"..Raymond," Dembe broke Red of his quiet reverie.
It appeared that day Raymond Reddington had so long awaited... had arrived.
Red smiled, watching his best man approach in the mirror. Turning about, he waved a hand over his grey suit and dusky blue shade of tie for approval.
"You look very nice." Dembe inclined his head. "You are only missing one thing..."
Red glanced in the mirror, frowning. Aside from his hat, he couldn't find anything wrong... until a delicate boutonniere came into view.
Pinning the small bunch of fragrant rosebuds in place, Dembe smiled at his handiwork. "Do you have cold feet?" the man teased.
Cutting his friend a chastising glance, Red straightened his lapel. "If you're asking if I have poor circulation... no, I do not."
"Is it not my duty to enquire to the state of your feet at such a time?" Dembe's eyes lit merrily.
Red allowed the man his teasing. "In my case, your duty is to hand me the ring without delay."
His friend and ally patted his pockets aimlessly for some long moments, a teasing glint in his eye.
"You better find that ring," Red arched a brow, holding his own mirth, "or you'll find yourself the cornerstone of First National Bank by the end of the day."
"The space is already taken by Congressman Holt." Dembe quipped, miraculously producing the ring.
"Keep track of that." Red muttered. "I would hate to have to fashion a ring from the gold crown I've ripped from your molar." He offered a wry smile. "But will, if push comes to shove."
"Duly noted." Dembe took note. "Now, am I permitted to ask," he clapped his hands together, "... are you ready to depart."
Sitting his hat atop his head, Red smoothed the brim with a familiar sweep before offering a grand wave of his hand.
"... Lead the way."
Pushing from the car, Red glanced up at the building towering over him. The gleaming steel gave way to big white fluffy clouds framing the deep blue sky and frolicking birds overhead.
It was such a beautiful day. A perfect day for a wedding.
Glancing at the mammoth windows, Red wondered... was Lizzy up there taking in the gorgeous day, just as he was?
Had the woman even arrived as yet?
Checking the time, he realized, she must have. While Lizzy had stayed with Antonio and Maria last evening, Red had reserved a suite here for her use before the wedding.
He imagined she was receiving the final touches on her hair and makeup, perhaps even sipping champagne with her friends... before donning her dress.
Over the last couple days, he wondered over her dress... did it meet her standards this time around?
He believed Elizabeth looked incandescent at her first wedding, but it was during their shared pillow talk... he learned she wasn't a fan of her previous wedding dress. In fact, she hated it.
Swamped with work at that time, her schedule conflicted with her friends who could have offered much needed advice... and Tom's foster mother, no good terms on that front... Liz managed to secure a couple hours away and made the appointment with seconds to spare.
Everyone assumed the tears shed that day meant she loved it, but she confessed later to him, it was only out of sheer exhaustion and desperation she caved and chose the second dress suggested.
It wasn't until the actual wedding day, when she saw the dress again, she realized how much she disliked it. Figuring she only had to wear it for a couple of hours, she shrugged it off and went with the flow.
Red hoped that was not the case with their nuptials. He wished, more than anything, Lizzy would love and cherish her gown.
The same could be said for the venue and everything it entailed.
Knowing Red would be livid once he learned of Tom's involvement with Elizabeth, Sam had remained moot until just days before the impending nuptials.
As Red angrily paced his jet on the flight back, intending to put a stop to the debacle, Sam relayed all that had unfolded in Red's short absence.
While Red knew of Tom's involvement with Elizabeth, he had been unaware the bastard had taken steps to actually marry her.
Sam hoped Lizzy would call off the wedding as tensions at work and in her home life intensified.
In hindsight, Red was glad Sam had kept his mouth shut until zero hour because... he would have been hard pressed to deny Elizabeth anything, especially after he saw the lovely vision the woman displayed in her wedding finery.
As much as he detested the entire fiasco, Red couldn't imagine refusing Elizabeth the joy he read in her face that day.
Walking through the hotel lobby, Red fell in step beside Dembe, heading for the elevators; his memory flooded with images of the past.
Tired from his long, continuous flight, Red had sped his way to the venue of Elizabeth's wedding, intent on putting a bullet in Tom Keen's head.
He remembered, when he sauntered his way inside, he'd been stunned by how antiseptic it all seemed. Where Lizzy had been glowing, the surrounding room appeared cold and lifeless.
So intent on how beautiful Lizzy was even in the lackluster setting, he missed the reciting of the vows completely. Thwarted from his objective, Red vowed then and there to correct the error, if ever such an occasion arose again.
He vowed this wedding would be as vibrant and full of life as Elizabeth, herself.
