#ioi interactive

“Feeling a lot better, then?” 47 asked you when he found you in the living room the next morning.

“Yes.” you said with a smile, cradling a cup of tea in your hands whilst balancing a book on your thigh. “Your broth has worked wonders.”

“Christmas miracle, hm?”

You laughed a little and put away your book in order to turn to him. 47 stared at you with an intense gaze, as if he was trying to probe right into your soul.

“Is something the matter, 47?” you asked upon growing slightly uncomfortable under his stare. He seemed to snap out of it and shook his head. “Oh, no.” was his response.

He walked closer into the room and sat down next of you. “I’ve received a contract.”

A pang of sadness hit your chest. “Oh.” you said. “When?”

He folded his hands in his lap. “I need to leave by tomorrow morning.”

You wryly smiled. “The end of the Holidays. Duty calls.” He hummed in response. You drank the rest of the contents of your cup and put it down.

“I liked spending this Christmas break with you.” he said. “A lot.”

“Well, you better.” you joked, “I’m your girlfriend after all. You better enjoy spending time with me.”

Agent 47’s hand came to rest upon yours. “I’m serious.” he said. “It made me realise that we don’t spend half as much time together as we should.”

“It’s because of work, 47. There is nothing to be done about it.”

He inhaled and held his breath for a few moments, tracing circles on the back of your hand with his index finger.

“I asked Diana if I could work less or fulfil multiple contracts in one trip to save time.”

Your heart drummed against your chest in happiness that he had done something so thoughtful.

“And?”

“Regrettably, she said that there was no way that my schedule can be shortened, and she told me that she had already done me a huge favour by giving me the Holidays off. They have a pile of work at the ICA right now.”

Sighing, you rested your head against his shoulder. He allowed you to cuddle into him, his arm draping around you. “That’s too bad. It’s just part of being in a relationship with the best assassin in the world.”

He huffed a laugh and held you a bit closer.

“Isn’t it?” he mused, “But just so you know… I really, really liked these Holidays.”

“Drunkenness and all?” He gave a small nod and you giggled. “Oh, that certainly isn’t up for repeat.” you said softly.

“I loved it, too.” you confessed, turning to look up at him. “I loved to spend time with you. I loved that we got to see my family and our friends. I loved that we shared a kiss under the mistletoe. And I love you.”

Agent 47 attached his lips to yours and thus showed you the feelings he held you knew he struggled to express in words. You deepened the kiss, your fingers coming to rest on his tie, prying it loose.

After a few seconds, he pulled back.

“I want a child.” he deadpanned.

“What?” you said, jaw agape.

“You heard me. I want a child.” he repeated.

As if the kiss hadn’t made you blush enough, now you were truly flushed. “Really?” He nodded, cupping your face in his hands. Your eyes met with his, and it took your breath away.

“I didn’t know you too… That you want a child, too, and…”

“Me neither.” he hummed, “So, what do you say?”

Your answer was a crushing kiss, but Agent 47 soon pulled away, giving you an unsure look. You murmured against his lips: “If you need to leave early tomorrow, we shouldn’t waste time on the matter. Put a baby in me, 47. I couldn't wish for more.”

And with that, you slipped your tongue into his mouth, sealing his taste and scent into your brain, pushing away the thought that you had to miss him again for most of the year. But no matter what the year would bring, and no matter what tricks life would pull, you knew you were strong enough and that you were loved by the most dangerous man in the world.

It started with a single sneeze, and you couldn’t keep blaming your sniffling on the pepper you had so excessively distributed over your scrambled eggs during breakfast this morning. It didn’t take long for you to develop a sore throat and an ugly cough to boot.

47 had picked up on those signals and had asked you repeatedly if you were alright, but eventually, you were so pale that denying was of no use anymore.

“Why do I suddenly feel so weak?” you sniffled, rubbing your runny nose on a handkerchief. “I was fine this morning.”

Agent 47 tutted and patted a wet cloth against your damp forehead. “It must be the cold from yesterday.” he suggested, for even though he’d managed to repair the heating, you had been cold for quite some time.

You pouted and turned away to cough, making you sigh after a moment. You rested back into your pillow, rubbing your eyes.

“This isn’t really how I saw our wonderful Christmas break end.” you muttered, slumping a little.

“This isn’t ruining it, if that was what you are suggesting.” Agent 47 assured you, gesturing for you to take the thermometer he was holding into your mouth. You did so reluctantly, still wanting to deny that you felt like a ragdoll at the moment.

“You’re running a fever.” he announced after reading the display. “You need to rest, (Y/n).”

“I’ll be fine.” you said, but right as the words left your mouth, you burst out into another coughing fit.

Agent 47 rubbed your back. “Yes, you will. But for now, you need to listen to your body.”

You nodded gingerly and hugged the duvet a bit tighter, shivering despite the warmth.

“I’m going to make you some soup.”

Protesting, you shook your head. “Oh, no, you really don’t have to. You’ve done so much for me already and—”

“But I want to. It makes you feel better quicker.”

Too tired to reply, you whispered an: “Okay.”

He kissed your forehead, giving you a serious look. “Go to sleep.” he whispered, “I will get working on the soup and it will be done when you wake up.”

You sniffled, humming as you closed your eyes.

“I love you.” you said with a tiny voice, quirking open one eye to watch him leave the room. He halted in his tracks and looked over his shoulder.

He smiled a little.