Yor woke early in the morning wrapped up in Loid. Or was it Twilight? Things had gotten more complicated, but in the haze of the morning it felt rather simple. He was already looking at her, a pensive expression on his face.

"Good morning," he said softly.

She couldn't help but blush at the memories of what they did last night.

"Good morning," she replied. When she looked at him closer, she could see the marks she'd left on him from her kisses. Heat rushed through her and she realized how rough she'd been. He met her gaze and finally smiled.

"Good thing I wear high collars," he said. Yor was mortified and... slightly proud? As she took in his early morning visage, there was an undercurrent of pride that she had put him in such a state. And there was the desire to do it again.

They'd awoken a while before his alarm clock, and Yor decided she didn't actually want to get up yet. She trailed her hand on his chest, admiring his form while wondering when he found the time to work out.

"Are you actually a doctor?" she asked.

"Are you actually an office lady?" he asked back.

"Yes," she said, "the… hitman work is more of a side job now."

"It pay well?"

"Better than my office job."

He nodded and proceeded to answer her question. "Except to keep up appearances, I hardly ever am in that hospital."

"And you swear you're not trying to take down the government?" she pressed.

"Yor," he grew serious, "all I want is peace."

"Peace," she repeated. She sat up and the blankets fell from her body. His eyes drifted down from her face and for once Yor couldn't help but like being ogled. Just like the marks she left on his neck and chest, it made her believe him when he said he was genuinely interested in her.

"We should get up, Anya will be awake soon," he finally said.

Yor nodded, at least a little disappointed they weren't going to continue. Loid– er– Twilight had been correct that it was a lot to start out with, but Yor felt she was a quick learner. But they had no form of birth control and Yor wasn't keen on helping Anya get a younger sibling… yet at least. It was one thing to enter into a marriage of convenience with a near complete stranger, only to grow to love him and his daughter, and find out he was an enemy spy. It was another to bear his child.

Once he wasn't a stranger…

Yor simply adored Anya. To have another like her– the cuteness would overload her. Besides that, she had always wanted children of her own, she had just never had a way of getting them.

"Do I even want to know what you're thinking?" Twilight asked, observing as she clutched her reddening face and shook her head to clear her thoughts. She didn't know how he would feel about such things. Clearly he was attracted to her, he trusted her, but did he actually want a future with her?

"This wasn't… a one time thing, was it?" she asked instead.

He shook his head. "No, I would rather it not be."

Despite it all, Yor found herself smiling.

…

Yor arrived at work with a spring in her step and a smile still on her face. She radiated happiness at an incredible rate.

"Have a nice night?" one of her coworkers asked with a smirk.

"Oh," Yor said, thinking back on her night, "yes."

Her coworkers had never seen Yor so floaty before. Well, they had, but it was usually simply her tendency to air headedness.

"You and your hottie husband try something new?" another asked.

Yor couldn't help but blush, and that was answer enough. She knew enough to not be completely honest; if she'd been married for a year, it would be strange to not be intimate at all. She also knew it was something her coworkers liked to talk about. She had just never had something to contribute.

"We, um, well," she tried to say before blushing even deeper. She nodded.

"Please tell," One of the married coworkers said, "Was it new to you… or…"

"Well… we uh… talked," Yor said, "And were honest about some things, and then… well it started out as a misunderstanding, but uh…" she trailed off, not being able to put it to words. How much she loved her family. It honestly scared her a little bit. They hadn't told Anya, and probably wouldn't. There was no need for her to know her parents now loved each other the way actual married couples did. It wouldn't change their relationship with her.

"And he actually listened?" another coworker asked, "My husband hardly ever listens to me anymore.

Yor nodded. "We both had been keeping a few things from each other, but once it was all out in the open everything just… fell into place."

…

Twilight found himself horribly distracted.

He'd never become so… preoccupied by the subject of sex before. Truthfully, it was just another skill that he had, the same as his conversation or battle skills. Granted, with his light psychology reading he'd done to at least be able to fake part of the way in his fake profession, perhaps treating something like sex as a simple act one could do wasn't the healthiest thing to do.

Well, that was behind him. He couldn't imagine doing it with anyone but Yor. Yor, he actually really wanted to do it with her. Why was that? Was that love? Just lust?

Admittedly, he'd never felt a large amount of lust before, just enough of a biological urge to be able to… perform. It must have something to do with love, he figured. Not that that was something he had anymore experience with.

"Earth to Twilight," Franky said, waving a hand in front of his face. "Dude, what has you so space-y?" He stopped and placed a finger to his temple in thought. "Wait, I got it. Yor cooked last night and you're dealing with the consequences."