As money was no object, he stressed to Elizabeth whatever she wished to do... she must follow her heart.
Calling his bluff, and much to his amusement, Lizzy's choice of venue was as auspicious as it was à propos.
Much like the bride and groom, the Watergate Hotel retained a certain sordid, even scandalous, reputation. Red believed Lizzy's choice suited them quite nicely.
It amused the man greatly to be part of the hotel's jaded history, to some extent.
The day of their return from Australia, Elizabeth was excited to find the Banquet Manager expecting their arrival.
The man excelled in his duties, catering to Lizzy's every whim.
Lizzy was shown the options Red requested be held for their use with all pomp and circumstance befitting the occasion. Just by the look on Elizabeth's face, Red knew he had chosen wisely.
The shimmering glint in Lizzy's eyes heightened as she chose the largest banquet room for their reception. Red hoped she would prefer it over any other. He found the area suitable for their needs.
It was the rooftop terrace that would serve as the location for their vows, which stole Lizzy's heart the most.
Red had to admit, the views of the Potomac and wooded areas would provide a lovely backdrop, but he knew ulterior motives lay behind the woman's choices.
Elizabeth, mischievous imp she was, chose this spot where so much political intrigue unfolded, in order to snub her nose at the establishment.
It was a perfect fit for them.
With the desired venue secure, visions took root, which seemed to give the woman wings to fly.
Lizzy went into planning mode... one would think she was organizing a Victory parade.
Red enjoyed watching Lizzy as she threw countless irons into the fire. She was having the time of her life. The woman was poise and grace under fire.
The elevator slid to a stop, the sliding doors revealing Lizzy's endeavors. No matter which way one looked, bursts of color caught and held one's attention.
Spinning slowly about, Red took in the idyllic setting.
The gentle rays of the sun danced along the rippling waters of the river. Lush woodlands spread out along the embankment.
The open-aired venue replete with painted skies of blues, purples and pinks was all framed to perfection.
Staff festooned the terrace and altar in flowers and diaphanous veils, fluttering softly about. The warm, fresh breeze smelled of lavender and roses.
The scene was serenely beautiful and romantic.
"Elizabeth will be pleased with the end result, I believe." Dembe smiled his approval.
"I am pleased as well." Red wholeheartedly agreed. He personally appreciated the brevity of the guest list, for their vows were limited to intimate friends and family.
The first of which, had just arrived. Ben and Mark made their way over, Nora on their arms.
Felicitations were exchanged, the atmosphere cheerful... moods buoyant.
Samar and Aram soon followed, taking their seats on the bride's side, but Red felt it was due to Aram's fear of heights, rather than actually having proclaimed an official 'position'.
Some of Lizzy's family soon made their appearance, meeting Red for the first time. Ever the consummate host, he quickly put them at ease, offering them refreshments. Dembe escorted them to their seats.
A handful of Red's close and trusted associates came next, lifting sparkling beverages in salute as they passed. Red was suddenly concerned. Were people consuming alcoholic beverages already?
The limited space filled quickly, increasing Red's excitement all the more for it meant... Lizzy was near.
Antonio and Maria's appearance generated a definite buzz. The other guests warmly embraced the couple's presence.
"Francis is with Elizabeth?" Red wished confirmation.
"Yes," Antonio assured, "as are Silas and Joseph. Settle the hell down. God is in his heaven... and all it right in the world."
Each floor was flooded with security, Red knew that. But knowing those three men were physically with Elizabeth... he felt better.
"It's so beautiful," Maria remarked wistfully of their surroundings, before offering a coy smile, "as is your bride."
Antonio nodded his agreement. "Elizabeth truly is a stunning creature," the man said, "prepare yourself."
Red hastily glanced at his watch, glad to see the time was nearing.
Antonio chuckled. "Your 'cool' is evaporating... I was so much more composed."
Maria scoffed, "You lying son-of–"
"Reddington..." A man's voice interrupted the light chatter.
Turning his attention, Red held his expression as Cooper and Ressler joined the fray.
"Let me guess," Red's tone held a certain animosity, "you're here to arrest me on some trumped up charge."
Grasping his wife's hand, Antonio soothed the woman's sudden agitation. His features cooled by degrees for the new arrivals.
"Elizabeth's colleague... and superior." Red supplied the needed information, nodding minutely to the two men who stood before him so gravely quiet.
"We aren't here to arrest you." Ressler also controlled his tone, perhaps because Crocetti's expression suggested he better do so.
"We're here... because we were invited." Cooper assured, holding his invitation aloft.
"You ruin this day for her..." Red warned, not ready to forgive or forget Liz's team's initial reaction to their wonderful news.
