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Yor stumbled a bit on her heels as her husband caught her with an arm wrapped around her waist.
“Yor! Careful now—!”
He sounded worried as he lifted her up some in order to better get a hold on her. A giggle escaped her as she continued walking up the stairs of their apartment building (albeit, slowly) with Loid as a crutch.
“Sorry, sorry. I’ll be more careful,” She whispered, a sheepish look on her face. Loid sighed, but a smile of amusement played on his lips.
They had just arrived home after a night out, which Loid proposed before as a way to keep up their sham marriage and keep the gossiping of the neighbors at bay. Yor of course accepted, flustered but strangely looking forward to it. She promised herself that this time around, she wouldn’t get horribly drunk and accidentally kick Loid’s chin again.
The Forger matriarch wasn’t as terribly drunk as last time, though she was certainly still quite dazed. Enough for her to lose her balance if she wasn’t careful and occasionally slur her words. Her husband himself let loose a bit for the night, though he mostly played the role of caretaker as he stayed by Yor’s side to make sure she wouldn’t go too hard with whatever alcohol she drank. Still, he humored her with conversation and even downed a few shots more than what he usually had. Though that was mostly the result of Yor taking note of how Loid didn’t seem to get overly drunk. (He had explained that he just had a high tolerance, but Yor still didn’t understand why a blush of pink across his face was the only thing to come of it.) Most of what had occurred seemed to have a rosy tint over it, in Yor’s eyes.
Although they had no worries about waking Anya up as she was at Becky’s for a sleepover, they entered their apartment as quietly as they could in order to not disturb the neighbors. Still, a few more muffled giggles and even a chuckle could be heard from the couple as they helped each other shed their coats.
After Loid turned on the dim lights, Yor felt him take her hand and gently lead her toward the loveseat in the living room, saying something along the lines of “making sure that she wouldn’t get hurt” if she were to stumble.
Smiling brightly, Yor let herself fall onto the loveseat at her husband’s request. Relaxing into her seat, she felt her sore legs relax after walking back home like a newborn deer while Loid made sure she didn’t walk face first into a streetlamp. He sighed, one part exasperation and one part relief at seeing his wife lay down.
“Stay there while I get us something to sober us up, alright?”
Yor nodded, resting her head against the loveseat.
“Alrighttt~”
Though her mind was still hazy from the alcohol, Yor thought of just how much fun the night was.
From what she could remember in clarity, the night had started off quite calm. Yor had ordered a simple red queen cocktail, while Loid had his usual scotch after they had dinner. At some point during their conversation, a colleague of Loid’s from the hospital stopped to say hi. She felt a smile tug at her lips from the moment. It was nice, meeting someone who worked with her husband. She couldn’t remember the man’s name, but she did remember how much he praised Loid. Her chest seemed to swell with pride toward her husband as his colleague complimented him, despite Loid humbly saying that he was just being a decent doctor.
Yor hummed. She was glad others could see just how great of a person he was. Suddenly, she recalled the man asking why he was out tonight. Loid had smiled as he replied:
I’m just enjoying the little time I have with my wife tonight.
It was only a simple reason, yet she felt a slow rising heat in her cheeks as she remembered his words. Whether or not he said it to keep up appearances, Yor wasn’t entirely sure. But there was something in the way Loid smiled and how his blue eyes softened that made Yor feel as if he truly spoke from the heart, even if it was just a whisper of it.
She was glad the alcohol had already painted a blush on her face. Just thinking back to that moment made Yor feel flustered all over again.
In fact, now that she thought about it, just thinking of how Loid cared and looked to her this entire night made her head spin slowly in embarrassment. Complimenting on her dress. Listening to her attentively as she drunkenly complained about what her coworkers at city hall talked to her about. Making her laugh, cackle even as he told her about one of his days as a medical student. Even glaring daggers at a man who lingered near Yor a bit too close for comfort. Loid had done nothing but give her his full attention and care the entire night, and Yor couldn’t feel anything but appreciation for him. And maybe even something more than that.
She sat there on the loveseat, staring at her husband as he came back from the kitchen with two glasses of water. Sitting down next to her, Loid carefully gave her one.
Yor thanked him as she gingerly grabbed the glass, bringing it up to her lips as she continued to muse about Loid.
He truly was considerate. The perfect husband, the perfect father. Hard working and always wanting to care for Anya and Yor despite coming home ragged. Though the water was slowly sobering her up, she felt her face begin to warm once again.
She chided herself internally. Like always, she told herself that he wasn’t even her real husband, only playing the part like she was in order to fulfill their motives. Loid with giving Anya a mother and an education at Eden, and Yor with her cover story of not being singled out by the SSS and secretly being able to continue her job at the Garden.
