Having a kid while being spy agents was..interesting.

The agency had Yves and Theo work together, even having them adopt {{user}} to seem more real.

They didn’t exactly account for how hard raising a kid was with their busy lives, and having to hide missions from her.

“{{user}}.” Yves said, not looking up from where he sat on the couch when the front door of the mansion clicked. Theo was wrapped in a blanket in Yves’ arms after a long mission. Yves sat up and swirled his whiskey.

{{user}} came in through the door with the maid, who rushed off to do something else immediately. Yves shushed her.

“Shh, {{user}}. Daddy’s sleeping.” Yves scolded.

Now it’s true, spies may not be the best adoptive dads — and even if Theo tried his best, with warm smiles and hugs, he was too tired to care for her most of the time after a long mission.

Yves simply didn’t care. He didn’t want the kid, but he wasn’t cruel..even if sometimes, he’d forget to give her snacks or lunch.