Somewhere in the distance, a string quartet took their place, having lifted their instruments for inspection. The lilting sound of a violin soothed and calmed the strained moment.
"Now is not the time." Cooper diplomatically diffused the situation. "We are here only in a show of support."
Holding his expression, Red shifted his attention as an attendant approached, her smile breaking the tension.
"Sir, if you will take your place." She directed Red to his place of honor.
The young woman motioned Cooper and Ressler to the few vacant seats available. The men followed her lead, sitting hastily.
Gesturing for Antonio and Maria to proceed him, Red fell in step behind them. Taking their reserved front row seats on Red's side, shared smiles were passed around.
Stepping into place, Red shook the officiants hand just as the sounds of the string quartet wafted over the guests as gently as the breeze off the Potomac.
A hush fell over all those in attendance as they turned expectantly in their seats.
Red's suddenly riveted attention focused intently on the doorway, anxiously awaiting Lizzy's appearance.
Amanda stepped through the portal, a bright smile on her face. Her bouquet of summer blossoms was startling against the long, dusky blue chiffon of her dress.
Mark gasped his delight when the woman came into sight. Antonio chuckled when the young man lifted from his seat to get a better view of the lovely vision and her long, elegant dress rippling about her ankles.
Smiling softly, Red inclined his head as Amanda took her place.
Lyrical music drifted over the ensemble, announcing the arrival of the bride.
Antonio stood, assisting Maria to rise. To Red's annoyance, others followed suit, almost blocking his view.
The cameramen he hired to capture the blessed event for prosperity, better do his job. Red intended to witness Elizabeth's entrance to its fullest extent later on because... he sure as hell couldn't see much now.
Hearing the slight off-colored remark behind him, Antonio glanced over his shoulder, his amusement growing for the disgruntled look on Reddington's face.
Seeing Francis breach the doorway, Red straightened, just catching his first glimpse of Lizzy as Francis escorted her forward.
Silas and Joe trailed behind, taking a stance just inside the lavishly garnished archway.
Stepping to his right, Red's breath caught as Lizzy finally came into view.
He swore his heart melted at the heavenly vision of angelic beauty before him.
"My god..." Red's reverent tone expressed his awe and wonder.
Glancing between the two, Antonio beamed happily as he produced a handkerchief for his sniffling wife.
Francis walked proudly beside Elizabeth, offering his arm and support, just as Antonio hoped. Elizabeth's hand grasped the man's arm, not out of nervousness... but shared excitement.
Cutting his eyes towards his friend, Dembe felt Raymond's joy as if it were his own. Raymond worked tirelessly to reach this moment, with Dembe right there by his side.
Yes... joy this day seemed somehow contagious.
After years of solitude, to see his friend finally lift the shroud of darkness surrounding him... to feel the warm light and finally achieve a level of contentment... it touched Dembe deep in his soul.
Red's eyes scanned the profound beauty, utterly speechless as Lizzy floated towards him.
Misty tulle and organza enhanced the intricate flowers decorating the long, cascading lace of the A-line silhouette framing Lizzy's lithe form. The shimmering fabric swirled and billowed about like a feather caught in the lyrical, aromatic zephyr of a warm summer day.
Sparkling strips of twinkling gems shone like diamonds at her shoulders before giving way to a scalloped edge semi-sweetheart neckline, softly framing Lizzy's ample breasts.
A large diamond teardrop pendant necklace, a gift from Antonio, lay softly against the delicate valley of her breasts.
Most importantly, Red could tell by the way she held herself... Lizzy loved her dress. It fit like an amazing aura of radiance.
Most surprising was the veil highlighting her sweet face. The traditional fixture surprised him... but it was one that worked incredibly well for Lizzy.
Its presence heightened the moment.
The exquisite cathedral length veil blanketed in Swarovski crystals glistened like starlight against the dark backdrop of Lizzy's lush hair. The luxurious, lustrous tendrils fell in heavy waves down her back and sun-kissed shoulders.
Just as it had on Maria Crocetti, Red assumed, when she wore it on her special day many years ago.
The silky gauze did little to hide Liz's long, dark lashes fluttering like butterfly wings against the natural blush of her cheeks. Nor did it mask the delighted surprise and soft curve of her lips when she noticed Cooper and Ressler in attendance.
A surge of adoration and love overwhelmed Red Reddington, for he truly was the luckiest son-of-a-bitch on the planet this day and damn well knew it.
Not only was the woman stunningly beautiful, Lizzy's heart was pure and true. He'd never met anyone quite like Elizabeth before in his life and planned to tell her as much every remaining day of his life.
