“You won't escape this time Bondman!” an eyepatch wearing man gleefully shouted from the television as Anya Forger sat on the floor, nose almost touching the screen with how intensely she was watching. A large fluffy white dog barked, breaking the small girl out of her cathode ray tube trance.

“Ah! Bond you scared me!” the light pink haired girl said as she scooted away from the TV. The dog only gave a small gruff in response as it circled around the floor and promptly went back to napping. “But I guess you're right, I gotta set an example being a big sister and not sit so close to the tv!”

Big sister, Anya couldn't help but give a wide smug grin at hearing those words. It was something she had never even thought would be possible for her. To have been an orphan, then to suddenly have a family, a dog, AND become a big sister in such a small amount of time, it was more then she could have ever asked for. Sure her classmates had gotten sick and tired about her bragging about how she was learning to how warm a bottle of milk or change diapers, but gosh darnit no one was gonna curb her excitement over becoming a BIG SISTER.

“Ehehehe.” Anya giggled as she spun around the living room, only to stop suddenly when she heard the ringing of the front doorbell. “Ah, Papa and Mama are back home!”

“We're home Anya.” the mature voice of Loid Forger, Anya's adoptive father, said as he entered the front living room, removing his coat and hat and placing them on the rack on the wall. Running his hand through his disheveled blonde hair, his piercing blue eyes locked on to his daughter who who was practically bouncing up and down where she stood. “Is something the matter Anya?”

“Am I a big sister yet?” the little girl eagerly asked.

“I'm afraid not just yet.”

“Then where's mom?!” Anya demanded.

“She's...trying to figure out how to get inside.” Loid haltingly said.

“I almost got it!” came a chipper voice outside the door. “Just have to oof, turn a little this way and...”

Both Father and daughter took a precautionary step back just as a giant pink globular wrecking ball burst through the doorway, almost scraping against the sides of the frame. Loid winced at what he figured was the squeaking of flesh against wood, as more and more of Yor, his wife, squeezed herself in.

“Almost there...” Yor Briar whispered, carefully maneuvering her massive girth inside, until almost with an audible plop, she freed herself from the vice like grip of the door and nearly stumbled into the living room, various parts of her body jiggling furiously from the sudden moment. Anya's stepmother was pregnant, and not just a little bit either. The red sweater she was currently wearing was never meant to cover someone of this size, leaving large swath of Yor's skin on her belly exposed for all to see, not to mention barely covering her chest area, revealing a near illegal amount of cleavage that shimmered and shook with every careful step she took.

“Oh my.” Yor gasped as she turned around, seeing the cracks on the doorframe from where she forcefully pushed herself through. “I don't remember it being this hard leaving the room this morning...”

“Don't worry about it. We'll have it fixed later.” Loid said, furrowing his brow at the destruction his overly pregnant wife was causing. “We probably should listen to the doctor's advice and put you on bedrest.”

“Oh but I don't feel heavy at all!” Yor happily said as she gave a small twirl, knocking over several lamps, books, and vases that were in the way of the momentum of her gargantuan belly.

“For the babies sake at least.” said Loid as he quickly grabbed Yor's shoulders, stopping her from furthering damaging the apartment. “Right?”

“O-Oh...Yes I suppose you're right.” a flustered Yor said, going red in her cheeks from Loid's sudden physical contact with her.

“Babies? Did you say babies Papa?” Anya nearly shouted.

“Yes.” Yor said, a warm smile on her face, her hand cradling the sides of her huge belly.

“Not that it really came as a surprise.” Loid sighed.

came the voice of Loid inside of Anya's head. Unknown to Loid or Yor, Anya was capable of reading the thoughts of others, and she was more than aware of their secret double lives as spy and assassin respectively. Though, that wasn't the only secret she had been keeping from them.

“Something wrong Anya?” Yor asked, seeing the little girl start to sweat profusely. “Are you feeling hot?”

“N-No! I'm just super duper excited that I'm gonna have a buncha brothers and sisters all at once!”

“That makes one of us at least. I need to go make a cup of coffee. Excuse me.” Loid tiredly said as he shuffled toward the kitchen.

“Oh let me make dinner too! I've been craving sauerkraut and pickled fish lately!” Added Yor as she quickly waddled, for a woman pregnant with nontuplets squared anyway, after Loid, her belly nearly slamming into Anya who had to duck for cover on the couch lest she be knocked unconscious like her poor uncle had been a week ago.

There, Anya looked over her shoulder, seeing that the coast was clear now that Loid and Yor weren't there, she dug her little hands into the crevices between the cushions, fishing around until she found what she was looking for.

“Guess I'm lucky Mama is in charge of the cleaning.” Anya whispered, as she looked over the small orange plastic bottle in her hands, which was currently empty. Quickly stuffing it into the pockets of her dress, Anya made a mental note to dispose of this evidence the next change she got. Hopping off the couch, she made her way toward Bond, sitting next to the big canine as she gently rubbed the top of his head. Focusing her thoughts she attempted to read his mind. Much like her, he too had been given an extraordinary ability, that of future sight.

It was hazy at first, reading the mind of a non human animal wasn't like reading a humans, often too cluttered or random to make sense of. But Bond was special enough that she could make sense of what he could foresee, most of the time at least. Soon an image began to appear, there she could see herself and Loid, and then eventually what appeared to be in front of them babies. Nothing but babies, to the left and right was crying infants as far as the eye could see filling her mental vision.

“B-But where's Mama?” Anya asked concerned. Straining herself, she tried to focus her mind, clearing away the hazy cloud. Little by little the image of Yor came into focus. Her beautiful youthful face, her long silky black hair adorned with a headband, then her body...

Anya gulped. Her eyes nearly bulging out of their small sockets as the full entirety of Yor entered her mind. Removing her hand from Bond, she unsteadily walked back to where the television was and resumed watching her favorite spy themed show.

“Aha, Bondman will never solve this case! You might even say its the perfect crime!” another eyepatch wearing villain boasted as he twirled his overly long mustache.

“Maybe I shouldn't have given Mama the whole bottle.” Anya said, scratching the back of her head, before shrugging and sitting back to enjoy the rest of the program. Across the room, Bond only gave a tired huff.

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Figured since Spy x Family is super hot now and Yor premiered in the anime yesterday, I'd re-post this pic originally from my deviantart that I got waaaaay back in 2019 along with the little drabble I wrote for it. Enjoy!

Art drawn by https://saburox.deviantart.com/ !

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