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Yor Forger was a worrier. Of course she was, after all, with a little brother she had to care for most of her life, her secret career as a contract killer, a newfound family
and
a natural tendency for overthinking, it was perfectly natural to worry. Really, it was the subject of her worrying that had her worried so much that probably led to the absolute trainwreck of a chain of thought that had her head spinning.
Shaking her head, Yor took a gulp of lukewarm tea before glancing at the clock for the thirteenth time that hour. It was late at night, much too late, and Loid wasn't back yet. He'd told her that he was going to come back from his mission a little later than usual but it was one in the morning and he wasn't home yet. Yor knew that her husband could take care of himself, he was literally a spy after all, but her half-hearted attempts to tell herself that dimmed in comparison to the horrible things she imagined could have happened to him. He could have gotten captured, or hurt, or even killed.
Yor jumped at the sudden sound of a door opening. She turned around to find her daughter standing in the doorway of her bedroom. Anya's green eyes were clouded with drowsiness and she slightly swayed where she stood. "Mama," she whispered, rubbing her eye with a small fist. "Is Papa home yet?"
"Come here, Anya," Yor whispered back. She put the cup down and held her arms wide open. Anya padded over to the sofa where her mother was curled up on and allowed Yor to scoop her up in her arms and press a kiss to her pink hair. "Loid isn't back yet, but he'll be here soon."
Anya grumbled, already half-asleep. "Papa's never this late."
Yor gave her daughter a gentle smile. "I know, sweetheart." She stroked Anya's little cheek with a hand before bopping her on the nose. "I also know that your Papa won't be too happy if he saw you were up this late. You should go to bed now."
The little girl groaned. "I wanna wait for Papa to come back!"
"You have school tomorrow, Anya," Yor chided. Seeing her grumpy face, she quickly added, "I'll tuck you in and read you a story."
Anya's face instantly brightened. "Okay!"
She scrambled out of Yor's lap and dashed back into her bedroom. Chuckling, the woman took one last sip of her tea before heading after Anya.
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After tucking her in, Yor found that she didn't even need to read a bedtime story. The poor thing passed out the second her head hit the pillow. Sighing, Yor gently brushed away a strand of hair from Anya’s face and pressed another kiss to her forehead before walking out of the room.
Closing the door as quietly as she could behind herself, Yor made her way back to the living room and curled up on the couch once more. With nothing better to do, the woman briefly glanced at a sleeping Bond laying on the floor before turning on the TV and mindlessly surfing through the various channels. Nothing too good was on at the moment so she turned off the TV and placed the remote back on the coffee table. Yor took a moment to stretch out her legs before glancing at the clock again. It was almost half past one.
Where is he?
Yor stifled a yawn behind her fist and considered giving up on her fight against drowsiness when she heard the sound of a key being inserted into the front door lock. All sleepiness forgotten, Yor jumped to her feet and bound for the door just as it creaked open.
Loid was home.
His face, previously tired-looking, perked right up as his gaze fell on her.
“Yor,” he breathed. A small smile made its way on his face as his wife came up to greet him, quickly replaced by a blush as she wrapped him in a hug. All the extra energy left his body and he practically fell against her. Without even taking his coat off, Loid returned the embrace, holding her tight tight tight like she was his lifeline. Breathe in, breathe out. He was home.
Yor was the first one to break out of the embrace. Tenderly cupping his cheeks with both hands, she quickly looked him over for any signs of injury. “Are you okay?” She asked softly.
He gently grasped both hands on his face with his own and brought them to his mouth. Pressing a kiss to her knuckles, he looked back up at his wife’s rose-tinted face and smiled. “I’m fine, Yor. It just took longer than expected. I’m sorry to have kept you up for so long.”
“It was nothing,” Yor muttered with a hint of embarrassment. Taking her hands back from Loid’s grasp, Yor placed a hand at the back of his head, the other resting on his chest where she could feel his steadily increasing heartbeat, and pulled him into a soft kiss. Loid melted against her lips and rested a hand on her waist. “I’m just glad you’re home,” she mumbled.
He hummed in response. They stayed like that for who knows how long, basking in each other's company, before Loid pressed one last chaste kiss to her lips and pulled away from her. "I'm going to take a shower," he told her quietly. "I'll be back in a minute, okay?"
"Do you want me to heat up some food for you?" Yor asked, a hint of concern still on her face.
He shook his head in response. Seeing her expression, Loid delicately interlaced their fingers together and pressed a kiss to his wife's hand. Looking up with an expression that could only be described as quiet adoration, he gave her the tiniest of smiles. "I'm fine," he reassured her again. With a slight pause, he added. "I'm just happy to be back. I missed you."
Yor returned the smile. "I missed you too."
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After getting out of the shower, Loid made his way to his and Yor’s bedroom, where he found Yor sitting on the bed, legs tucked under the covers sitting in the cutest way possible, clearly waiting for him. He allowed himself one more grateful smile before crawling on the bed and joining his wife. Yor put an arm under his head and allowed him to nestle himself properly in her arms. His little haven, where he knew he was always safe. Not just because he was in the arms of the world’s most dangerous assassin. He was in the embrace of his wife, his wife . Yor Forger.
As the light of the nearby lamps dimmed and the room was bathed in darkness, Twilight smiled to himself one last time before exhaustion hit him and he succumbed to the sweet sweet lure of sleep.
He was home.