Spy x Family: Baby on Board

Chapter 3: Big Sister Practice

Anya walked through the halls of Eden pondering her baby brother. Becky walked beside her, sniffling with a heartbroken expression.

"I guess Loid is serious about your mom if he's having a baby with her," she muttered and wiped some tears away.

Anya glanced back at her friend as she remembered what Becky said about having sisters.

"Becky, Anya wants to be a good big sister. How do I do that?"

"Hmm, I never looked after my baby sisters. That's what the nanny is for," Becky raised an eyebrow. "Anya, don't tell my your parents won't have a nanny."

Anya's face went blank and she shook her head. "Anya wants to help with her baby brother."

"Oh boy," Becky sighed. "I suppose you should try to practice, I guess."

As they got to class, Anya tapped a pencil against her mouth. Practice, how will Anya practice. Bond is a doggie, not a baby. As Anya racked her brain, she heard Damian's thoughts.

Big bro won another award, I need a Stella to keep up!

A lightbulb went off over Anya's head. That's right, second son is a baby brother! Anya can practice on him. She beamed a glittering smile at Damian that he and Becky noticed.

"Ahh, Anya is smiling at him!"

"Ehh?" Damian muttered with red cheeks. "What are you smiling at uggo?!"

Rather than paying attention in their history lesson, Anya read from a book on taking care of babies. As the bell rang, she passed over a section on tending to injuries. Moments later, as Damian got up with his friends, he tripped on the stairs and fell over, hitting his arm.

"Ouch!"

"Lord Damian!"

Damien held his arm and pulled the sleeve back, revealing a dark bruise and abrasion. Within moments, Anya was in front of him, grinning.

"Ehh? What do you want-" he started before Anya knelt down, sprayed some disinfectant on his injury and put a bandage over it.

"Anya!" Becky gasped.

"Hey!" Damien yelped, his heart now pounding. "I didn't say you could do that!"

Anya ignored him and walked away with a smug grin. Anya can tend to her baby brother when he gets hurt.

Later, at lunch as Damian ate with his friends, he jumped after Anya appeared before them.

"What are you doing here, we're trying to eat!" Damian said with a scowl, but Anya opened her lunchbox and took out a container of yogurt. Damian and his friends went pale as Anya scooped some of it up and moved the spoon toward him.

"Open wide," Anya said.

Damian fell backward off his seat while Becky held her heart.

"Anya is feeding him!"

Anya, however, narrowed her eyes in frustration as Damian furiously tried to bat her away. Hmm, baby brothers can be brats when you try to feed them. Anya must be persistent!

After a particularly rough math lesson, Damian emerged from the classroom looking exhausted and browbeaten. Anya poked her head around the corner and looked at the book.

"When babies go through trying times, hugs can ease them." Anya nodded at the passage, raced up behind Damian and hugged him.

"Ahh!!" Damian turned bright red and screamed at the top of his lungs.

Even Anya turned a little pink. Second son is warm.

"She's, she's hugging him!" Becky struggled to breathe.

"Lord Damian! What have you done to him?" Danian's friends cried as he collapsed with swirled eyes.

Anya started at him and sweatdropped. Anya is too good at being a big sister.

Elsewhere, Yuri stared out his window, hands clasped together. He sat in an empty apartment, scanning windows from a building across the street. Ever since that night, he spent all of his free time trying to discern her true identity. His mystery white haired lover. She had not made it easy, but Yuri had not become a State Security Agent Lieutenant by coincidence. Drawing his silenced pistol he aimed it at the window across from him.

"I have you now, Agent Nightfall," Yuri fired several bullets but ducked as return fire came inches from hitting him. The officer dashed out onto the fire escape and exchanged more fire with his opponent. Both weaved around the incoming lead while racing up the buildings. Then, in a matter of moments, Yuri watched her speed across a clothesline and fly toward him.

He caught her leg and hurled Fiona toward the ground, but she pressed both hands to the rooftop and flipped them both.

"Damn Westalias spy!" Yuri snarled as he drew a switchblade and slashed.

"Damn Ostonian tyrant!" Fiona drew her own and the two clashed, exchanging blows with neither able to gain the edge.

Again and again, they darted across the rooftops, going back and forth until both reloaded and held their guns to each other's throats. Yuri and Fiona shot intense stares back and forth, neither blinking or making the slightest movement.

By evening, Fiona's head once more rested on Yuri's bare chest, her arms wrapped tight around the rest of him. Yuri caressed the back of her head, savoring her warm body as they lay together in his apartment.

"So," Yuri muttered, a hint of angst in her voice. "What now?"

Yuri grimaced, wondering that himself. He took a deep breath and tried to think. "I'm not sure, Fiona. I'm not sure."