Today... this exchange of vows expressing his desire to share his life with her, was a good start.
Nodding to well-wishers on her journey, Liz finally lifted her eyes to Red's as he came into her field of vision.
The man cut quite a dashing figure in his light grey suit. The light color brought out the healthy beige hue of his flesh and startling blue-green eyes. The tailored cut of his jacket and waistcoat somehow enhanced the man's broad chest and strong set of his shoulders.
Her attention drifted downward to the amazing outline of his muscled legs as the rich linen pulled against his thick thighs. She blew out a controlled breath when a strong wind caught his jacket, offering her a glimpse of the man's pronounced bulge before the lapel once again hid it from her rapt gaze.
Her eyes shone bright when she caught sight of Red's fancy watch, one he wore only on special occasions, like her birthday this year.
The man was devastatingly handsome... but Red was so much more. She hoped to express how very fortunate she felt to have him in her life.
The officiant lifted his voice, speaking clearly. "Who gives this woman to be married to this man?"
Francis looked to Antonio... the crowd's silence magnified.
Liz slightly nudged the man, alerting him of his cue.
The young man startled. "Oh! I do." he blurted, then rethought his outburst. "I mean... I give her away. Yeah, that's right." He handed Lizzy off hastily, then took the gesture back just as hastily. "Wait..." he scowled.
Antonio gritted his teeth, muttering his vexation. "He had one thing to do..."
Maria patted the man's abdomen soothingly, never once taking her eyes away from the developing situation.
"Yeah, it's gotta be me," Francis made an executive decision. "Well, really though..." he motioned an all-encompassing hand which encircled the entire gathered ensemble. "... We all do."
Red sighed heavily, stepping down from his perch. He shook Francis' hand, maybe harder than intended.
Francis scowled at the strength of the grip. "...Oww." he whispered under his breath. "You nervous or something?" He narrowed his eyes suspiciously.
Liz held her smile, her eyes gentle on her friend.
"Thank you..." Red murmured tightly.
"Yeah... sure." Clasping the man's hand, Francis inclined his head. "Well... break a leg, you two." He leaned, kissing Lizzy's cheek. He stepped back, snapping his heels together before executing a sharp, dapper bow.
Mark and Ben snorted quietly when Francis stood in place, aimlessly looking around, his attention caught by a jet passing overhead.
Joe laughed quietly as Silas wearily hung his head, shaking it morosely.
Antonio snapped his fingers smartly, the sound echoing in the eerie stillness of the moment.
He gestured curtly for Francis to 'sit', which the boy obediently and quickly obeyed.
Red tried to ignore the churlish whispering behind them as the ceremony proceeded.
"You had one god-damned job." Antonio's quiet, testy accusation spewed into the stillness of the day.
"Shut up!" Maria's hushed voice scolded tartly. "I'm going to hand your balls to you on a platter if you two ruin Elizabeth's day!"
Silence reigned supreme.
Red cut his eyes to his bride, horrified by the unexpected exchange.
Lizzy was clearly stifling a giggle, biting her lip hard.
The man began to breathe again...
Taking Lizzy's hand, Red assisted the woman as they stepped up onto the raised platform, allowing their guests a wonderful view of the couple... and the picturesque view framing them.
Handing her bouquet to Amanda, Liz grasped Red's hands. Though neither had been nervous, they felt themselves settle for the first time today.
Welcoming the guests to this most auspicious event, the officiant smiled at the gathered mass as they settled back into their seats.
"It appears," the officiant began, "I am merely here as a formality," his smile widened, "... as the bride and groom have written their own vows."
"Raymond," the officiant prompted, guiding the ceremony forward with ease.
"Elizabeth," Red began without preamble, "without you, life has no meaning. With you... I have found purpose and hope where there was none before." His jaw worked restlessly. "Your presence has brought light into my life and erased the loneliness." he held her eyes steadily. "You are my inspiration, my love... my everything."
Blinking hastily at the wetness threatening in her glistening eyes, Liz refocused her attention on the man opposite her. She cleared her throat gently, swallowing the lump of emotion determinedly.
"Today we are exchanging vows of our unwavering love," he continued, "but we are also exchanging promises to share a lifetime of companionship, passion and hopefully... of dreams fulfilled."
Smoothing his thumb along her slender fingers, Red realigned his eyes with Elizabeth's.
"Marriage will bind us together as one, to journey a shared path," he said, "one from which I vow to never deviate. No matter the trials and tribulations."
Liz fought like crazy to hold it together but the emotions Red shared touched her deeply.
"Rest assured," Red promised, "I will always remain by your side."
