Raymond Reddington and Lizzie's a thousand moment together

I do not own anything

Cooking

" urg!" Lizzie thrown the knife off angrily. " I hate it."

" what did the knife do to you now, love?" Red chuckled as he put his newspaper away.

" I can't cut a thing with this rusty knife."

" that knife is new, it isn't rusty. Maybe you don't have enough kitchen skill, love." Red walked over and hugged his wife from behind. He kissed her shoulder lightly.

" are you saying that I am an idiot when it come to cooking?" Lizzie pushed his head away.

" well, some are good at this, some aren't. you are a great kick ass, but, I am sorry, you aren't that good with cooking."

" Raymond Reddington!" Lizzie almost scream at him. " are you ready to sleep on the couch tonigh?"

" Lizzie, come on. I think it is best you stay out of the kitchen, you will get hurt." Red tried to cover his ears. " I hate to see those cut on your beautiful hands."

" then, let's see what can you do in the kitchen." Lizzie throw her pink heart apron at Red and walked out.

Two hours later.

Lizzie sat in front of the most amazing dinner she has ever seen in her life.

" what…"

" well.. since we didn't have much food left so I made something simple enough. First we will start with some pumskin soup. The queen today is duck breast with orange sauce. Then our finish touch will be this little guy_ strawberry cheese tart, I like blueberry better but we don't have any… so.."

" are… how did you make this? All this…"

" well… I've lived far too long alone, I couldn't really always eat out you know."

" I have never seen you cook anything... we always go out…"

" hmm, I want to give you the best of the best…" Red washed his hands. "now, tell me, why did you feel like trying to cook so suddently?"

"well…" Lizzie felt rather embrassing to say her reason.

" I am listening."

" please don't laught at me."

" you know I won't."

"right, like I will believe you after what you put me through last week."

" my apologise. But I think you will have to stick with what I offer, because we will not go anywhere without you telling me what was on your pretty little head."

"i… I thought that… well… I want to make… I want to make you feel like home, Red." Lizzie blushed harder.

" pardon?"

" we have to move so much… we don't get to stay anywhere too long…so I thought… it was just a stupid idea… I thought I could make you a home make cooking…. So that we would feel like home…"

"…" Red didn't say anything, he just sat there and stared at her.

" look… I know I embrassed myself…" then suddently she was pushed in a warm embrace.

" I love you more and more everyday…" he said quietly. " you tried so hard for a man who didn't deserve any of your affection, love."

" you are worth every second of my life, Red." She whispered back. " I love you."

" …" he pushed back and looked at her eyes, then smiled. " now, how about I teach you to cook something easy."

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