name coming eventually

Everyone talked about the excitement and danger of spy craft. No one ever mentioned the endless paperwork Twilight thought as he walked into the stationary store. He needed to pick up more typing paper. He had a report due to WISE tomorrow. As much as he’d like to blame his overbearing employer, they weren’t the only reason the Forger household went through paper so quickly. Anya much preferred smooth white typing paper to her rough grey newsprint coloring block for art projects. He couldn’t say he blamed her. On his way to the register, he grabbed a new box of crayons. He’d noticed that some of her colors had been wearing down.

Twenty minutes later Twilight entered the Forger apartment to a delightful sight. Yor and Anya were sitting around the coffee table, and Anya had already started her homework. “I’m home.”

“We are too.” Anya responded.

“Welcome back, Loid.” Yor said

He reached into the paper sack he was holding and put the crayons down on the table.  “Here.” Anya immediately reached for them. “For after you’re down with your homework,” he said sternly. She returned to the worksheet with an enthusiasm that promised more speed than accuracy. He should have waited until after dinner.

“Done!” Anya slammed her pencil down and reached for the crayons.

“While you try out your new crayons, I’ll make us some tea.” Yor said as she got up and headed toward the kitchen.

Twilight picked up Anya’s worksheet. She’d forgotten to carry the two on this question and here she’d clearly just tried out different numbers without understanding the formula.

“Papa, you should color too.” Anya interrupted his thoughts. She magnanimously handed him her old box of crayons.

“I have things to do.”

“It would be koala-tea time,” she said looking at up at him with large shiny eyes. He wavered; quality time was important for small children.

“What should I draw?”

“Whatever you want,” Anya said.

Twilight sat down and reached for a piece of paper.

He was still coloring a few minutes later when Yor put the tea tray down next to him.

“Oh my! What a wonderful picture!”

Yor was such a natural at this. Her praise would nurture Anya’s developing self-esteem.

“It’s adorable!”

He glanced over at Anya’s drawing of a giraffe. He supposed it was kind of cute.

“And so accurate!”

That might be taking things a little too far. It was purple.

“And Anya’s giraffe is wonderful too!”

Wait, she hadn’t been talking about Anya’s drawing, she’d been talking about his. Twilight laid down his crayon.

“Can I see?” Anya asked. He handed her his drawing, a crayon sketch of Anya drawing a purple giraffe.

She looked at it and tapped her lip with a crayon. Did she not like being drawn? Was she upset? Should he-

“Papa, you don’t have much imagination, do you?”

“You said to draw whatever I want.” Twilight retorted.

Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: SPY x FAMILY (Manga), SPY x FAMILY (Anime) Rating: General Audiences Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Anya Forger & Loid Forger | Twilight & Yor Briar Forger | Thorn Princess Characters: Anya Forger, Yor Briar Forger | Thorn Princess, Loid Forger | Twilight, Bond (SPY x FAMILY), Daybreak (SPY x FAMILY) Summary:

Twilight’s eyes darted around the man in front of him to the three possible escape routes. He felt like a rookie getting cornered like this. It was his own fault really. He’d let his guard down. But the op had been going so well up to this point.

It had sounded so simple, just attend Yor’s work party with her and Anya. He had slipped easily into his role for the evening, a slightly toned-down version of the social, affable Dr. Loid Forger he was at the hospital. (The goal was to support his wife, not outshine her.) Yor had told him about her coworkers, so he thought he knew what to expect. (Except from Anya, but his daughter was always the wild card.) He wasn’t even dealing with a concussion this time.

Anya was halfway through breakfast when she noticed that her parents’ minds were unusually quiet. “It’s a new moon tonight, isn’t it?”

“It is.” Her father replied. “That astronomy unit is paying off.”

“What’s the point of the moon going away once a month?”

“I don’t think there is point. It’s just physics.”

That slight pause before Papa answered meant he was thinking of something much more interesting than what he said. And today she couldn’t tell what it was.

Hmmph.

Yor’s day had started off normally enough. She had breakfast with her family as usual. She caught the train to City Hall. Now was in the office listening to her coworkers complain.

 Camilla eyed the growing stack of paperwork in the department inbox with distaste. “I hate the end of the month! Everyone procrastinates and then expects us to be able to get all their stuff in on time.”

Millie groaned in agreement. “I can’t believe we have to go through all this today.”

“You have to.”  Sharon commented. “I’m taking off early.”

“What seriously?”

“It’s been on the schedule for two weeks. It’s a half day at Eden College. I’m picking up my child and then I booked us both dental appointments.”

“Oh, that was a good idea.” Yor chimed in. She’d have to remember to tell Loid about it.

Camilla rounded on her “And I suppose you’re cutting out early too?”

“Oh, No. Loid is picking up Anya today. I’ll be here till closing.”

Sharon went back to her typewriter. “Lucky you.  I wish I could tell my husband it was his day to handle the kids.”

“Well, it makes sense.” Millie said. “It’s not like Anya is Yor’s daughter so—"

“Millie!” Camilla interrupted.

“I didn’t mean it as insult. I was just. . .”  Millie trailed off looking at Yor’s downcast expression.

“No. You’re right. I’m just her stepmother.” Yor kept her eyes on the form she was working on even though her eyesight blurred a little. The conversation died down around her and everyone awkwardly got back to work.

For the next couple of hours Yor tried to put all her attention on accounts payable and avoiding typos but the feeling of gloom remained. She barely noticed when Sharon made her exit accompanied by death glares from Camilla and Millie. Maybe if she sped through her paperwork she could leave early. She looked at the department inbox which didn’t seem any emptier. Maybe not.

It was going to be a long, lonely day. Just then Millie cursed quietly and yanked the paper out of her typewriter, tossed it in the trash and loaded another one. Okay, so today wasn’t going to be a day of gossiping and lingering over tea but she wasn’t alone. Why did she feel lonely? She was needed here even if she wasn’t needed--

Goodness, she had to cheer herself up somehow. Maybe for lunch she’d go to a café instead of the basement cafeteria. The food would be better. She might even order dessert. Anything to get out this mood.

A runner stuck his head in the office door. “Mrs. Forger? You have visitors at the front desk.

Yor startled and got up. She didn’t usually get visitors. Her first thought was Garden business, but if that were the case she would be meeting them in a back office not the public area of the building. She pushed open the door into the lobby and began walking toward the desk. Why did her mind keep returning to her family? The man at the desk even looked like Loid from the back. Suddenly her daughter peeked out from around his legs.

“MAMA! HAVE YOU EATEN YET?” Anya called out.

“Inside voice, Anya” Loid hushed her. Then he turned to Yor. “We came to see if you would like to join us for lunch. That is if you aren’t busy.”

Yor looked at them. Anya was still in her Eden uniform; they must have come straight from school. They wanted to see her.

Yor smiled, almost in tears for the second time today.  “I’d love to. Let me grab my coat and tell the girls I’m taking my break.  There’s a great café just down the street.”