Twilight had certainly eaten something of Yor's–

Uncharacteristically, Twilight blushed.

Franky squinted and turned his head to study the spy. "Are you… blushing? Irritable bowels are nothing to be embarrassed about. Everyone gets them from time to time."

Thankful that his… compromised state… was still hidden despite his poor acting, Twilight tried to focus once more on the mission.

"I'm sorry, I wasn't able to sleep much last night. Are you sure the shipment comes today?"

Franky checked his watch. "Should be an hour from now. Though if your gut isn't up to it–"

"I'm fine," Twilight bit.

One arm's deal interrupted later, Twilight was on his way home, hoping the smell of gun smoke didn't linger too strongly on his coat.

At least now he wouldn't have to worry about Yor discovering it. Now that he thought about it, it was a little strange she hadn't noticed it. In her profession, she certainly would be exposed to it… ah well, a question for a later time.

A change of clothes, and it was time to pick up Anya from school. Ever since the bus incident, many parents personally picked up and dropped their kids from school, and though because of commitments Loid and Yor couldn't always do so, it was something they did more often now. Twilight thought, as if the very idea of Anya being in danger again didn't make him want to tear whoever did it limb from limb in a fashion that would make even an SS agent blush.

Due to Anya's nature of getting into trouble he became more occupied with that, than any dalliances with Yor in his mind. She was behind on her homework again, and her teacher was quick to remind him.

"She needs a more diverse selection for her reading log. Just spy comics does little to open the mind," the teacher said, earning a glare from Anya.

Twilight was at a little bit of a loss of what sort of books she should be reading. He thought the spy comics, while a little cheesy, were actually a pretty high reading level. For a first grader at least. Anya probably relied on the pictures a bit more than most, but it was still an impressive amount for her to comprehend.

Anya, who had been smiling almost smugly, suddenly frowned. Her mood changes were strange sometimes.

Still, he accepted the advice and decided to research what sort of books would be best.

The walk home was oddly quiet. Twilight asked the customary questions about her day, but found her barely responding. Considering his own state of mind, he didn't press it.

Did he have any books she could read? Maybe he could pick something up on the way home.

They got home without going to a bookstore, and Twlight decided it could wait for another time. Math was more pressing of a subject.

When she finally was finished, he allowed her to watch an episode of her silly cartoon. Half-watching the show while tidying up, there was the introduction of a femme fatale character, who was a mild mannered civil servant by day, spy extraordinaire by night. Twilight couldn't help but compare her to Yor, though Yor wasn't a spy, and she wasn't even much of a femme fatale type either– though her assassin uniform would be more inclined that way.

The thought came and went as he remembered the stew he had set to simmer. More focused on dinner, Twilight completely missed the wide eyed expression of Anya.

Papa knew Mama was an assassin? When had that happened? And he was okay with that?

Bond, unhappy she had slowed down her petting of him, pushed his head onto her lap. Anya obliged and wondered if Mama knew Papa was a spy. Would she be okay with that? And if both of them still loved each other despite that, would they still love her if they knew she was a psychic?

…

Yor soon returned home and was met with the smell of a home cooked meal and the sight of her extremely strange family. Before she had thought them odd merely due to the circumstances of her inclusion. Now that she knew even more of those circumstances…

As they sat around the table for dinner, Loid chiding Anya for her poor table manners, Yor was struck by a thought. If Loid lied about being a spy, what else had he lied about?

Was Anya even his daughter?

The two certainly didn't look alike, and Loid was rather uptight when it came to children. Not that she'd never seen such a thing in blood related family, but that considering the larger picture…

Though, even if Anya wasn't his daughter at birth, she certainly was now. Yor couldn't help but smile slightly. They… they might become a real family, something she'd always wanted. There were still some things to work out, but if neither her, nor Loid wanted war, then really their goals aligned quite well. They could even help each other.

They would just need to start being honest.

"Mama?" Anya asked, "do you really mean that?"

Yor blinked. Had she said something aloud without noticing? Loid also raised an eyebrow as if it was an odd thing to say.

Anya shrunk in slightly on herself, and Yor frowned. "I'm not sure what you're referring to?"

"That you think you and Papa make a good team," she said.

Yor couldn't remember when she'd said that, but nodded all the same. "I think me and your papa make a great team."

Anya frowned, then said, "Even though he's a spy?"

