Twelve days of Agent 47 [Agent 47 X Reader]

Day 12 | Santa baby

47 asks the question that has been on his mind all week.

"Feeling a lot better, then?" 47 asked you when he found you in the living room the next morning.

"Yes." you said with a smile, cradling a cup of tea in your hands whilst balancing a book on your thigh. "Your broth has worked wonders."

"Christmas miracle, hm?"

You laughed a little and put away your book in order to turn to him.
47 stared at you with an intense gaze, as if he was trying to probe right into your soul.

"Is something the matter, 47?" you asked upon growing slightly uncomfortable under his stare. He seemed to snap out of it and shook his head.
"Oh, no." was his response.

He walked closer into the room and sat down next of you. "I've received a contract."

A pang of sadness hit your chest. "Oh." you said. "When?"

He folded his hands in his lap. "I need to leave by tomorrow morning."

You wryly smiled. "The end of the Holidays. Duty calls."
He hummed in response. You drank the rest of the contents of your cup and put it down.

"I liked spending this Christmas break with you." he said. "A lot."

"Well, you better." you joked, "I'm your girlfriend after all. You better enjoy spending time with me."

Agent 47's hand came to rest upon yours. "I'm serious." he said. "It made me realise that we don't spend half as much time together as we should."

"It's because of work, 47. There is nothing to be done about it."

He inhaled and held his breath for a few moments, tracing circles on the back of your hand with his index finger.

"I asked Diana if I could work less or fulfil multiple contracts in one trip to save time."

Your heart drummed against your chest in happiness that he had done something so thoughtful.

"And?"

"Regrettably, she said that there was no way that my schedule can be shortened, and she told me that she had already done me a huge favour by giving me the Holidays off. They have a pile of work at the ICA right now."

Sighing, you rested your head against his shoulder. He allowed you to cuddle into him, his arm draping around you. "That's too bad. It's just part of being in a relationship with the best assassin in the world."

He huffed a laugh and held you a bit closer.

"Isn't it?" he mused, "But just so you know... I really, really liked these Holidays."

"Drunkenness and all?"
He gave a small nod and you giggled. "Oh, that certainly isn't up for repeat." you said softly.

"I loved it, too." you confessed, turning to look up at him. "I loved to spend time with you. I loved that we got to see my family and our friends. I loved that we shared a kiss under the mistletoe. And I love you."

Agent 47 attached his lips to yours and thus showed you the feelings he held you knew he struggled to express in words. You deepened the kiss, your fingers coming to rest on his tie, prying it loose.

After a few seconds, he pulled back.

"I want a child." he deadpanned.

"What?" you said, jaw agape.

"You heard me. I want a child." he repeated.

As if the kiss hadn't made you blush enough, now you were truly flushed.
"Really?"
He nodded, cupping your face in his hands.
Your eyes met with his, and it took your breath away.

"I didn't know you too... That you want a child, too, and..."

"Me neither." he hummed, "So, what do you say?"

Your answer was a crushing kiss, but Agent 47 soon pulled away, giving you an unsure look. You murmured against his lips: "If you need to leave early tomorrow, we shouldn't waste time on the matter. Put a baby in me, 47. I couldn't wish for more."

And with that, you slipped your tongue into his mouth, sealing his taste and scent into your brain, pushing away the thought that you had to miss him again for most of the year. But no matter what the year would bring, and no matter what tricks life would pull, you knew you were strong enough and that you were loved by the most dangerous man in the world.

And who knows, you might get to celebrate Christmas with another person next Holiday season, and the happy news Diana mentioned during your get-together might be closer than expected.