Red.

Such a wonderful color that always seems to fill her with joy. Especially when she gets to use the color to make her own lovely art piece. Her giggling voice mixes quite nicely with the splattering sounds that fill the room. She taps her heels along with the tempo she has created for herself, and feels her lips turn up into a bright smile. Feeling quite jovial, she threw her knife into the air and let it hang there for a moment. Another laugh echoes through the room as she catches the knife and begins making another mess.

Yes, Yor Forger is an artist. Her art simply creates a better Ostania.

"Maybe I should get some knives of my own." Yor says absently while continuing her work.

"Is something wrong with those knives, Yor?" Her husband says while sitting at the table reading the newspaper, her fake husband. Yor jolts in surprise, and stops chopping the tomatoes. She sets the knife down and grabs a dish towel to wipe her hands and face clean tomato.

"N-no, Loid." Thankfully Loid is reading the newspaper and can not see how nervous she is. Does she always have to get lost while doing anything similar to her work? Preparing the ingredients for breakfast is a simple thing that she should be able to do. All the slicing and chopping lets her mind wander to more savory topics though, like the assassination she performed last night. How could she not compare the juices from the tomatoes to the blood of that filthy spy? Both got punctured quite easily, and they both left her in a slight mess. The only downside to cutting up these ingredients would be the lack of gore that she is so fond of.

"Papa, what does the word gore mean?" Yor looks over to her daughter walking towards Loid after changing into her school uniform. Loid stiffens and slowly turns his head to the inquisitive gaze of their daughter. How does Anya always seem to ask about a word she is thinking of? If she did not know any better, she would think Anya is listening to her thoughts. Anya stiffens slightly as her father looks from his morning paper to stare at their daughter.

"Where did you hear that word from?" Yor could hear the suspicion dripping from his voice.

"Bondman!" Anya says proudly, like Bondman solves every problem. A sigh echoes through the quiet apartment as Loid sets the newspaper down on the table. Yor tries to recall any time the cartoon has ever mentioned gore. Is that show not for children? Sure it features spies and guns, but to have gore? It did not seem to show any gore the few times she sat and watched it with Anya. Blood sure, but gore is slightly different. Gore makes it extremely difficult to clean up after a mission. After the blood dries and turns flaky on the ground, or how it turns into almost a jelly like substance as it pools on an open wound for a couple of minutes. Getting her icepicks out of clients once the gore has set in can be quite the messy experience.

"Anya how're you feeling? You look a little nauseous." Yor shakes her head to clear her thoughts then looks over to her family. Loid reaches a hand out to feel their daughter's forehead. "You don't seem to have a fever…"

"I'm ok, papa." Anya steps away from her fathers touch. "Can I watch cartoons?"

"Hmm…I suppose you can while breakfast is being made." Yor saw their daughter smile and run over to the television set. Soon the Bondman theme could be heard throughout the home along with the sounds of excitement Anya makes while watching. Yor feels her lips turn up into a soft smile as she watches Anya jump and wave her arms at the goofy show. Movement catches her eyes and she turns to see Loid enter the kitchen. If she did not see him she would not have noticed him enter at all. He can seamlessly hide his presence from her, and she knows it can not be intentional. What need would he have to hide in his own home? An interesting trait he has that takes many assassins years to accomplish.

"Finished with the ingredients, Yor?" Her eyes follow him as he steps into the kitchen. She just now noticed that he is wearing his favorite suit, she thinks the green one is his favorite anyway. He seems to wear that one more than any other color he owns. He has not put his suit coat on yet, so she admires the way his shirt hugs his arms. She watches as he rolls up his sleeves while moving up next to her at the counter, and she pulls her eyes away from him to look back at the food she was preparing.

"Y-yes, I just finished chopping them." She hears him hum questioningly while he looks over all the ingredients she has prepared. She watches as his eyebrows raise after looking over the food on the counter, then he smiles and releases a low chuckle.

"Well, I guess we can use all the extra ingredients for dinner tonight." Her cheeks redden hearing him try to comfort her. Extra? She only chopped a couple tomatoes, some bell peppers, and a few onions. That should be enough for all three of them, and the omelets should be extra nutritious.

"Why would there be extra?" She voices the question turning from the counter to face Loid. Her eyes drift to his bare forearms as he reaches up into a cabinet to grab some bowls.

"We only need one of each for the three of us." The bowls ding as he sets them on the countertop. He begins to scoop most of the ingredients into separate bowls. "You'll see when I make them. Now, is the rice ready?"