Was Anya in on it? A brief glance at Loid, though he schooled his expression, told her she wasn't. Loid smiled and said, "No Anya, remember? I'm a psychologist, I know it's not as exciting as being a–"

"No," Anya said firmly. "I know you are a spy. And I know that Mama's an assassin. I knew the whole time."

"What are you talking about dear?" Yor asked, wondering how her cover had been blown. Had Anya gotten into her poison needles?

"I know because I'm a spy-chic!" Anya practically yelled.

A beat.

Then two.

Loid was about to say something when Anya cut him off, "This isn't me having an overactive imagination! I can read minds. And Bond can see the future. But I'm the only one who can know that since he's a dog and cannot talk." Anya looked between the two of them. "I don't want to be left behind again, but if Mama and Papa are going to be normal, then I thought maybe you would both be okay with…"

No matter how confusing what was going on, Yor's heart broke at Anya's plain fear. She stood up to hug the girl.

"No matter what I wouldn't abandon you," Yor declared, "if you're okay with a woman like me being your mother then I am only honored."

Loid was strangely quiet, and Anya shook slightly in Yor's arms. She looked up at Loid to glare. If he was dare thinking anything but love for this girl–

"Do you really mean that?" Anya asked.

Loid, jolted once more at his innermost thoughts being read, said, "Yes Anya, I suppose I do."

"Then I can I join you on missions?" she asked.

Immediately both adults said, "No!"

"But I already do so much!" she insisted.

"Children shouldn't have to have such responsibilities," Loid said, "you already are doing the most important part of Operation Strix, staying enrolled and in good standing at Eden college."

"Is Mama gonna help out more with Operation Strix?" Anya asked, turning back towards Yor.

They hadn't talked about that. Yor had assumed she would continue to play her part as wife and mother, keeping her own work separate.

Loid shook his head. "No. Things are going to continue as they have." Turning to Yor he asked, "Have you figured out what you're going to tell them about me?"

"The truth, more or less, that you got away."

"What if they send you again?" he asked.

"I'll tell them it seemed like you were planning on moving out of the area, so I doubt they would assign me again."

"What's se-duck-tion?" Anya asked, sounding out the word. Yor turned red and glared at Loid. Clearly he'd been thinking the dirty thoughts. It was a good thing both of them were so good at compartmentalizing, otherwise they would've inadvertently scared Anya for life! And she may have already with her accidental homicidal ideation! Oh, Yor was such a poor mother.

"It's something adults have to worry about," Loid said.

"Is it a spy skill?" she asked.

"Yes, but not one you need to know about."

"Anya," Yor started, wanting desperately to change the topic. "How is it you have these… abilities? Did your mother have them?"

Anya grew quiet. "I… I can't remember. There were these people in lab coats that took care of me, they also took my blood a lot. I don't like needles."

"Lab coats…" Loid said, thinking hard.

Yor and Anya turned to look at him. When he saw the two sets of eyes on him, he said to Anya. "I remember something about a laboratory out where I adopted you. It was supposed to be a research facility dealing mainly with animals. Testing their cognition. But it wouldn't be the first time children were wrapped up in something they shouldn't be."

The fact that Anya was adopted barely blipped in Yor's mind before the rage at the idea of Anya, or indeed, any child, being experimented on. She should go hunt them down and–

"Mama, thank you, but they weren't mean to me," Anya said. "Besides the needles, they just liked to ask me a lot of questions."

"It doesn't matter if they weren't mean to you. They should've just taken care of you!"

"Although… it may be a good idea to test the range of your abilities," Loid said, earning a glare from Yor. He held up his hands in defense. "Only to help her! I'm sure it could get overwhelming to always hear what everyone is thinking."

Anya nodded, a look of wonder on her face. "How did you know?"

Loid coughed into his fist and averted his eyes. "I am a world renown spy."

"Well, if it's to help Anya…" Yor conceded.

"I think the first goal should be to find out how far of a range your ability has, and then once we know the limit try and see if you could be more selective in who's thought's you're hearing." Loud placed a hand to his face, "If we start at increments of ten meters—"

"Or we could go get ice cream," Yor suggested, "To celebrate the honesty we now have."

"ICE CREAM!" Anya exclaimed.

And before Loid could get a word in edgewise, they were heading out the door.

"Did you need to distract her?" Loid asked, "Ice cream before bed might give her a tummy ache."

"I know you care about her, but you immediately jumped into experimentation after she spoke about it being traumatic," Yor said, "She's a child. You ought to remember that."

Loid supposed his wife was right, and donned his hat as they left. If he smiled as he held his wife and daughter's hand as they walked down the street, well, Twilight supposed it was hardly a problem.