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His wife was an assassin.
An assassin…
An assassin…
Twilight kept repeating this over and over again in his mind, because he simply couldn’t believe it.
Yor, the purest, kindest person he knew had killed who knows how many people.
How had she managed to fool him?
They had run into each other during one of his side missions and they had seen each other in action.
She moved with supernatural agility and ability. Her victims dropped to the floor like flies. This was clearly not her first time doing this sort of job.
They looked at each other in the eyes just for a second. They’d seen each other. They knew.
After that, they both disappeared into the shadows and there was just silence…
His mind was reeling. What should he do?
Twilight mode kicked in right away. His mission had been compromised and protocol dictated he had to inform WISE immediately for them to take measures of containment.
But that meant they would probably try to get her, maybe even hurt her, if she didn’t cooperate with them. And because of this, Operation Strix would stop. It also meant his daughter would go back to the orphanage and the Forgers would cease to exist.
He was out of danger, back in his car, driving through those empty streets late at night.
Twilight realized too late he wasn’t on his way to WISE headquarters.
He was almost home.
It was wrong. It was also dangerous. There was no telling if Yor had already notified her organization. Maybe a group of mercenaries were already waiting for him at his apartment.
Yet he kept driving and when he got there, he parked the car, got into the building, and climbed the stairs towards his apartment.
When he opened the door of the apartment, Franky was already gone. Yor had gotten home first. There was nobody else waiting for him and he could hear the shower running.
Twilight was not surprised she was there, what surprised him was he didn’t doubt for a second she would come home.
But then again, he had come home too.
Why didn’t he follow protocol? Why couldn’t he be the efficient spy who didn’t take any risks?
In any other circumstances, he would have disappeared the minute he was discovered.
Why didn’t he do that?
***
The following couple of weeks were odd…and quiet.
Anyone could tell things had changed between them. Even Anya noticed.
How could she not notice? Her parents weren’t talking to each other.
Other than a polite ‘Good morning’, there was no more chit chat in the kitchen while they prepared the meals or at the table, no more family TV time, no more helping Anya together with her homework, no more bedtime routine for the three of them together, no late night talks in the living room just the two of them.
His wife didn’t hum anymore while dusting, and he had a hard time not following her with his eyes whenever she was around like he used to do.
Before their discovery, there was a friendly something between them. Now all there was left were questions and suspicions.
Was she planning on killing him? Or would he capture him for her organization?
No.
If she was planning on doing that, she would have done it already.
Maybe Yor was wondering the same about him.
Twilight believed ignorance was a sin and, in this case, ignoring who Yor really was could have costed him dearly—at the very least his mission, at the most, his life.
Yet, he would have given anything to turn back time and prevent himself from learning the truth about his wife. He wanted things to go back to normal, to pretend this was his real family. But he knew things would never be the same between them and they were just buying themselves time to figure out what to do next.
Knowing Yor (or the part of her that he knew), she was probably worried about their daughter.
Anya was still so young and had formed an attachment to both of them. When they finally separated, it wouldn’t be easy for her.
Separated.
Of course, he had thought about that. It was the only logical choice.
Maybe that’s why he had stalled these couple of weeks. He knew it was coming.
Maybe part of him didn’t want that.
“Yor, may I talk to you for a minute?” he asked her after Anya was already in bed.
“Of course,” Yor answered and walked towards their living room.
Twilight made a pause before starting. He had rehearsal this conversation in his head at least twenty times in the last couple of days, but the words were still stuck.
Yor was sitting quietly, waiting for him to speak. He could tell she was nervous. Her hands were on her lap, but she was trying to control her breathing. Maybe it was better to get over with this before something bad happened.
“We can’t keep doing this,” he finally decided to speak. “We can’t just pretend we don’t know about each other, and nothing happened. You know this, right, Yor?”
His wife nodded and he could see so much sadness in her eyes.
“I’ll arrange a meeting with my organization, and I think you should do the same,” she told him. “If it’s okay with you, I would like to resolve things in an amicable way. For Anya’s sake.”