Clasping his hands tighter, Liz eagerly consumed each word spoken, believing the truth behind them with every fiber of her being.
"I take you as my wife, loving you for who you are... thorns and all." Red vowed. "For what you provide me in the way of trust, faithfulness and love... overshadows all."
Knowing Red truly meant the words he spoke, Liz's lips trembled, her emotions suddenly raw... exposed.
"It would be my greatest honor," Red voiced the words in his heart, "and my most fervent wish we come to depend upon one another in good times and in bad, in sickness and health, for all the days of our life."
The last couple months would have been intolerable without Red's steady presence beside her, Liz realized suddenly. He was her rock, her safe place.
"To pledge my fidelity to you is the easiest promise I've ever made." Red shared his private thoughts freely. "It is my solemn vow to guard and protect our love for the rest of my life." He promised faithfully. "I will treasure each kiss and embrace as if it were my last." His voice roughened. "Knowing your kiss will be the last thing I feel on this Earth fills me with peace."
Tears spilled down Liz's cheek, the dam finally breaking, her heart too full to hold back such a powerful tide.
Retrieving a handkerchief from his pocket, Red offered the soft linen to Lizzy. The small gesture, the meaning behind it, proved to all in attendance... their partnership was a solid one.
"You are the best thing about me," he confessed, "I cannot wait to love and honor you all the days of my life, and beyond." He smiled warmly. "Death itself will not separate us, we will enjoy everlasting love, of this... I have no doubt."
Giving Elizabeth a moment to ruminate on the vows pledged, the officiant smiled warmly in the woman's direction.
"Elizabeth, you too have promises you wish to express." the man bid the woman begin.
"Red," Gently clearing her throat, Liz flushed a deep pink, "... Raymond." She corrected, her voice soft and husky with emotion.
"With your support," she began, "I have found my true self. Your encouragement to strive for my ambitions and dreams and make them a reality has given me purpose, but also made me feel whole once again."
Hearing the confidence gain in her voice, Red's pride soared.
"I suppose that sounds self-centered," she continued, "but with my returning confidence... I feel as though I'm better prepared to be your companion in life." She voiced her truth. "I wish more than anything to be a capable and trustworthy partner you can depend on when you need it most."
Red's fingers tightened on the delicate ones he held so dearly, his expression softening.
"Today, surrounded by our family and friends," the woman straightened slightly, as though exuding her returned confidence, "I publically, and without reservation, promise to work together and be equal partners in life... no matter what path we walk."
Red felt his mouth tilt at the corners for the woman's show of bravado. He loved when Lizzy held her head high and demanded to be heard.
"Partnership... that's what brought us together." Liz lifted shimmering blue eyes to his. "That, along with deep, abiding love, is what will keep us together. We have grown so close over the past couple years." She smiled tenderly. "I feel so very close to you right now, as if my heart is somehow intertwined with yours."
Red's eyes closed, the words affecting him deeply.
"I'm the luckiest person alive knowing you are there by my side, facing life and its many obstacles, each day." Liz said. "I'm incredibly grateful you chose me to be standing here with you... today."
Red would beg to differ, for he was the grateful one... but now was not the time to argue the point.
"From today forward, you and I will be one in heart, body and mind." Liz believed wholeheartedly. "Nothing will divide us. Together we will always have trust because our promises of honesty and love will be our strength."
Unable to help himself, Red lifted Lizzy's hand, kissing the soft flesh reverently... needing tangible contact on some level.
"I choose you to be my husband," taking a deep breath, Liz fought to control the emotion welling inside her, "for nothing in the world would fill me with more pride and joy than to join my life with yours... and be your wife."
Red fought to control the urge to enfold the woman in his embrace. Tears trickled unchecked down Lizzy's cheeks once more, and all he wanted to do was draw her close and feel her heart beat against his.
"I give you my hand. I give you my heart. I give you myself." She promised. "I vow to support you, hopefully inspire you, and love you... always." Liz stressed the words.
Red rubbed his fingers soothingly along hers, offering his own show of support as she struggled to voice her pledge to him through her tears.
"For as long as we both shall live, I will be by your side–for better or worse, in sickness and health, for richer or poorer." She pledged her commitment. "You are my one and only today and every day. I cannot wait to face the many adventures which await us in our future."
Closing his eyes, Red felt his own tears release from their stronghold, allowing Lizzy to see how her words affected him.
"I take comfort knowing," Liz smiled warmly, "we will never truly be apart, for our souls are one... now and forever."
Allowing the couple and guests a moment to digest the vows spoken, the officiant stepped forward.
