AN: Babyfic is back! Special thanks to my mate for beta-ing. There's more angst to come, of course. Reviews are always welcome.

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Chapter 14

A couple of months later they were invited to a dinner for people working with the FBI. The Reddington family was dressed to the nines, both men wearing tuxes, while Liz was wearing a beautiful red evening gown.

Since kids were welcome at the dinner, the couple hadn't bothered looking for someone to babysit, and soon enough little Tony had found someone to color with. Dembe was keeping an eye on him, so Red asked his fiancée for a dance.

He wrapped both arms around her waist, smiling when she wrapped her arms around his neck in response. "You look extra beautiful today, my love."

She blushed slightly at his words. "So you've told me."

"I can't help myself. I would never have imagined my life to become this perfect. The woman of my dreams and our little boy. I don't think it could get any better. I didn't even think I would ever sit through a dinner with a room full of law enforcement officers."

"Well, you did kind of save the world. You're a hero." He snorted at that.

"I'm no hero, Lizzie."

"You're my hero." She kissed him quickly to stop him from replying. "Now shush."

"As you wish, dear."

They continued swaying to the music, occasionally stealing a kiss here and there, making Red wish that they were in the privacy of their home. The things he wanted to do to this beautiful creature in his arms wasn't for anyone to see but them.

"You're thinking dirty things again," she said, breaking through his haze.

"I always am with you in my arms," he replied with a cheeky grin.

"Daddy?" Their boy was tugging at his father's pants, staring up at the two of them.

"Hey there, little man! Did you escape from your little girlfriend?" He nodded over at Dembe, telling him to stay put, before lifting his son in his arms.

"Wanna kissie!" The kid exclaimed with a look of horror on his face, making his parents laugh.

"You don't come after your father in that area then," Liz said with a wink.

"Mommy, pee."

She kissed his little head, whispering, "You're such a good boy."

"Pee," he said again.

"Will you take daddy with you, sweetie?" Tony nodded and looked at his father.

Red smiled at the boy. "Alright then, off we go. We'll meet you back at the table, sweetheart."

The two quickly made their way to the bathroom, where Red sat the kid down. "Me," Tony said.

"You wanna do this alone?" Lately their child wanted to be more independent. He would tell his parents that he needed to go, but he wanted to go alone most of the time. "Alright, take your time, okay?"

Red stood leaning against the sink, listening to his son babbling away, not sure what exactly he was talking about. Another man walked in and the two shared a smile. "How old?"

"Almost three now."

"Daddy?"

"Still here, Tony."

"You not listen tention!"

He had to swallow the laugh that was about to break free. "I am paying attention, I promise. Are you done?"

Some rustling was heard and then the toilet flushed loudly. "Done!"

"Good boy. Pull up your pants before you come out, alright?" He knew that his son loved running around, flashing off his little naked butt.

"'kay." Under the door, he could see his little feet shuffling around, pants around his ankles, before small fingers grabbed them, pulling them up. "Daddy?"

"Mhm?"

"Help, pwease."

"Come out then, Tony-tots." The kid wobbled over to him, holding his pants up and Red kneeled down to pull up the zipper and button it up. "There we go. Now let's wash your hands. Did you wipe, sweetie?"

"Ya."

"Such a good boy," he praised, picking him up so he could reach the sink. Together they washed and dried the kid's hands and then left the bathroom hand in hand.

"Hello, there handsome," a woman said, leaning against a wall and smiling gently at Tony. "Good evening."

Red smiled politely back at her. "Good evening, miss."

"Rhonda," she offered.

"Raymond," he introduced. "And Tony."

"He's adorable. How old is he?"

One day he would need to get used to people asking about his child, that didn't mean he particularly enjoyed it. "Almost three."

"He looks just like his daddy."

Somehow they came to talk about Madagascar, finding out that they had both spent some time in the island's busy capital, Antananarivo. Sharing numerous tales of what they had experienced caused both of them to eventually lose track of time, so when Red turned around and found himself looking into the furious face of his plus one. "Lizzie."

"It would be wonderful if you were responsible enough to look after your son instead of entertaining your primal instincts."

"He's right –" Red looked down, but his son was nowhere to be seen. Fear shot through him.

"Yeah, he's found his way back to me, after you let my three year old walk around alone!"

"I didn't – it was only a minute, that I –"

"Spare me," she said, storming off. He watched her say something to Dembe, before leaving through the front door.

"Wow, she's a vixen," the woman said and Red glared at her.

"No. What she is, is correct. Excuse me."

He hurried through the crowd of people, wanting to kick himself for not taking better care of his little son. Lizzie was staring out at the Potomac, shivering in her thin dress. "Sweetheart –"

"Don't. Just don't."

"Look, I'm sorry, okay? I didn't realize he had wandered off. The room was swarming with federal agents, he was perfectly safe."

"Yeah, well that's wonderful Reddington, he's still a child" she spat, and he cringed, hating it when she called him that.

He pushed his hands in his trousers, not knowing what to do with them. He wanted to give her his jacket, but he knew how thick headed she could be. "It's such base emotion, sweetheart."

Liz shot around. "This is not about jealousy!"

"Then what is it about? Because as far as I know, you saw me talking to some woman and immediately thought the worst."

"Because it's always the worst with you!"

