Twelve days of Agent 47 [Agent 47 X Reader]

Day 9 | When loved ones are near

While babysitting your nephew, Agent 47's unfamiliar paternal instincts kick in.

It had been a bit of a last minute call, but your nephew was always welcome in your humble abode.

When your sister-in-law sent you a text message with the question if Jules could stay with you for a while so she could go to the care centre for some check-ups for Tilly together with your brother, you happily complied.

After all, the batch of dough you had so haphazardly created in your drunken state a few days ago had, after some salvaging, brought forth a humongous amount of chocolate chip cookies.

And so he sat in the living room, belly-down on the carpet near the Christmas tree – you still had to get rid of the fir but you were pushing it forward for as long as possible – and playing with a toy car he had received from Santa Claus.

"Jules-y," you mused, standing on the threshold, "What do you want to drink?"

"Coco!" he exclaimed, making you smile and retreat to the kitchen to prepare him some.
Agent 47 looked up from his book and peered over at the young boy in front of him.
A mop of (h/c) hair contrasted against the carpet. He looked undeniably like your brother.
A true (L/n), you often deemed him, and while reminiscing on that statement, his gears grinded a bit more than usual.

You returned to the living room with a tray of hot chocolate, tea and cookies, and upon placing it on the coffee table, you told Jules to be careful and wait for a bit so it could cool down.
Jules plopped down right next to the steaming mug, eyeing the whipped cream on top.

"Are you going back to kindergarten soon, then?" 47 asked. Jules nodded vigorously whilst taking a cookie from the jar you held out to him. "Yes, after Sunday."
"Did you miss your friends?"
"I saw Sam at the playground. Santa gave him a ball."

"A ball? How fun! You probably had a fun time playing together, then!"

You smiled behind your cup of tea and Jules started to munch happily on his cookie, a few crumbles falling onto his jumper, but it didn't matter for now.

"Can I drink now?" he quizzed you with a full mouth.
"Sorry, I can't hear you when you talk with your mouth full." you said, and he swallowed his treat before repeating the question.

You leaned forward and felt around the cup to see how warm it still was. "Almost. A little bit longer."
Jules pouted and sat with his face above the cup.

Feeling playful, you took a dollop of whipped cream onto your index finger and smeared it onto his nose.

Jules shrieked, soon cackling with joy. "Auntie (Y/n)! What are you doing?!"
You laughed out loud and 47 smiled fondly at the scene in front of him, leaning back in his chair.

There it was, that feeling again, that deep urge seeping through his nature, something he hadn't been designed for but deeply desired. Seeing you interact with a young boy that resembled you in so many ways – it was the same feeling when he saw the girl with your hair colour in the choir – caused his mind to run at full speed.

"Uncle Toby! Look!" Jules tried to lick off the cream from his nose, but to no avail. 47 laughed lightly, ruffling his hair.

"Your tongue is not long enough."

Finally, the young child decided to take it off by using his finger and putting it in his mouth. He gleamed and you and you winked at the boy, nodding towards the hot chocolate. "You can drink your coco now."

You didn't have to tell him twice – within a second, Jules was knelt beside his beverage again, bringing it up to his lips.

With an intent gaze, 47 looked at you, contemplating what to do with everything he felt – everything he longed for.

But he didn't feel too uncertain about it – after all, he didn't doubt that you would want the same.