"Yes, sir!" Loid tilts his head at her once the words leave her mouth. She grabs one of the bowls on the counter in front of Loid. She then turns on her heel and scoops some rice into the bowl from the rice cooker on the opposite counter. She tried to make rice in a pot once, and then they had to call the fire department. Who knew you needed water to cook rice? Now, they have a fire extinguisher next to the fridge and a cute little rice cooker. Once all the rice is in the bowl, she turns and sets it on the counter in front of Loid. "The rice, sir!"

"Yor, I'm your husband." She looks up into his blue eyes and notes the mirth inside them. She feels some warmth flood into her cheeks as she stares into his blue pools. "Please don't call me sir."

"S-sorry, Loid." He chuckles again while shaking his head and turns his attention back to the food on the counter. Loid reaches back up into the cabinet, and brings down a mixing bowl. He puts all the ingredients into the bowl and begins stirring it all together with a wooden spoon. She watches his arms work for a moment before she feels a gaze on her. She looks back up and Loid is looking at her expectantly. "What is it, Loid?"

"Aren't we forgetting something?" Her eyebrows scrunch together as she ponders the question for a moment. Did she forget anything today? She took care of the laundry last night, hence he is wearing his favorite suit. She puts her hand to her chin and looks down in thought. From the corner of her eye, she can see a dog bowl on the ground. The bowl just so happened to be empty. She snaps her head up to look into Loids expecting gaze.

"We need to feed Bond!" He smiles and shakes his head at her.

"Bond is still with Frankie." He stops stirring the food and turns to face her. "I'm going to pick him up after work today."

"Oh…right." How could she forget that they left Bond with Frankie over the weekend. How did she not notice that the fourth member of the family was nowhere to be seen? It must have slipped her mind since she was on a "business trip" all weekend too. Loid had that psychiatry convention, and Anya went on a school trip to the aquarium. Sunday night when Becky dropped her off, all Anya could talk about was how boring the trip was compared to the time the three of them went. She also talked about how huge and how much fun it was at the Blackbell estate. It was nice of Becky to invite Anya over after the trip to the aquarium. Anya was so happy to come home and see her father again, and Loid was just as happy. He held Anya the whole night before bed, he is such a good father. A sigh escapes her lips as she looks at Loid, and is surprised by the tired look he is giving her.

"It's the ketchup, Yor." Oh! She was supposed to try and remember what she forgot, but she forgot about that too…

"Right, how could I forget." She turns away from him and heads toward the fridge. She grabs the glass bottle and hands it over to Loid. Loid begins shaking the bottle rigorously and even throws it into the air for good measure. He then taps the capped bottle against the counter a few times, then he removes the cap and tilts the bottle at a precise forty-five degree angle to get the contents out of the bottle. A steady flow of the delicious red condiment pours from the bottle and into the bowl. A process that never seems to fail in getting the ketchup out of the bottle. She always just hit the bottom, and that would get the ketchup out of the bottle. It would also break the bottle, getting glass and ketchup everywhere. Her husband is amazing.

"What's amazing?" Yor stiffens at the question that escaped the mouth of her husband. Oh no, did she say that out loud? Get it together Yor! It could have been worse, she could have said something about killing the Westalis spy over the weekend. Instead she just mentioned how amazing her husband is. Her husband who is fake, and who does not have any romantic feelings for her. Wait, that was a question, so he must have only heard the amazing part. Well, that is a relief. That would have been an awkward situation to clear up. Wait! That was a question! Which means he is expecting an answer.

"T-the…um…Ketchup?" Someone kill her. Her hands cover her face in an attempt to hide her embarrassment. Quite the smooth talker she turned out to be. It is a miracle that her first ever romantic relationship has lasted this long. Except there is no romance and this relationship is fake. So, in all her twenty-seven years of life, she has never had a real relationship. Could she have the shopkeeper put a hit on herself?

"It's nothing special." She opens her hands a bit so she can see Loid as he speaks to her. His attention is focused on cooking the eggs in the frying pan. She was so lost in thought she did not even notice he started actually cooking. "Just a trick I learned in a diner when I was younger."

"You worked in a diner?" Life line secured, now let us forget all about that talk of ketchup.

"During my years in school." The sizzling from the frying pan as Loid put the mixed ingredients into the omelet was music to her ears. She lets her hands fall to her sides and her nose is caressed by the savory smell of breakfast. She feels her stomach rumble in anticipation for the meal to come. "I had to pay for my doctorate somehow."

"I'm sure everyone was lining up to eat your food." He laughs at the praise, and she tries not to think about how wonderful it sounds.

