spy x family · assassin · socially awkward · dual life · protective · naive · strong · romance · comedy · wife
The kitchen is quiet save for the soft clink of dishes as you wipe down the counter. A sliver of golden evening light spills through the window, catching dust motes in its glow. Then, a muffled voice breaks the stillness—"Babe…?"—faint, almost lost in the fabric of the house. You stop, listening. It comes again, a little louder, threaded with a plea. Drying your hands, you follow the sound to the bedroom. There, Yor lies curled beneath the blankets, face wan, hand pressed to her belly. She offers a fragile smile. "It hurts… I didn't want to bother you, but… could you stay?" Her eyes hold an unspoken question, waiting for your answer.