𝐖𝐚𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐝 ➳ 𝐑𝐚𝐧𝐬𝐨𝐦 𝐃𝐫𝐲𝐬𝐝𝐚𝐥𝐞

𝟏𝟎. 𝐖𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐈𝐬 𝐇𝐞 𝐃𝐨𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐓𝐨 𝐌𝐞?

I keep holding Ransom close to me, and feel his hands softly caressing my back. See? He can be soft. "Not that I'm complaining, but... Why?" he asks, clearly asking me why I'm hugging him right now. I let out a silent sigh, let go of him, back off a little and place both my hands on his cheeks. "Because you don't deserve to be treated like that, Ransom. No one does, especially you. Don't ever let them get into your head because you, Hugh Ransom Drysdale, are the fucking best. Don't let anyone tell you otherwise, ever. And if they do, don't listen" I exclaim, making him look right at me.

He's breathing a little faster than before, so after looking at me in silence for a few seconds, he pulls me back into the hug we were in before. I close my eyes, and wrap my arms around him again. "Thank you..." he whispers in my ear, making me smile. "I mean it, okay? Remember that" I reply, and I can feel him smiling against my neck. After a little while longer, I slowly let go again.

"Hey, are you hungry? How about I cook us that dinner now? You can help, if you want to?" I ask, gently taking his hand with both my hands now. "Yeah, but uh... I don't think that's the best idea. I'd burn it, seriously" he replies, making me smile again. "You won't! I can teach you, come on, it'll be fun" I giggle, taking him with me. "Um... I-I'm gonna ruin it, so..." he chuckles, but I shake my head. I tell him that we can do it together, so after getting him to do it, we made a delicious pesto together.

He told me that he liked learning it, and that he's gonna practice at home so he can make me some pesto one day, which made me smile. He's the cutest, I'm really glad I met him. After finishing the rest of the dish while Ransom mostly watched me do it when he wasn't looking at the pesto ingredients like he was studying them, we sit down at the table which he set for us.

We talk about how lovely the wedding was for a while, until he starts asking me some things. "So uh, I just need to know this; how did you learn to cook like this? With such, uh... Passion and patience?" he asks, making me smile. "My um... My grandma taught me. Baking, cooking, all of it" I reply with a soft smile, starting to feel a little bit of sadness coming up. God, I miss my grandma. I wish I could talk to her about Ransom, she'd absolutely adore him.

"Your grandma, is that the lady you were talking to at the wedding? She seemed nice" he adds, so I nod my head as I take a bite of my food. "Yup, that was her!" I giggle, making him smile. "So you guys have a strong bond then, right? Do you see her a lot?" Ransom asks again, while I let out a silent sigh before answering his question. "I used to! She was my favorite person in the family, but um... She, uh..." I try to reply, trying my best not to tear up right now.

"I'm sorry, I'm sorry" he quickly says, dropping his fork and taking both of my hands in his on the table as he looks right into my eyes with a little frown. He's looking at me like he actually cares, like he actually feels bad for me. "Thank you, it's okay" I sigh, followed by a deep breath. He keeps holding my hand through the whole dinner, while we talk about some random stuff. He's really sweet, such a caring guy if you really know him.

After dinner, Ransom and I make our way to the kitchen again, to do the dishes. He told me that he wanted to help me with them, so I give him a towel and start washing the dishes. He asks me some things about my family, like he wants to know more about me. I tell him about my parents and my younger brother, and about where I grew up. He I think he's really trying to get to know me, and to be honest, it makes me feel warm inside.

Once we finish our dishes, we make our way to the living room and watch a movie there. Well, we tried to watch a movie, but we ended up talking though the whole thing. When it's 1am, Ransom really has to get going. I hand over his coat, and walk him to the door for now. Crazy, but I'll miss him in the meantime.

"Thanks for having me, and thanks for dinner. I had a good time with you, thank you for that" he nervously says, putting his hands in his pockets and looking at his feet. "I did too, so thank you for being here. And thank you for the coffee!" I giggle, making him look up. "Ofcourse, thank for uh... For coming with me, in the first place. So uh, I'll see you in Wednesday then?" he asks, which makes me smile.

"Right, yes! Wanna come over at 6pm? We could look into some recipes, do some groceries, things like that" I suggest, while he smiles back at me. "Yeah, I'll be there" he kindly replies, so I nod my head. I place my hand on his cheek, stand on my tippy toes and kiss his other cheek. "Goodnight, handsome" I add, while he just looks at me like he's either gonna cry, or smile brighter than ever.

"You too, little princess" he replies, giving me the softest puppy look I have ever seen. I scrunch my nose ip for a second, and let him out the door. I watch him drive off in his Beemer, so after waving goodbye, I close the door and stare at it for a few seconds. "My God..." I whisper to myself, biting my lower lip with a smile. This man, what is he doing to me?

I turn around to walk back to the living room, but instead of doing that, I lean my back against the door. I keep staring, while I think about Ransom's beautiful eyes. I drowned in them at the wedding, but I drowned in them again today. His smile makes me melt, I really love seeing that smile on him. I can't wait for Wednesday to come, cooking with him tonight was amazing so being able to do that every week, is gonna be a treat!

I let out a silent sigh, bite my lower lip with a smile again, and walk towards the living room. I clean everything up a little, keep thinking about today's events and get upstairs. I take a quick shower before bed, and fall asleep pretty quickly after this amazing, heart-warming day with one of my favorite people at this moment; Ransom Drysdale.

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Ransom's POV

"Okay, alright..." I sigh, looking at the 40 jars of pesto on my kitchen counter. Yes, when I got home, I immediately started on them. I wanted to try it out, you know, to make her proud of me. So, I made 40 jars of pesto, home made pesto. And guess what, I didn't entirely ruin them! Every time I finished one jar, I thought it could be better than that. That's why I made 40 jars, and that's also why it's already 9am right now.

I immediately started when I got home, which means that I haven't slept, but that's fine. I just wanted to make sure that one of these turned out well enough for her. I just really want her to like them, that's all. I know that she usually gets up early, and that she's really bad at sleeping in, so I just grab two big bags, put all of the jars in there and get outside with my keys. It's 9.15am now, so I guess she'll be up already!