Here we are guys, the last chapter.
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The snow was falling silently on the graveyard. A lonely silhouette was walking between the graves, clad in a long wooly back coat, its arms closed around its shivering form. It stopped in front of a grey headstone and brushed the snow toping it with gloved fingers.
"Hi dad," Liz said looking down at the inscription; she smiled sadly. "I know what you would have said 'Lizzie, what the hell are you doing out in this weather?!' but I'm here because it's important." She took a deep frozen breath. "I'm pregnant, dad."
They had made a mistake that first night she came back to Red's bed. Caught in the moment they had forgotten to use protection and she had discovered her pregnancy two months later. She had lived between Jen's and Red's for a time after leaving the house she had shared with Tom, but as soon as she had told Red about the little being growing in her, he had insisted she moved in with him. She had agreed, it had been a matter of time anyway; she already spent most of her time there.
"I'm sure you're dying to know who the father is," she laughed lightly at her own joke. "It's Raymond," she added, her hand resting on the headstone.
Living with the great Raymond Reddington hadn't been easy. Of course the press had jumped on the scoop and her life had been hell for a while, until the escapades of another rock star took her place on the front page of the tabloid.
"I know you would have wished someone else for me, someone younger, but I love him. He's the only man I've ever loved and Jen is ok with it. I hope I'm not disappointing you too much,"
Jennifer had been weirdly calm when they told her. They were prepared for everything except her "wow, you're trying to break the world record of the biggest gap between siblings?" and Red had had to point out that she would only be its half-sister and that he hoped the baby wouldn't inherit her sarcasm and irony. Jen had slapped him on the arm and hugged Liz warmly. She seemed to have made her peace with their relationship and was happy to see another one shoulder the burden of being the youngest Reddington. They suspected Jen's mild reaction had something to do with the relationship with Agent Dembe Zuma she desperately tried to keep secret.
"I'm happy, dad, and nothing else matter. I hope you understand."
Ressler of course had been his insufferable self. He hadn't actually said 'I knew it' out loud but it hadn't been necessary. Where her colleagues tried to weasel gossip from her, he had stayed in the background smiling knowingly. But at the end of the day, her partner seemed to be happy for her.
She startled when two strong arms closed around her, gloved hands spread on her rounded belly.
"Hey Sam!" Raymond said before kissing Liz lightly on the side of her head.
She was already six months pregnant. Since she told him about the baby, Red never left her side for too long. He had tried to convince her to ask her boss for a transfer, to come to work at his office so they wouldn't have to be separated, but she had refused. She loved her job and didn't want to be associated with Raymond Reddington's name at the Bureau, even if it already was too late for that.
"It's a little guy Sam," he said proudly. "Did you already tell him the name, sweetheart?"
"No I didn't. I was waiting for you," she replied linking her fingers with his on her belly.
They hadn't fight over the name, as soon as the doctor had told them it was a boy, it had been evident. They hadn't talked about marriage yet, it was too soon, but Liz wanted their baby to have Red's name no matter what.
"Samuel Reddington."