For the next few weeks, they were so often in the post office that they barely saw their house. Olive would stay home with a nanny, Barbara, who was actually an FBI junior agent with special training for children. She would come to the office sometimes so Liz and Don could see their daughter.

Today, after Barbara and Olive went home, they remained in the little room where they have the visit, trying to run away from the hectic routine in the war room.

"She's groing up so fast" Liz clicked her tongue, clearly upset for missing so many important moments in her daughter's life. She still made a lot of effort to stay with her, but she knew that it wasn't enough.

Donald put his arm around his wife, pulling her closer, also upset. He dreaded the idea of being one of those dads that barely spend time with their daughters, and who they usually fear and know only as "Father!" Olive calls him daddy, and he wants to keep this. He remembers some of the stories Liz told him about her relationship with Sam, and that's the relationship he wants to have with Liv. This, combined with all the knowledge of moral and rightfulness that he had from his father, in the brief time they lived together. More and more Donald missed him, he would have been a great grandfather. Now, all their daughter had as a grandpa was Raymond Reddington.

"We should have another baby," he blurts out, and a milissecond later realises that it was a wild idea. Not so bad, nevertheless.

"What?" she pulls away to face him.

"When all this is over. We should have another baby. Liv is growing up so fast and it would be good for her to have a sibling. Besides, we could step out of the task force when the baby is born, and spend time with them both, time we're not spending now. What do you think?"

He saw light coming out of Liz's eyes, a light that he loved so much. She opened a smile, clearly loving the idea.

"Are you sure?"

"I've always wanted a big family. We could adopt, if you want. I know it's something you've always wanted to do"

She suddently grabs his head between her palms and gives him a passionate kiss. He's taken by surprise, but then adjusts and puts his hands on her back. The kiss is mixed with laughing and tears.

"Yes! I want that! So much! Oh, God! I love you, Donald!"

"I love you too"

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The day went by so quickly inside that darkened windowless room that they were all surprised when Aram announced it was 8 o'clock. It had been a very unproductive day, and Cooper called it as soon as the tired grunts and groans finished.

"Let's all go home, folks. We need time to rest and think otherwise we'll get nowhere. Have a good night" and the man went back to his office. He knew everyone was stil wondering if he was sleeping in there. In fact, he was. He looked at some apartments, but they were all wrong. None of them included Charlene.

"He's considering giving her another chance." Aram whispered as they all observed their director going up the stairs. "He's been so miserable, and we stay late and talk sometimes. I told him that sometimes it's important to give it another chance. Mistakes happen" his eyes crossed the room to find Samar's. They all knew what they were talking about. The night she and Donald had didn't even cross their minds anymore.

"Excuse me," one of the security guards that stayed outside interrupted their thoughts, " I got a package for agent...umm... Ressler?" He read in the envelope tag.

Donald immediately stood up from the chair he was sitting by Aram's desk, sticking out his hand for the package.

"That's me. I wasn't expecting anything, though," he looked at the large brown envelope surprised, and was about to get the package from the guard's hands when Liz stopped him.

"Oh, wait! I was. I guess it's for me," she said, casually, causing everyone in the room to frown confused, specially her husband.

She took the envelope from the guard, signed the paper and thanked him before he left, and then turned around to find her friends waiting for an explanation.

"Well, I didn't say anything because it was meant to be a surprise," she reached inside the envelope and removed her new driver's license. "But, yeah, I changed my name."

Everyone smiled at the news, but no one was as surprised as Donald.

"I thought you weren't going to change," he said, reaching for her hands. She approached him to the max tolerated inside the work place, smiling at him.

"I know, but then I thought. I never had a real family name. Elizabeth Scott was a name Sam created, probably to hide me, no one could know me as Masha Rostova. Then, my marriage, well, everyone knows Keen was never a real name. I kept it exactly because of it, and wanted to make it my own, but now..." she reached for Donald's hand and squeezed it. "Now I finally have a real family, with a real name. So I decided to change it. Do you mind?" she asked him, only now thinking that she hadn't considered asking him if it was okay.

"Of course not, Liz! I'm honored." He gave her a quick kiss on the forehead, even though only their friends were now in the war room. "Thank you. I love it"

"So, are we supposed to call you both agent Ressler?' asked Aram, visibly confused. "Isn't it going to be messy?"

They all laughed. "Well, I kept the Keen too, so I suppose you can keep me calling Keen. I'm Elizabeth Ressler Keen."

"Good. Okay. So, what do you think we relax a bit over drinks?" Aram suggested, and everyone agreed to the idea. They all moved towards the elevator, but Donald held Liz's arm to keep her behind.

"I think I'll drop the Keen for now on, Mrs. Ressler." Liz laughed out loud as he whispered it in her ear, holding her close.

"I'd like that, Agent Ressler" she whispered, and then gave him a quick kiss on the lips. They looked at each other and smiled.

"Thank you, Liz. I'd never make you change your name if it wasn't something you wanted to do, but... it means a lot, thanks."

"I love you, Don, I'm yours. A name is just a name. But it's nice to have yours. It means a family, and that's what we have. What I've always wanted."

"What's in a name? that which we call a rose / By any other name would smell as sweet;" He quoted in her ear, to her surprise, as they walked together to the elevator.

"Donald Ressler quoting Shakespeare by memory? That's new."

"You think Red is the only cultured man in the group? I have my surprises."

"Well, I can't wait to find them all" she smiled as they both walked into the big yellow box.