I have a crush on my husband | Loid x Yor | Spy x Family

2 - The Hazards of Yor's Cooking

Loid

After living with Yor for two days, she's an awful cook. I say that kindly. I think I got food poisoning last night after I ate the salmon she made for dinner. I spent the rest of last night glued to the toliet, regretting every bite. It was a rough night, to say the least.

The memory of last night's dinner floods my mind. The salmon that Yor had made looked questionable, but I didn't want to offend her by not eating it.

Anya was smart and avoided the salmon and stuck with her dino nuggets. Despite Yor's many positive qualities, her cooking skills were not among them.

After stumbling out of bed and getting dressed, I make my way to the kitchen. Yor is already there, looking at me with a hint of concern. "Morning," she greets me.

I force a smile and mumble a response. Yor starts to prepare breakfast, and I watch as she fumbles around with the ingredients. I can't help but notice the way she struggles with even the simplest of tasks. To put it mildly, her cooking skills are not great.

I pour myself a cup of coffee and grab the morning newspaper. I join Anya at the dining table. Yor brings a plate of toast infront of Anya. 

"Mama." Anya looks down at toast and doesn't hesitate to point out the obvious. "It's burnt."

It is indeed burnt. It doesn't even look like toast anymore. 

 Anya smacks it against her plate. "And it's rock hard." 

Yor shrugs it off with a smile. "Yeah, well, it's made with love not with skill."

She got that right. The corner of my lip begins to turn upwards. Trying to be kind, I say, "Yor, maybe you should let me take over the cooking from now on."

She gives me a sheepish smile, "Yeah, that sounds like a good idea."  

At least she's self-aware, and I can't help but let out a small chuckle. But then, Yor mentions something about toilet paper. 

I've notice the toliet paper ran out. I went to the store this morning to pick some more up." She pulls something out the grocery bag. "I also picked up a candle. I went to brush my teeth last night and bathroom smelled atrocious."

Geez, I wonder why. 

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Yor

To be honest, I don't eat what I cook. I love the act of cooking but I don't think I'm good at it. 

Now that I'm married I don't have to worry about the government deporting me out country. I did come here on a visa. But that was going to expired in a few months. Getting married seem to be the next best option.  It's a weight off my shoulders, and I can finally start building a life for myself here.

Loid's daughter Anya is adorable. She is really warming up to me now. 

Raising Anya remind me of raising Yuri growing up. Now that he's in the police academy, I don't see him that often. I wonder how my younger brother is doing. 

I make a mental note to give Yuri a call later and check in on him. It's been a while since we've caught up, and I'm curious about how he's been doing in the police academy.

As for now, I have to focus on my new family. Living with Loid has been surprisingly easy. He's a good man, and I can tell that he cares deeply for his daughter.

Anya is the light of our home. She's smart, funny, and curious about the world around her. 

Loid dries his hand on the tea towel after finishing washing the dishes and joins me on the couch. I've notice he always sits in the armchair. I guess that his designated seat. I don't mind because that means I have the whole couch to myself. 

Loid looks down at my hand, brows furrowed. "Where's your ring?"

I set my book down in my lap. "I took it off."

Loid's eyes widen slightly, his gaze shifting from my bare finger to my face. Concern fills his features as he reaches out to touch my hand gently.

"Yor, you need to wear it if we want other to believe we're married."

He has a good point. However, the ring is gone. "I pawned it."

Loid's touch lingers on my hand, his brows furrowing even deeper as he processes my words. His eyes search mine, a mix of surprise and confusion reflected in them.

"Why would you pawn it?" he asks, his voice laced with a tinge of disappointment. "We need to maintain the illusion of our marriage for our plan to work."

I take a deep breath, my gaze locking with his. "Loid, I understand the importance of our arrangement, but the ring felt like a constant reminder of the falsehood we're living. It didn't feel authentic to me."

Loid's expression softens, his grip on my hand loosening slightly. "I know this marriage is a facade, Yor, but we agreed to support each other. The ring was a part of that agreement."

I nod, my heart heavy with the weight of my decision. "I'm sorry, Loid. I just couldn't bear wearing a symbol of a love that doesn't exist."

He takes a moment to absorb my words, his features filled with a mix of resignation and understanding. "I suppose I can't fault you for being honest with yourself. But we need to find another way to convince others."

I appreciate his understanding, but the thought of perpetuating the charade weighs on me. "Loid, maybe it's time we reevaluate this plan. We're both capable individuals, and perhaps we can find a different solution to our respective problems."

Loid's gaze meets mine, his eyes filled with a mix of contemplation and curiosity. "Are you suggesting we abandon the marriage of convenience?"

Noooooooo. That would be a terrible idea. The government is definetly gonna hunt me down and throw me out of the country.  I can't have that happen. 

He crosses his arm. My eyes are naturally drawn to the way his bieps flex. "What do you propose, Yor? To make this marriage seem more authentic? I can't think of more genuine way to symbolize marriage then wearing rings."

"Well, to make this marriage seem more legitmate...I think that we should go on dates," I hear myself say. I don't know why I said that. I don't think he's going to agree to this— 

"Very well," Loid says, flat-out. "Under the condition that you continue to wear your ring."

I nod. "You have my word." 

He does seems really mad that I pawned the ring. But at least I got a couple grands out of it.

Loid gets up. "Alright. Then the issue is settled." He starts putting on his coat.

"Where are you going?"

He stares at me with disbelief as if it super obvious where he's heading. "To buy the ring back."

Then he shuts the door. 

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AN: Rip LOid's booty hole 🥲