as Jensen started singing Jingle Bells.  I joined in looking at his sheets of paper which were plastered with Christmas carols. 

"Jingle Bells, Jingle Bells, Jingle all the way..." The song continued on and on until Jensen stopped with the last chord.

"I need to go to the washroom.  You know how to play?" Jensen asked me holding out the guitar.

"Yeah." I took the guitar and the pick and turned to the camera.  I ruffled through the sheets.  "What should I play?" I looked at Misha.  Jared had gone to the kitchen of the room to make some spaghetti.  

Misha gave me a quick kiss on the nose while saying, "I think you should play that song where it's like 'Have Yourself a Merry Little Christmas'."

I grinned and positioned the guitar on my lap.  I started the strumming pattern and singing.  Misha hummed along beside me and Danneel came around the back chasing JJ.  Finally once the stream was over, Misha and I waddled into the kitchen to help with dinner.

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Vacation was over.

It was so boring. 

Misha was at work and I was home alone left to do nothing. 

My story was updated.  I've done all the chores. I've eaten basically the whole entire cupboard. 

I've lost my Harry Potter book collection and I'm thinking Misha had tossed them out thinking I was too obsessed.

He's probably right.

I've watched all the movies this week.  Death Note isn't appealing right at this very moment in time.  I don't have the time to watch L die or Light be a douche and claim to be God or eat potato chips.  Only Death Note fans will understand my last reference.

I plopped onto my back on the bed.  The blue comforter wrinkling underneath me. 

I let out a groan and rolled over to see my alarm clock flashing in bright green numbers '3:30'.  So this is what the next few months was going to be like? Great.  Just great.

Maybe I could start looking for a new job to have until I'm back on Supernatural?

I grabbed my laptop and searched up 'actresses wanted in Vancouver'. The Google search popped up with many things but I clicked the first link. It took me to a page that read, 'Looking for girl aged 17-20 for condom commercial'. Apparently, not.

The next one read, 'Female pregnant actresses ages 18-23 wanted for pregnancy testing commercial'. Yup. That's what I'm going for.

I clicked the Read More sign and it expanded to show the details. 'Auditions held January 2nd, 2018'. I continued to read the location and grinned. Auditions were at 12:00. I pulled out my phone immediately and texted Misha.

"To- Mish Mish: Going for an audition for a commercial tomorrow. Need some more cash to save."

I pressed send with my painted Red and Gold fingernail. He was on a small break now so he was able to text back basically immediately.

"From- Mish Mish: Sounds great :) I'm off to go and attempt to kill Mark."

I gave a half hearted laugh and plugged my phone in. I hobbled over to the shower and turned the nob. I really miss filming. Life seemed to boring. I mean, the baby shower was in three weeks so I had something to look forward to, but the fact that for this time being I really couldn't be on set because there was no point because I wasn't filming.

I stepped out and wrapped a towel around my hair and around my body and walked into my bedroom. 

No one was home... Nobody was going to judge me. 

...

I whipped off my towel and turned on Whitney Huston.

"AND IIIIIII WILL ALWAYS LOVE YOUUUUUUUU-IIIII WILL ALWAYS LOVE, YOUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUU!"

I screamed the song aloud not caring how I sounded.  I sang into my hair brush and jumped on the bed like a retard.

I could get used to being home alone I guess...

Just then the front door opened as I had my iPad on full blast playing Carry On My Wayward Son by Kansas in the kitchen.  I gasped as I turned around holding my grape juice as Lexy entered holding her spare key I have her.  Totally forgot she was coming over to hang out.

Shit.

"Meep." I mumbled and dropped my grape juice.

"OH MY GOD!" She covered her eyes and cowered.  Why is it always me who gets caught naked?

"DONT LOOK AT MY BODY I'M NAKED."  I yelled at her just as my creepy old-man-neighbour from across the road stopped shovelling his drive way, looked at me and chuckled.  I dropped to the floor behind the island.

"CLOSE THE BLOODY DOOR.  THE BABY AND I ARE NAKED."

The door creaked closed and Kansas changed to Ozzy Osbourne's, Mama I'm Coming Home.  I ran up the stairs and grabbed a pair of Misha's boxers and his top from last night. 

I walked down to see a shocked and frightened Lexy.  "I'm going to need a raise if that happens again."

"Agreed." 

(A/N: SORRY THIS IS SO SHORT.  VOTE AND COMMENT PLEASE. I'll edit grammar and stuff afterwards...)