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With a sigh of frustration, Elizabeth tossed the spatula on the counter and slid to the floor after making sure the oven was off. She had tried to make her first meal- chicken, something Will loved but it got burned. She also burned Will's favorite cookies as well; not by much but there were little spots on them. But she saved them because despite the burnt spots, they looked yummy. She sniffled, wiping away her tears of irritation. She couldn't cook; there was no doubt about that and since she lived as a rich girl, there was always cooks and maids to aid her in something. And she was afraid to ask Will how to cook.

She knew how to clean, but to cook? No. She had confronted Will when they first got married that she knew nothing of being a wife, include cleaning. But he said he didn't care and was glad to help her. Though that was merely a month ago, Elizabeth was afraid to ask Will to teach her how to cook. Will worked enough at the smithy from dawn to one in the early afternoon and thought that asking him to teach her was too much.

Was it too much to ask to be taught how to cook? Elizabeth didn't know but she wasn't going to ask Will.

Not the slightest.

Elizabeth rubbed away her tears and sighed. "Elizabeth?" Her head shot up at Will's voice and grew confused. It was ten. "Love?" Will peered into the kitchen and was surprised to see his wife on the floor of the kitchen, tear stained and instantly went to her side, knelling beside her and took her hand, caressing her knuckles. "Oh, Elizabeth." Will leaned, kissing her head. "Love, what's wrong?"

"What are you doing home so early?" Elizabeth asked, eyebrows furrowed in bewilderment.

"I barely had orders to do," Will replied, gripping her upper arms firmly, yet gently. "So I thought of surprising you. My love, what's wrong?"

"Nothing," Elizabeth said instantly, trying to push back the tears that threatened to burst at thinking of telling Will she failed at cooking. What would he think of her then? That she couldn't even cook a piece of chicken?

"Love, you are sitting on the kitchen floor and your face looks as if you've been crying. Something must be wrong." When she didn't answer Will lifted her onto his lap and placed his chin on her shoulder, wrapping his arms around her waist. "You don't have to tell me if you don't want to. I'm concerned whenever I see you cry, Elizabeth; I love you so much, darling."

"I love you too." Elizabeth leaned her side against Will's chest, placing her head against his shoulder, finding comfort at how he held her. "I tried to cook chicken."

"Oh?" Will questioned as he brushed his fingers against her back. "And how did it go?" Elizabeth grew tense and he understood. "It's alright, love. You burned chicken; it's nothing bad."

"You don't think ill of me?"

"Think ill of you?" Will asked, surprise very well evident in his tone. "Darling, I couldn't think ill of you for burning chicken. You tried- that's what matters."

"But I can't co-"

"You can't cook," Will interrupted her. "And that doesn't change the way I feel about you love. If you want me to teach you how to cook, I will be more than happy to."

Elizabeth tilted her head, looking at Will inquisitively. "You would?"

"Of course!"

Elizabeth laughed softly, placing her hand at the back of Will's neck, toying with the exposed skin and secretly smiled when she felt him shiver under her touch. "I'm sorry I doubted you," she said softly. "I-I just thought you would be angry if I asked you to teach me."

"Whatever possessed you to think that?" Will asked, yet had somewhat jest in his voice. She giggled and Will kissed the tip of her nose, but she spoke.

"You work so hard with the smithy, getting up early dawn and then leaving at one," Elizabeth said. "I didn't think you'd want to waste your time teaching me how to cook."

"Oh love." Will chuckled. "Of course not; I wouldn't mind at all. There's no one more important than you."

"And you as well," Elizabeth replied, wrapping her arms around his neck. It was a moment before anything was said, Elizabeth simply snuggled against Will's chest, enjoying the caresses. "I made your favorite cookies." Will looked at her, a smile making way to his lips.

"How thoughtful of you, Mrs. Turner."

"It's the least I could do after the things you do for me," Elizabeth smiled, then chuckled sheepishly. "But there are some burnt spots on it."

"I hope you didn't burnt your fingers," Will teased her. Elizabeth pouted, but held up her left hand; some of her fingers had small red spots on them from being burnt. Will shook his head, amused, but stood up and picked Elizabeth up, earning a squeal from her and carry her to their bedroom. Setting her gently on the edge of it, Will went to the washroom and got a wet cloth.

Will appeared moments later in the bedroom and knelled beside Elizabeth, taking her burnt hand and gently dabbed it with the cloth. "You need to be more careful," Will told her, rubbing his index finger over her knuckles.

"How can I when you're on my mind?" Elizabeth smiled.

Will gazed her briefly and chuckled. "Surely my affections don't leave you distracted for the rest of the day."

"Oh, they do," Elizabeth assured. "They do, Mr. Turner, especially from last night's actions." Will flushed deeply as recalling last night. Indeed a night of romance it was. "And your morning kiss as well…hm, I didn't think that a kiss like that could make me that moist."

"Elizabeth!"

She smirked. "Are you embarrassed that you make your wife eager, Mr. Turner?" Elizabeth purred, rubbing her fingers down and up his arm, her finger tips lightly brushing against his clothed skin. "You make me rather eager, darling, and send me into excited fits."

"Oh?" Will questioned, raising an eyebrow. "And what are these excited fits?"

"I think you know."

Will leaned forward, the cloth long forgotten on his lap as his lips pressed softly against hers. Elizabeth sighed against his lips and leaned back, tugging Will with her. Will eagerly crawled to her side, hovering over her as he kissed her softly, his lips barely grazing against hers.

"Elizabeth," Will whispered.

"Oh, Will…"

Will pepped kisses along her lips, trailing to her ear and nipped her earlobe. Elizabeth moaned softly, gripping the collar of Will's shirt. Her earlobe was one of her sensitive spots and so, it always made her wiggle and groan when Will would nip her ear. Elizabeth gasped when Will ran his teeth over her earlobe and gripped the back of his head, tilting her head back.

Will smirked, pressing his face in her neck. "My, my, someone is sensitive."

"I can't help it," Elizabeth murmured. Will leaned, pressing a kiss to her head.

"Nor can I, love. I love making you moan like that."

Elizabeth wrapped her arms around his neck and kissed his lips softly. "Do you want anything to eat?"

"I can make us lunch."

"Are you sure?"

"I'm sure, love," Will chuckled.

Elizabeth shook her head. "I can make us a sandwich if you want. Or-"

"Elizabeth," Will pressed a finger to her lips, smiling and chuckling. "I'll make us something."

Elizabeth smiled and nodded, not wanting to object to such an offer.

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