“For Anya’s sake,” he agreed.
After that, there was nothing else to say to each other, so Yor got up and walked to her room.
His chest felt heavy.
What was he expecting? This sham had to end at some point.
Still, he felt angry at himself.
His marriage was over.
***
A couple of days later, WISE and the Garden agreed on meeting in a neutral place.
It was Friday. Instead of driving her to school, they walked Anya to the bus stop; this would be the last time the three of them would do this together. His stomach was killing him, nevertheless, he smiled at his daughter and told her to be good, just as he did every morning.
Before getting on the school bus, Anya turned and looked at them.
Even though they hadn’t breathed a word about it in front of her, she knew something was going on. Their daughter was very perceptive.
“Mama and Papa can’t be apart,” Anya spoke clearly. “We’re a family and mama and papa love each other very, very much.”
Then she got on the school bus. As soon as the bus drove away, Yor turned from him and started walking. He remained standing on the sidewalk, unable to move.
Their daughter’s words almost broke him.
***
Instead of his green suit or his Loid Forger’s sweaters, he wore a black suit and a black tie for the meeting. A grim outfit for a grim event. He looked the part—a damn spy.
The whole drive to the neutral location he kept repeating to himself this was for the best.
An amicable separation…
Nobody would get hurt…
Anya would be taken care of…
Yor would be safe too…
Yes, this was the best solution—a divorce.
All the roles he’d played before never bothered him, but being a divorced man made him so uncomfortable. Maybe because he knew he would probably never see her again.
That last thought stung.
He had grown used to seeing Yor every day. In fact, he looked forward to every moment they had together—her smiling face, her sweet voice, the softness of her movements, the way she looked at him.
He was going to miss her.
Twilight arrived downtown, parked his car, and walked a couple of blocks to a lawyer’s office. It was a cleaver location; there was no way Yor’s organization would expose itself with a confrontation in the middle of downtown and, if anyone saw them, they would assume the Forgers were getting a divorce.
Sylvia Sherwood was waiting for him in the lobby.
“Ready?” she asked him, and he nodded.
When Twilight told Sylvia Sherwood about his wife, it had been a huge surprise for his Handler, but she was good at coming up with solutions and she was sure this could be resolved too.
They took the elevator and went up a few floors. When they got there, Yor was waiting already. An old man was next to her—probably her handler.
She was wearing a black suit too; plus the gold roses he’d seen on her hair the day they accidentally discovered their identities. Nevertheless, she didn’t have her hair up like that time. She wore it lose on her back and Twilight couldn’t help staring at his wife.
She looked beautiful…
…and so very sad.
He could tell she had been crying.
The man standing next to her whispered something and Yor nodded lightly. Then, he opened the elegant wooden doors and went inside the office.
“I’ll see you in a couple of minutes,” Handler told him and went inside too.
They were giving them a chance to say goodbye.
Twilight wanted to tell her so many things, starting with ‘thank you’ but the words wouldn’t come out. His lips were shaking.
Yor kept staring at him in silence—her eyes full of emotion, her hands fisting the side of her pants, as if she was also trying to gather some courage to talk.
Suddenly, she firmly marched towards him and without any warning, she slammed her lips on his.
He was shocked, but of course he kissed her back and when this happened, instead of breaking the kiss, she put her arms around him, and he did the same.
Twilight didn’t want that kiss to end and now that they were like this, he wasn’t willing to let her go that easily. So, he took her thighs, made her wrap her legs around his waist and picked her up. Yor didn’t complain, fidget or stop, not even when he sneaked his tongue inside her mouth. If this was going to be their one and only kiss, they had better make it worthwhile.
Who knows how long they were like this. Their embrace was whole; he could smell her, feel every curve of her body and her fingers running through his hair. He kept hugging her and desperately pushing her against him.
And when the kiss finally ended, he kept her in his arms—her legs still around his waist, their foreheads against each other.