And yet she couldn’t help but want to be by Loid’s side.
She stared at him, where he was looking over a few pieces of paperwork that were left there from earlier that morning. Yor assumed that it was his work, admiring how he was so diligent even after a night out. Loid stopped after a few moments, feeling her gaze on him. Setting aside a piece of paper that was in his hand, blue eyes met red.
“Are you still feeling dizzy? I could get you some medicine if you need it.”
Yor blushed once again. It was true that she still felt hazy from the alcohol, but in reality she wanted something else. Something that Loid had actually given her the entire night, yet she couldn’t help but feel horribly greedy for more.
She leaned in closer, her head then touching his shoulder.
“Yor? Is everything okay—”
She shushed him softly, a finger to his lips before she pulled her hand back to rest on her lap.
“I… want to lean on you, if that’s alright.”
Yor spoke softly, almost in a whisper. Sure, she was already leaning on him after she asked if it was okay or not, but to hell with it. For once, she wanted to give into those selfish impulses that she held back. To give into the simple pleasure of being next to her husband, enjoying his presence. Yor knew that she’d be a blushing mess in the morning, but that was something for the future Yor to take care of. Right now, all she wanted to do was enjoy how comfortable it was to be by her husband’s side. Feeling her eyelids become heavy, she fell into a drunken sleep with a ghost of a smile on her face.
Unbeknownst to Yor, Loid was internally having a crisis.
He was confused, to say the least. They were husband and wife, but he knew that Yor knew that this was all just a charade. So why was she leaning on him and why didn’t he mind as much as he thought he would? Loid could feel his face practically burn from being able to smell the scent of her strawberry shampoo and hearing the sound of Yor’s soft breathing as she slept. Being this close caused him to short circuit, and it couldn’t be good for his heart.
“Yor?”
Ever so slightly, he shifted his body to see if she would wake up. A whine left her, freezing Loid in place as Yor leaned even more into him. He definitely wasn’t getting up anytime soon.
Loid’s head seemed to hurt as he was trying to think of what to do in this situation, along with trying to calm his ever-beating heart. In truth, he could just get up and carefully adjust Yor so that she was laying flush against the loveseat. It wouldn’t be hard and Yor wasn’t very heavy. Yet he couldn’t do such a thing. Not when his wife specifically asked to lean on him. His heart went into turmoil just imagining himself getting up from his seat.
He sighed, leaning back slowly into the loveseat as Yor continued to sleep on him. The side of her head was now fully on the side of his shoulder, while the rest of her body was just an inch or two away from his own. Loid couldn’t help but stare at his wife’s sleeping form. She was an odd one. Definitely not your average city hall worker nor woman. Yor was definitely the first person he’s met with a strength that seemed second to none along with a smile that he couldn’t help but think of as beautiful. Carefully, he gently brushed away a strand of hair that was covering her face. She didn’t stir as Loid tucked the strand behind her ear, nor when he took a few more moments to admire her peaceful face.
Yor was a kind and considerate woman, perfect to be the mother of the Forger family. Loid truly couldn’t think of anyone else different for this family. It just wouldn’t be right with anyone other than her. But a fake family they still were.
Husband and wife, entwined in falsified vows with a child who bore the blood of neither parent.
Loid knew that, and yet he couldn’t help but feel greedy almost. He wanted to make sure that Yor was comfortable. That Yor was happy. That she could continue being a mother for Anya. That she could smile like she did all night for days to come. His spy-self scolded him, intruding into his mind and arguing that nothing good would come from getting attached. Loid was conscious of this reasoning, but it was a little scary how easily he was able to push those thoughts away as he continued to admire his fake wife.
The last of what rational thoughts remained seemed to leave him entirely as he tilted his head toward Yor, giving into one impulse after the other.
One such impulse being a chaste, shy kiss to Yor’s forehead before moving himself closer to her. He blamed his actions on being (every so slightly) tipsy, the alcohol seemingly going to his head for this one special night.
After carefully adjusting himself, he leaned against Yor as well, his head resting some against the loveseat. She sighed softly as Loid moved just enough so that they were now side by side, with Loid taking note of how warm she was.
Listening to the steady breathing of his wife, Loid closed his eyes as he felt himself start to drift off to sleep. He’d leave any regrets he had (if any, really) for the morning. For now, he drunk in the peacefulness of the moment, content with his wife’s presence and touch.
Till a certain daughter of theirs caught them sleeping with each other in the morning, the two would sleep in each other’s company.