I have so many ideas for AU Keenler fanfictions. There aren't enough on this site IMO. All of my writings are scattered, but hey ho.

This fanfic is inspired by season 3. Shameless Keenler fluff.

"How far along are you?" He enquired.

Liz's eyes widened and her head snapped up to look at Reddington. He knew. How did he know?

"Lizzie, it's not hard to notice you're expecting. Despite everything you've been through lately, you're practically glowing." The older man grinned ear-to-ear – beaming with pride. "Congratulations Lizzie." Red wrapped his arm around her, kissing her forehead softly. Liz stared at the corner of the table absentmindedly. Red knew, had anyone else noticed? She'd hoped not. "Whatever you need, I'm here. Tom Keen…"

"Tom?" Liz snapped back to reality, looking at Red slightly confused. Red's expression softened as he burst in to laughter.

"Tom isn't the father?!" Liz had never seen Red look so happy before. He squeezed the blonde tighter than he had before. Noticing he was invading her personal space, he dropped his arms and nodded. He had been so happy about who wasn't the father; he hadn't thought to ask the million-dollar question.

The blonde sighed, holding her head in her hands. It was confession time. "You were right about Tom. He represents everything I don't want in my life. I'll be forever grateful for him helping me, but I can't have a life with him. I realised that when I was exonerated." She looked at him, bracing herself for her confession. "I went to see Ressler, clear the air after everything…"

"Donald?" Red raised his brow. It made sense. He nodded.

"I'm around two months gone."

"Does Agent Ressler know you're carrying his baby?"

Liz glared at him.

"What happened, Lizzie?" He sat back on the chair opposite her, tilting his head to the side with concern.

Two months ago

"I had nowhere else to go." Liz's blue eyes looked in to his. She'd been completely separated from the life she'd known, grown accustomed to. She had learned so much about her past, yet she felt she was losing herself at the same time.

Ressler's expression was soft, without so much as a second thought he opened his arms and pulled her close. Feeling the warmth of his body against hers Liz exhaled deeply. "Hey, you've always got a place to go." He kissed the top of her head, smiling at the familiar strawberry smell of her shampoo. It might've been a different colour, but it smelled the same. "I'll get us some beers."