AN: Set one week later

As it turned out, the FBI had located the mother of the baby within five days. When Liz had handed the baby over to the agent at her doorstep, she had only waited as long as it took to shut the door before breaking down in tears. Red knew he couldn't say anything to comfort her, so he'd just held her and took care of her as best he could. He'd repeatedly warned her not to get too attached to the baby during those precious few days, but he'd known his words had fallen on deaf ears. She had become attached, and it made giving her back that much harder.

Two days later, Red found her in her bedroom slowly packing away all the baby supplies into a cardboard box with the TV quietly playing in the background. He approached her and wrapped his arms around her from behind, then kissed her neck and said quietly with his lips against her skin, "Need any help?"

She hugged his arms to her middle and leaned into him as she shook her head. "I'm almost finished. I think it's time to give it all to Goodwill." She sniffed, but didn't let out the tears that threatened to fall. He pulled her impossibly closer and moved one of his hands under her shirt to lightly caress her stomach. "Lizzie..." He trailed off, not sure how to continue.

She turned in his arms and looked at him with raised eyebrows. He avoided making eye contact with her and tried to pull her close to him again so he didn't have to look her in the eye. She put her hands on his chest and resisted, then ran her fingers down his stubbly jaw (they'd been out all day chasing after a blacklister and had only been home for a short while; not long enough for him to shower and change). "Red?"

He cleared his throat and glanced at her eyes before looking away again. "Nevermind, sweetheart, I'm going to go shower."

He tried to move away, but she grabbed onto the lapels of his suit coat to keep him from leaving. "No, what were you going to say?"

Red sighed, already regretting what he was going to say before even saying it. They were close to finishing his list, and they had previously discussed about what they were going to do once it was finished. She had told him that she wanted to be where ever he was, and it didn't matter if she had to go on the run with him. The only thing she cared about was being with him. He loved her even more so because of her willingness to drop everything and leave.

He knew the FBI's immunity agreement was tentative at best, and he didn't know if they would uphold it, so he was prepared for every scenario. Except the one he was about to talk to her about.

He pinched the bridge of his nose briefly, then looked at her intently. "How would you feel about either trying for our own baby, or potentially adopting one?" He blurted out before he could change his mind.

Her eyes widened in surprised as she stared at him slack-jawed for what seemed like hours. Eventually she blinked, then smiled at him and wrapped her arms around his waist under his suit coat. She put her face in his neck and sighed. "Red, as much as I lov—appreciate you for the offer, and as much as I want a baby, I don't think that will fit into our future plans. It would be selfish, especially since we plan on leaving the country once your list is finished."

He slid his hands over her back and breathed an internal sigh of relief. A baby would complicate things greatly. "I agree, Lizzie, but I wanted you to know that you have options. I would never deny you the chance to be a mother."

She nodded, "I know that, but I've come to accept the fact that I won't ever be. I've come to terms with it." She began to tug his white dress shirt out of his pants in the back. Once she managed to free it, she ran her hands under the shirt and over his back, tracing her fingers over his scars. She had found out about them long ago, and had eventually come to terms with how he'd acquired them; and he was no longer self-conscious about her seeing or touching them. "Thank you, Red," she whispered as she leaned into him further.

He kissed her hair and slowly moved the pads of his fingers up and down her back. They were both exhausted, and he felt his eyelids grow heavy as she continued to move her fingers over his skin. As the room became quieter he heard something about meteor showers on the TV in front of him. He looked up to see the host of the 10:00 news talking about how there was a meteor shower that could be seen at that very moment, and it wasn't going to last much longer. That's all he needed to hear.

He pulled away from Liz, much to her chagrin, and hurriedly slid his suit coat off and threw it on the bed then loosened his tie.

"Red, what-"

He grabbed her hand and pulled her towards the doorway. "I want you to see something."

"I'm not really-"

"Humor me, sweetheart." She sighed, but didn't comment further as he tugged her towards the backyard, only stopping to dig a blanket out of the hallway closet.

He led her outside, then closed the sliding glass door behind him and propelled her forward until she stopped at the railing of the wood deck. Liz crossed her arms over her chest and shivered, it was freezing; she only wore a thin white shirt that she had worn under her work blouse, and a pair of shorts she had thrown on. He slipped the blanket over her shoulders and pulled her close.

She looked at him beside her. "Sooo, what are we doing out here?"

He smiled and pointed upwards. She sighed, "I'm not in the mood to stargaze, Red." But she decided to humor him anyway and looked up, then gasped. The sky was lit up with streaks of light that seemed to go on forever.

She looked at him and smiled. "You could have just told me."

He laughed quietly. "I wanted to see the look on your face when you saw the meteor shower. You didn't disappoint."

She rolled her eyes and looked upwards again, enthralled with the view. He watched her instead, and knew now was the best time to tell her that he loved her; how could he possibly be interrupted now? He moved behind her and wrapped his arms around her body over the blanket. He nuzzled his nose in her hair and began to whisper words she couldn't understand. "Hmm, Lizzie, Táim i ngrá leat." She tried to turn and look at him, but he didn't allow her to as he continued, "Je t'aime."

"Red, what are you saying?" She said as she looked up at the sky again.

He smiled into her hair, but didn't answer her. "'Rwy'n dy garu di," he whispered as he kissed the spot in the front of her ear and tried not to laugh at the look of consternation on her face.

"Ti amo, sweetheart," he pushed her a little into the railing as he moved closer to her.

She turned in his arms to look at him, and he allowed it this time. "That sounds familiar."

He smiled softly and spoke again, "Te quiero."

Her eyes filled with tears as she finally comprehended what he had been trying to tell her. He leaned forward and brushed his lips over hers, then pulled back and framed her face with his hands. "I love you. I've loved you for so long that I hardly remember a time when I didn't."

She tried to blink back her tears as she grabbed hold of his wrists and moved her thumbs over his skin. "I love you too, Red. Its been a long time for me too."

He briefly lamented at all the time they had wasted already, but quickly pushed that thought away and pressed his lips to hers. The kiss was soft, almost reverent, as they both poured their true feelings into the kiss. They would have plenty of time for passion and raw emotion later.

Moments later, he pulled away and pulled her close again. She sighed contentedly and finally felt at home in the arms of her criminal. She didn't know what was to come for them, but they had each other and that's all that mattered to her.

She loved him and he loved her. Whatever they faced in the future, they would face it together.

AN: Whew, now that was so fluffy. I think I may need to pour some salt in my mouth to balance out the sweet. ;)..Thanks so much for all the reviews, I truly do appreciate them. Thanks for reading, and I would love to hear what you think! Have a wonderful day. :)