Operation: Threads of Connection

Family

-Present- Loid's POV

"And that is how I married your Mama... Again,"

Anya began grinning as she took notes in her notebook. This homework assignment was ridiculous, how does "Write about how your parents met" have anything to do with the Eden curriculum?

"What are you grinning about now?!" I asked as I took her notebook out of her hands.

1. Met Mama at clothes shop (told her she looked pretty)

2.Got married, mama moved in the day after.

3.Mama and Papa and Anya got Bond.

4.Mama and Papa took Anya out for outings. Sometimes only Mama and Papa went out leaving Anya with Scruffy Head.

5.On Mama's birthday, Papa was shot.

6.Papa lived and he got married to Mama again

"Anya, you can't write about this!" I said, turning to see her angrily. I mean it's true... But what would people say?

Yor made her way to the living room placing a cup of coffee in front of me and a cup of hot cocoa in front of Anya. She proceeded to take a seat next to Anya, sipping her tea in contentment. I couldn't help but smile as I began drinking my coffee.

"I wonder... will someone confess to me like Papa confessed to you Mama," Anya asked suddenly, I couldn't help but choke on my coffee and cough, sputtering a bit. Yor's eyes widened slightly as she patted my back to help me recover.

"Anya, where did that come from?" Yor asked, her voice gentle but clearly surprised.

Anya shrugged, looking up at her with wide, curious eyes. "Well, everyone at school talks about their parents and how they met. And now we're writing about it for homework. I just wonder if I'll have a story like yours someday."

I cleared my throat, finally catching my breath. "Anya, you're still very young. You have plenty of time before you need to think about things like that."

"But Papa," Anya insisted, her eyes gleaming with that mischievous spark, "I want to know if someone will tell me I look pretty and then get married like you and Mama."

Yor blushed deeply, a soft smile playing on her lips as she looked down at her tea. "Anya, those things happen naturally. What's important is that you find someone who cares for you and makes you happy."

I nodded, trying to regain my composure. "Your mother is right, Anya. It's not about how you meet, but how you treat each other and the love you share."

Anya seemed to consider this for a moment before nodding thoughtfully. "Okay, but I still think Papa's confession was really cool."

Yor and I exchanged a glance, her eyes sparkling with amusement. "Yes, your father can be very... impressive when he wants to be," Yor said softly, a hint of pride in her voice.

I smiled, feeling a warmth spread through me. Despite the unusual circumstances of our family, the love and bond we shared were genuine. "Anya, why don't we write about the fun times we've had together as a family for your homework? We can talk about our adventures and how we've grown closer."

Anya's eyes lit up. "Oh, yes! We can write about the zoo trip and the picnic and when we went to the amusement park!"

"Exactly," I said, relieved by the change in topic. "Those are the moments that truly matter."

As Anya eagerly began scribbling down notes about our family outings, Yor and I watched her with a sense of contentment. Our journey together had been anything but ordinary, but it was these moments of togetherness and love that made it all worthwhile. Later that evening, after Anya had finished her homework and gone to bed, Yor and I sat together in the quiet living room. She leaned against me, and I wrapped my arm around her, pulling her close.