"Not many slow days, that's for sure." Yea, it seems to be that the small diners are always busy. From what she has seen, there is usually one server and one cook. That seems to be normal for small diners, and the kitchen is usually small. That must have been grueling work for Loid being the only cook. Working over a stove top the whole day, being cramped inside such a small kitchen. The heat from the stove causes sweat to run down his handsome face, and soak his clothes. The clothes clinging to him show the definition of his fit body. The wet clothes soon become uncomfortable, and he takes off his shirt. The sweat glistens, running down every crevice of his broad chest. It soon travels further, going up and down every ab like a country road. It soon approaches the final destination, the gold at the end of the rainbow. His waistband is in sight, just a little further and-

"Yor!" She snaps back to reality at the tone Loid uses to get her attention. She blinks and notices that she is now alone in the kitchen. She turns and can see that Loid has set her plate of breakfast at her usual spot on the table. Anya is already tearing into her omelet ravenously, and Loid is giving her a look that is filled with concern. "Is everything alright, Yor?"

"Yes!" She yelps and rushes to her seat at the table. She keeps her head down and hopes that Loid does not notice how red her face is. Well, so far today has been fantastic. She spaced out not once, not twice, but three times! Two of those times were right in front of him too. She sighs and stabs into her omelet with indifference, not really feeling all that hungry anymore. Apparently her body is craving something else, or someone else. She sighs again, before placing a delectable bite of food into her undeserving mouth. It tastes amazing as usual, but she just can not find herself enjoying it like she normally would.

"Mama? Papa?" She looks up from her crispy golden breakfast into the big emerald orbs of her daughter. She can see Loid tilt his head towards their daughter in her peripheral vision. "Are you both fighting?"

"What?" Loid says in shock. He looks at her, then shifts his gaze to Anya. "No. What gave you that idea?"

"We're not fighting sweetie." She says sweetly trying to reassure their daughter. Anya looks at her funny, then goes back to eating her breakfast.

She steals a glance of Loid, and is happy to see the man is looking at his food. She releases the breath she was holding, and returns to her breakfast. If there are any problems here, none of them are coming from Loid. It is no surprise that Anya would think that they are fighting though. After zoning out in the kitchen, she cannot even look at Loid without going as red as her sweater. How did she end up so lucky as to be a part of this family, even if it is a fake family. Not only is she now the mother to the most adorable girl, but Anya is also a sweetheart that welcomed her with open arms. It makes her so happy to be a mother to Anya. She also has her wonderful husband, who is so considerate of her and Anya. Her husband, who is a doctor, cares a great deal for his patients too. Always looking for the latest methods to help them, such as the concussive therapy he demonstrated their first night out together. It is no wonder he is in such great shape, and is so muscular. Camilla was right, a woman like herself was lucky to find a hunk like Loid.

A loud ringing echoes through the Forger home, and three sets of eyes look towards the phone. Loid wipes his mouth with a napkin, and stands from the table. He sauntered over to the phone letting it ring a couple more times. He cleared his throat, and grabbed the receiver.

"Hello, Forger residence." He said in a clear respectful voice. A moment passes in silence as both Anya and herself decide to stay quiet for Loid. He turns and looks back at her with a questioning gaze. "Yes, Yor is here."

"Me?" She finds herself saying slightly confused. Loid nods his head, she feels herself sighing again this morning. She stands from the table, and hurries over to the outstretched phone in Loids hand. Probably just work trying to get her to come in early today, and it is supposed to be Camilla who takes the early position today. Loid hands over the phone, and walks back over to the table. She watches him and Anya start chatting about school as she puts her ear against the receiver.

"Hello, Yor speaking." She says into the phone as Loids scolds Anya for waving her fork.

"Your husband seems nice." Her eyes light up at the voice of her boss.

"Good morning, boss." She turns away from Anya and Loid to get whatever privacy she can.

"There is another 'client' for you to take care of." More scum for her to clean up? Oh how she loves back to back jobs. "The shopkeeper will be expecting you."

"I'll be there soon, boss."

AN: Needless to say SpyxFamily has hit the world by storm, and I am obsessed with it. I've read all available chapters of the manga multiple times, and watched every episode multiple times as well. I'm happy to see that the fandom is ever growing, and that so many quality stories are being created. It is with great pleasure to add my own story to the ever growing collection on this site, and I hope you all enjoyed this chapter and what is to come. I hope Yor did not come across as too ooc in this, especially with her more wild fantasies. I can honestly see Yor potentially imagining Loid in such a way at some point however. Well, maybe not as extreme in a shonen, but she is an adult so I took some liberties with her imagination. I will be trying to update this story once a week? Maybe every two? It depends on my work schedule, which is a little sporadic at times. Thank you for reading, and I will see you in the next one. Ciao!