"Now that you have pledged your love and fidelity to one another," the man smiled at the pair, "please present the emblems to seal your commitment and eternal love."
Dembe and Amanda stepped up, placing the latter on the bible provided.
Red was surprised, though pleased, when the official blessed the rings.
"Raymond..." The man handed the sparkling gems over.
Taking Lizzy's hand, Red held the ring poised. "Elizabeth, I give you this ring as a visible and constant symbol of my promise to be with you as long as I live." Slowly sliding it down the small finger, Red settled it in place, smiling. "As it encircles your finger, may it remind you always that my enduring love surrounds you."
Settling the ring, Red kissed the gleaming jewel affectionately.
"...Elizabeth." The officiant held her choice aloft.
Red avidly watched Lizzy poise the brushed platinum band in place before she realigned her eyes with his.
"Raymond, I give you this ring as a symbol of my love and devotion for you." Liz offered her own pledge. "Let it be a reminder that I am always by your side and that I will always be a faithful partner to you."
Clasping his hands tightly, Red smiled as Lizzy hurriedly realigned her eyes with his, absently massaging his fingers, her grip a strong one.
"Before God and these witnesses, you have pledged to be joined in marriage." The officiant smiled warmly at the couple. "You have now sealed this pledge by the giving and receiving of rings. Let these rings be a symbol of the never-ending love you have promised to one another."
Red stroked his thumb along the rings adorning Lizzy's finger, enjoying the sensation of the additional width now in place.
"As we close, remember," the officiant spoke directly to the couple, "to make your relationship work, it will take love. This is the core of your marriage and why you are here today." He reminded. "It will take trust to know that in your hearts, you truly want what is best for each other. It will take dedication, to stay open to one another – and to learn and grow together."
The man felt... sensed, these two knew of what he spoke more than anyone. "It will take faith to go forward together, without knowing exactly what the future brings. And it will take commitment, to hold true to the journey you both have pledged today." the man smiled at the bride and groom, and the gathered guests. "By the authority vested in me, from the District of Columbia, it is my honor to now pronounce you husband and wife. Raymond, you may kiss your bride."
Red had waited for this moment all day. This one single moment where he bound Lizzy to him for eternity.
Fingering the delicate edge of the wispy veil, Red slowly lifted it overhead, revealing Lizzy's brightened cheeks and eyes.
Allowing the light fabric to fall along her back, Red leaned gently placing his mouth to hers... mindless to the loud applause and raucous whistles Silas and Joe blew as those gathered shared in his and Lizzy's happiness.
Stepping into the woman's sphere, Red wrapped his arm about her waist, drawing her closer still.
The cheers of congratulations grew in volume until Liz broke the kiss, her mouth curving into a soft, contended smile.
Drawing back, Red's gaze searched the beauty before him, offering a slow smile in return. The woman leaned, placing her cheek to his. The feel of the warm flesh delighting the man.
"Let's party..." she whispered, her nose scrunching adorably.
Which is exactly what they did.
If there was one thing Red could do, and do well... it was throw a party. Especially one celebrating such a momentous point in his life.
The lavish affair replete with fine dining, fountains of champagne and frivolity put the Romans to shame.
Whether of not a few orgies ensued, Red could not have said... and he cared less. He wanted the whole world to be as exhilarated as he felt. If it took a few orgies to achieve that goal... so be it.
Before long, Red whisked his bride away for a romantic honeymoon to a private island where they continued the celebration, consummating their marriage under the hazy glow of a full moon.
They spent the following days discussing inconsequential things, laughing, and mastering the art of making love in a hammock.
One sultry day, Lizzy presented him with one of many honeymoon gifts she'd purchased... a little slip of a thing that barely concealed her gorgeous body to his heated gaze; he returned the favor later that same day.
Lizzy could barely contain her excitement when Red handed her a large, square box. Hurriedly pulling at the decorative bow, the woman came face to face with an old, worn photo album.
She lifted a blank stare. Red encouraged her to open it.
Easing the cover over, she frowned curiously, suddenly staring at the faces of unknown individuals. She lifted trusting, but puzzled, eyes.
"This," he tapped one picture in particular, "... is your father."
Lifting shaking fingers to her mouth, Liz leaned, starting intently at the handsome, masculine features of the image.
Hefting the large album from the box, Red revealed another beneath.
"There are more waiting for you at home," Red said, "but I thought these were a good start."
Catching the corner with his finger, he waited for Lizzy to settle before opening the cover.
She stared eagerly at the photo Red pointed out... where she was greeted by the sight of her father and a redheaded woman in a relaxed pose at what appeared to be a picnic; a younger version of Red's ex-wife was in the background, lifting food from a basket.
