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Anya huffed. She turned around so that she was facing the ceiling. She blinked once. Then twice, and thrice. 

 

She resorted to counting sheep. Yes, that would work , she assured herself but to no avail. She laid awake on her bed, annoyed. But Becky said that counting sheep would always help me fall asleep. 

 

Grunting, she sat up, leaped off her bed and headed straight for the door. Slowly, she pulled open the door and stuck her head out. She looked to her right down the corridor. Conflicted, she debated on who to look for. She settled for mama because papa would probably have her head in the morning.

 

Silently, she tiptoed across to her mother’s room and knocked thrice. No response. 

 

“Mama.” She whispered before hearing light footsteps make their way to the door.

 

Click .

 

Yor, surprised to find Anya outside her room, had her guesses on why her daughter was knocking on her door at 1 in the morning.

 

She bent down and gingerly picked her daughter up in her arms. “Let’s get you to bed.”

 

Anya nodded in response. She melted in her mother’s touch. Yes, she had longed for motherly love until Yor came into the picture. Anya swore to always love her mother and to do everything to keep her family together.

 

She knows what her papa and mama are. Papa’s a spy and mama’s an assassin. But they didn’t know that. So she would keep that secret all to herself. Just for once in her entire lifetime, she would have to be selfish.

 

After all, which child wouldn’t wish for the love a family could give? A father’s protection, a mother’s touch. The boundless love that it could offer?

 

Anya Forger finally had it all, and she wouldn’t want it to tear apart. So she promised to tell only in dire circumstances. But for now, she’ll keep all the secrets she knew to herself.

 

Yor entered her daughter’s bedroom and closed the door behind her. She delicately set her down on her bed and tucked her in while she sat on the edge of the bed.

 

Tenderly and gently, she patted Anya’s back softly while humming a soft tune.

 

“Mama, can you sing me a lullaby?” the child requested.

 

“Yes dear. I remember my mama used to sing lullabies to uncle Yuri and me too.” Yor replied.

 

“What was your mama like? Was she as good as you?” Anya inquired.

 

Yor raised her brows. “Yes, she was the best mother. I miss her a lot, you know.”

 

“Mama,” Anya began as she sat up to hug her mother tightly. “You’re the best mama ever. I love you. I don’t know about your mama but if she was better than you, she must’ve been the best! But to me, you’re the best, so no one can ever replace you.”

 

Yor mused at her daughter’s statement and stroked her hair lovingly. “Thank you, Anya.”

 

Anya pulled away from her mother and snuggled under the blankets. Yor chuckled before picking up a soft tune. 

 

You are my sunshine, my only sunshine,

You make me happy when skies are grey.

You’ll never know, dear, how much I love you,

Please don't take my sunshine away.

The other night, dear, as I lay sleeping,

I dreamt I held you in my arms.

When I awoke, dear, I was mistaken,

So I hung my head, and I cried.

You are my sunshine, my only sunshine,

You make me happy when skies are grey.

You’ll never know, dear, how much I love you,

Please don't take my sunshine away.

I'll always love you and make you happy,

If you will only say the same.

But if you leave me to love another,

You'll regret it all one day.

You are my sunshine, my only sunshine,

You make me happy when skies are grey.

You’ll never know, dear, how much I love you,

Please don't take my sunshine away.

Please don't take my sunshine away.


Unbeknownst to the mother and daughter, Loid was awake, being stirred from his sleep from the commotion outside prior to the lullaby session. 

 

While making his way to the kitchen to prepare a cup of tea, he heard the angelic voice of his wife singing their daughter to sleep.

 

He was amused. 

 


 

“I love you too Anya. So much.” Yor whispered before planting a kiss on Anya’s forehead.

 

She pushed herself off the mattress before heading out of her daughter’s room, only to be surprised at the fact that her husband was awake.

 

Likewise, she made her way to the kitchen to prepare a cup of tea for herself.

 

“Loid? Why are you awake?”

 

“I heard some noises outside.” He answered.

 

“Ah.” Yor flashed an apologetic smile. “I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to disturb you.”

 

Loid shook his head earnestly. “It’s okay, I’m a light sleeper, is all.”

 

“You have a beautiful voice, Yor.” He added.

 

Unsure how to react to the compliment, she just gave him a warm smile, her cheeks burning hot. “Thank you, Loid.”

 

Loid gestured down the hallway. “Should we head back to bed?” 

 

Yor nodded in response.


Unexpectedly, Anya Forger slept very soundly that night. With an affirmation that her mother would always be there for her.