The muscle under his eye twitched. "That's unfair and you know it."

"Of course, when I state the truth it's unfair, but when you try talking yourself into another woman's skirt, it's all just good fun."

"What are you talking about? I don't even remember her name!"

"That suits you just perfectly thought, doesn't it?!"

"For God's sake, Elizabeth! What the hell is your problem?!" He finally exploded. "Is it that time of the month already?"

He watched her pale slightly and immediately felt bad, but then anger crossed her features. "You're an asshole."

"Oh, so I'm the asshole again," he said and she turned away. "What is it this time?"

"Because I probably lost the baby!" She cried out, tears running down her cheeks.

They stayed perfectly still for long moments. "W-what did you say?" His heart was banging furiously inside his chest, but she didn't reply. "Elizabeth."

"I might've lost the baby," she said again, her voice shaking.

"I… I didn't… how…"

"I started bleeding," she hiccupped.

It was getting hard for him to breathe and he had to loosen the bowtie or he would suffocate. "When did you find out?"

"Two weeks ago."

"You've known you're pregnant for two weeks and you didn't tell me? I thought, that after all we've been through that you would be able trust me. If we're going to be getting married, we both need to be able to trust and communicate with each other. The child... is it mine?

She turned back towards him, looking absolutely heartbroken. "How can you say that?"

Tears were pooling in his own eyes. "Why didn't you tell me, Lizzie? Why? I deserve to know."

A loud sob ripped from her throat. "I had to be sure Ray! I was scared… w-when… w-with Tony… you-you…"

He couldn't take it anymore. Taking two long strides towards her, he gathered her in his arms, pulling her close enough to feel her heart against his chest. "I'm so sorry, sweetheart, I'm sorry."

"I should've t-told you."

"Yeah," he agreed softly. "But I do understand why you didn't. You won't believe how sorry I am, Lizzie. Sometimes I wish you hadn't put up with me. You deserve so much better."

"Please don't say that, Ray." He swallowed hard against the lump in his throat. "I love you."

"I love you too, sweetheart, so much." Pulling back, he gently wiped at her tears, before giving her a soft kiss.

"The blood… oh God, Ray, I couldn't breathe."

"I wish I could've been there for you, Lizzie," he said, nuzzling her nose with his. Then his hands slipped towards her stomach. "Have you seen a doctor?"

She sniffled. "He's seeing me tomorrow."

"Not good enough. We'll find someone right away."

"Ray, it's Sunday night", she tried to reason.

He shook his head. "I'll make some calls." He pulled her in for another kiss. "The baby's going be alright, Lizzie. Our baby is going to be just fine. Okay?"

What else could she do, but agree with him?

He quickly shrugged out of his jacket and wrapped it around her shaking form, wrapping an arm around her, before using his free hand to find his cell. "Dembe, I need you to call Victoria Flynn. Lizzie and I need to see her right away. Yes, as in tonight. Thank you, my friend." He hung up and pulled it head back to look her in the eyes, not saying anything.

They found themselves at the doctor's office only half an hour later and Liz was getting more nervous by the minute. Red was sitting next to where she was half lying and sitting on a chair, stroking her arm with one hand, while his free arm was wrapped around her shoulder.

"I should've told you. I'm sorry, that I didn't," she said quietly.

"We've been over this, Lizzie," he replied, kissing her cheek.

"I feel like the worst person in the world."

"Look at me," he said. "Look at me, Lizzie. You are the most wonderful person I have ever met and I don't ever want to hear you say differently." He leaned forward and captured her lips with his, showing her how special she was to him.

Someone cleared their throat. "Am I interrupting?"

Slowly the couple parted and Red turned towards the intruder. "Victoria, thank you for seeing us immediately."

"It was brought to my attention that this is an emergency and who am I to say no to Raymond Reddington? Who's this lovely lady?"

"This is my Elizabeth," he said with his voice full of adoration.

The FBI agent smiled slightly. "Hello, Doctor Flynn. Thank you for seeing me so quickly."

"Hello Elizabeth. It really is no problem. So, are congratulations in order?" The doctor sat down, watching Liz's face fall.

She bit her lip. "I'm not sure how far along I am, but… I… I started bleeding…"

"Alright, honey, say no more." The doctor started pulling on gloves, getting her machines ready. "It isn't uncommon for a woman to get vaginal bleeding or intermittent bleeding that seems like a regular period, so let's not get too worried just now." She gently pushed up Liz's dress and applied the gel. "Let's see what's going on here." Red tightened his arm around his fiancée's shoulders, trying to calm them both down. "See that little dot over there?" The couple nodded. "That's your little dot. And it's doing just fine."

Liz gasped, tears shooting to her eyes. "Our baby's okay?"

"There's nothing wrong with your baby," Victoria said with a grin. "Is this your first child?"

"Second," Red replied, unable to tear his gaze from the screen.

"Raymond Reddington, you've been busy! I'll just print a couple of these for you and then you're good to go. Elizabeth, I want you to check in with your OB/GYN if the bleeding lasts longer, though." She handed them the pictures and some paper towels and Red took it upon himself to make sure his fiancée's belly was free of the gel.

"We're going to have another baby," Liz said.

"And look how beautiful it is," Red replied, a gentle smile on his face.