"This is Declan," Red spoke slowly, "...and your mother, Katarina."
Liz's eyes widened all the more before hastily looking back at the photograph in awe. Tracing their images with her fingertips, Liz blinked furiously at the gathering wetness in her eyes, unable to contain her emotional state any longer.
Seeing a reflection of herself in the faces... her heart broke, releasing a tidal wave of tears that fell in a cascade to the clear shield protecting the image.
She had her mother's eyes, her father's coloring, her mother's chin, her father's nose... her hair was even the same long, flowing length as her mother's.
He had made his new bride weep, and it hadn't been a week into their marriage, but Red knew these were happy, joyful tears... so these, he could stomach.
Pulling Lizzy into his arms, Red rested his cheek on that dark hair, allowing the woman her grief and happiness for some long moments until her curiosity returned in full force.
Grabbing the books, they retired to the couch where Lizzy scoured the faces of her family, eagerly digesting all the stories behind the pictures.
She was introduced to her grandparents. There was Red and her father, fresh out of boot camp, then later in full dress uniform in front of the USS Carl Vinson. So many candid shots of her parents made her head spin; there was so much to take in, so many wondrous memories Red shared.
Later that night, Lizzy made sweet love to him in ways he never expected. Not that he was complaining in the least, he only wondered... what had brought on the amazing change?
Had the simple act of giving her those photos allowed the woman to find a piece of herself that had been missing?
Whatever the reason, the woman had been more sultry, more provocative, less inhibited... giving freely of her emotions as if a wall had dropped between them.
Red had been unaware of any such division, nor did he believe Lizzy had purposely held back on her emotions.
But something tangible had passed between them and that something had touched him as nothing else... ever.
He had doubted his decision to open Pandora's photo album, but in the end, the man had never been so appreciative, so grateful, nor so touched emotionally.
Besides pursing Elizabeth, sharing those photos had been the best decision of his life.
While they were not gifted with a honeymoon 'stowaway' in the form of a child, as Maria and Antonio hoped; It pleased Red beyond imagination they had such a wonderful and loving coming together as husband and wife.
He and Lizzy experienced and created so many wonderful memories, Red felt blessed each time his mind would drift over the images in intricate detail.
Elizabeth's life had been one conspiracy after another since her birth, and while they had not uncovered all the mysteries as yet... Red was making tremendous headway in bringing the Blacklist to a close.
Not that Elizabeth seemed to care at this point. Two years had passed since the fateful night Lizzy killed Tom, but finding answers was no longer a driving force in her life.
When they uncovered a truth, they would often celebrate the occasion by enjoying a romantic dinner or even an exotic getaway for two as a reward... a treat to themselves.
Otherwise, Red simply enjoyed married life with Lizzy.
Throughout their first year of marriage, he secretly longed for the day Lizzy would gift him with the news they were expecting a child.
Nine weeks almost to the day of their first anniversary, that blessed event finally arrived.
The time since seemed to blur past at rapid speed. The days had passed in a succession of preparing for the baby and praying for its safe delivery.
A soft mewl broke Red's concentration, drawing his attention towards his wife...and the newest addition to their family.
Red quietly sat the tray Nora had prepared aside, rushing over to peer down into the small bassinet beside Lizzy.
Clicking his tongue quietly so as not to disturb his sleeping wife, Red bent, retrieving the tiny infant from her nest.
Like her mother, Agnes loved her feather soft blanket and cuddle buddy. Which, in her case, was a large, plush elephant her Uncle Francis gifted.
"Tell daddy what's wrong, my little sweetpea?" Red whispered, kissing the fragrant sweet cheeks lovingly.
The baby snuffled, her whimpering falling away. Beaming happily, Red nuzzled the sweet smelling bundle, whispering words of love and comfort to his daughter.
"Don't you worry one little bit..." he smiled, "daddy's here."
His eyes softened as the infant luxuriously stretched her tiny limbs before curling back against his chest.
"You rest," he murmured softly, "and when you wake up, your papa and nana," he whispered, enjoying the little grin the words seemed to evoke, "and Uncle Francis will be here."
Red chuckled when the baby suddenly mewled grumpily.
"Uncle Francis isn't so bad," he enjoyed the small joke.
"...Red?" Lizzy stirred groggily, her eyes heavy from her nap. She searched frantically about, an anxiousness overtaking her.
"Agnes is fine, sweetheart." Red soothed. "We are gearing up for visitors... especially Francis."
Smiling sleepily, Lizzy gazed adoringly at her husband and precious daughter.
Sitting on the bedside, Red situated the blankets, his attention focused. "And you? Are you all right?"