Without any words, she caressed his face tenderly and he did the same, looking into her beautiful red eyes. He rubbed his nose with hers and she gently pulled his face towards her lips for a tiny kiss, before disengaging from his waist and landing on her feet.
Then, she looked at him one more time, turned around and went inside the office.
Twilight was frozen in place—his heart completely unbridled.
Eventually, he snapped out of it and joined the others.
There was a long luxurious rectangular table, with leather chairs on each side. Yor and her handler were sitting right across Sylvia Sherwood. He sat next to his handler, right across from his wife.
“What the hell happened to your hair?” Handler whispered and he quickly (and blindly) tried to adjust the mess that amazing kiss had provoked.
Yor was blushing now.
“Very well, now that we’re all together, it’s better if we proceed,” Handler started. “As you all know, we’re here to determine the terms of a separation. We would like to do this in the least harmful way for our associates and our organizations.”
“Agreed,” the man sitting next to Yor said. “This is not the way we usually take care of people who come across our organization, but under Ms. Briar’s petition, we decided to solve things without a confrontation.”
Handler raised her eyebrows. What a generous offer…
“However, in return, our associate has a petition,” the man continued. “Ms. Briar requests the custody of Anya. She believes her daughter would beneficiate from staying with her mother…”
“Absolutely not,” Handler refused. “Anya Forger is a vital part of our current operation, and we need her to remain with our agent.”
Twilight and Yor weren’t paying much attention to what their handlers were saying.
“Do you think the life of a spy is conductive to a child’s development,” the man fought back.
“Don’t tell me the life of an assassin is very enriching for a little girl,” Handler shot.
Twilight kept looking at his wife’s beautiful eyes and lips as if nobody else was in the room. Yor looked gorgeous when she blushed. She smiled shyly at him—her hair was as messy as his.
What the hell were they doing here?
“I don’t want to separate,” he spoke firmly, and those words shut both parties up.
“What?” both people asked at the same time.
“I don’t want to get divorced,” he added. “I want to stay with my family.”
“Twilight, are you insane?” Handler whispered quickly. “These people know you’re a spy. You’re compromised. Why are you doing this?”
But the agent wasn’t even paying attention. He was looking straight into Yor’s eyes. She was already smiling and tearing up.
“I want to be with my wife,” he continued. “Because I’m in love with her.”
A giggle escaped Yor’s mouth, and it was so sweet to hear, it made Twilight laugh too.
Yor got up and instead of going around the table, she just jumped over the other side to be with her husband. She landed on his lap and immediately put her arms around him and kissed his face over and over.
Handler and McMahon were speechless while those two kissed as if there was nobody else in the room. They both decided to leave that office to let them sort through this.
They waited in silence, but eventually someone had to talk.
“Is this allowed in your organization?” he asked her.
“Not really, but I don’t think there’s anything we can do about it,” she concluded. “What about yours?”
“No clue,” he answered honestly. “But since they’re already married and they both have secrets to hide from the authorities, I guess it could work out for both organizations.”
“Same for our operation,” Sylvia added.
Maybe it was better for Operation Strix to leave those two alone so they could do their job.
Twilight and Yor hadn’t even noticed Handler and McMahon had left.
“We still have so much to talk, and so many unresolved things,” Twilight whispered while he gently kissed her face. "But I want you to know I want to be with you. I love you. Do you want to be with me?"
“Yes, please,” she answered without any hesitation. “I love you.”
“Then let’s go home, Mrs. Forger.”
***
When Anya came back home that day and caught her parents kissing in the kitchen, she felt relieved.
The next morning it was Saturday, and Anya wasn’t really surprised when she saw her parents cuddling in bed while sleeping.
And the next year, after Operation Strix was over and her parents told her she was having a baby brother or sister she wasn't surprised either. Becky had told her that when grown ups kissed too much, a baby started growing inside the mama's belly. Her parents kissed a lot, so it was only a matter of time.
Plus, it was pretty obvious for her (and everyone around them) that her parents loved each other very much.