Resting back into her pillow, Liz nodded, her eyes twinkling their amusement. "I'm fine..." She reached stroking the man's arm, "but then, you knew that."
Red would have demanded no less.
Liz knew Red was excited about the baby's arrival, and eager to start the new chapter in their lives, but she had been unprepared for how hands on he would be.
Aside from small errands and meetings with Harold, Red had been within reach since Agnes' arrival.
Within days, Red had quickly adapted to both their needs with adept eagerness.
Just as Agnes would stir for an early morning feeding, Red would arrive, warmed bottle in hand before Liz had even fully opened her eyes. As she breast fed Agnes during the day, Red would appear with nourishment for her new and gnawing hunger.
The man even happily took to addressing diaper duty and laundry without batting an eye or complaint.
Red had been incredible these past few weeks. Perhaps a little overbearing about her needing to rest and recuperate, but the results couldn't be denied.
Liz was well rested, healthy and healed from the birth of baby Agnes.
"Dr. Bryan was very pleased with my progress." She said, relating the news. "Said I healed faster than anticipated." She arched a teasing brow. "I told him it was probably because, you wouldn't let me lift a finger."
Looking between his wife and daughter, Red's heart fluttered erratically. "You had more important things to address."
"Which were?" Liz was genuinely curious.
"Getting to know her..." he murmured, tucking the soft blanket around Agnes.
Liz's eyes softened on her baby, a sense of contentment and accomplishment flooding her heart. Leaning, she kissed the soft down of Agnes' hair, inhaling the delicate scent.
"Perhaps when our guests depart this evening," Liz's tone lowered, "I could become reacquainted with her father?" She hinted to another aspect of her doctor's visit.
Understanding the implication, Red slowly lifted suddenly darkened eyes. Leaning slowly, he placed a lingering kiss on the woman's mouth.
"I would enjoy that," Red said, his voice rough, "... very much."
Releasing the breath she'd been holding, Liz relaxed. She had been a little worried Red would look at her differently now, after witnessing her deliver Agnes.
However, his husky tone and the way he'd just looked her over with masculine appreciation dispelled that concern quickly enough.
Clearing his throat, Red controlled the amorous stirring in his groin... for now.
"Rest," Red encouraged his wife. His eye ticked, his tone maybe a little too rough.
Chuckling quietly, Liz snuggled back into her blankets. "Are you sure?"
Red shifted his eyes to the bundle in his arms, nodding. "... We're doing just fine, aren't we, cupcake." He nuzzled the baby.
Trusting the man's word, Liz sighed her contentment. "Maybe... just a little longer..."
"Take all the time you need, baby." Red murmured softly, kissing Lizzy's temple.
One on one time with his newest reason for living, suited him just fine.
Cuddling the bundle to his chest, Red retreated to the rocking chair. Finding a decent rhythm, he rocked his daughter as he rubbed little circles along her back.
Red had no words to describe how he felt.
For once in his life, he would have sworn on a bible, no less, God had washed his hands of the likes of Raymond Reddington.
Now, it appeared he earned a little redemption, but also the most precious awards a man could receive. One which was presently sleeping peacefully in his arms.
Rocking the baby, Red stared adoringly down at the angelic little face and her tiny hands and toes. He felt a surge of contentment and love.
The man sought out his slumbering wife, his expression softening ten-fold.
Nothing could make this moment more precious or memorable...
The soft buzz of his phone vibrating broke the serene silence. Red fished in his pocket, retrieving the nuisance, hastily hushing a disgruntled baby.
"Probably just Uncle Francis again..." he whispered, flipping the phone open. "...Yes?"
Red smiled when the pacifier in Agnes' mouth bobbed merrily with her suckling motion.
"Is this uhm," a woman's voice wavered, "... Raymond Reddington?"
Scowling, Red checked the unfamiliar number displayed on his screen. "It is, yes." he replied. "Who is this?" His tone hardened somewhat. "How did you get this number?"
"Uhm," the woman cleared her throat nervously, "D-Director Cooper said I should call this number..." she trailed away.
Scowling, Red wondered why Cooper would do such a thing. Sure, the woman was probably a file clerk or something, but still... the man should have consulted him.
Red frowned slightly as the silence stretched. "Is there something I can do for you?"
"I'm..." the woman exhaled shakily, "... your daughter."
Red's breath caught in his throat, his heart ceasing mid-beat.
Glancing down, his mind went stagnant as he stared at his infant daughter suckling happily away at her pacifier... while listening to his grown daughter breath anxiously into the phone pressed hard against his ear.
"... Jennifer."
Finis