The Architect. [The Blacklist. Donald Ressler X Oc]

Wifey.

Ressler.

I spent maybe an hour looking at Mags walk back and forth in the room, getting everything ready and herself ready to leave our hotel bedroom.

I was already dressed into my usual suit and jacket attire, and she'd opted for a laid back graphic shirt with some jeans and boots, she still looked bomb though. Slowly and with a lot of precision she applied the red lipstick, bold colors looked amazing on her.

She pressed her lips together to seal the lipstick and dumped the thing on her make up bag.

"Okay I'm ready" she said, giving the room a quick look to check if we were missing something. I had both her dress and my suit in their respective dry-cleaning bags, the hotel had been very caring to us and had offered the dry-cleaning of our clothes no charge.

"I like that color on you" I mentioned, she smiled as we exited the room and held hands.

"You do? Guess what it's called."

"They have names?" I asked frowning "it's just red"

"It's called wifey" I frowned even more. "And yes, all the make up products have names, like for this brand I have Wifey and Safe Word"

That got a lengthy chuckle out of me, what were those people thinking with the names? Maggie followed with a short one. Once we were out of the elevator and said our quick goodbyes and thanks to the staff of the hotel, we climbed into my car and made our way back to D.C. I was going to drop Mags home and then head to the Post Office.

"My God" she said in a sigh "I loved getting married and the party and all but I don't know if I'll do it again" she admitted

"Me neither, specially knowing what you've been through, you're lucky your boss was so laid back about missing some work days to prepare the wedding."

"That's just because I'm making him rich" she assured with a little wink.

"You should ask him for a raise"

"I don't think he's going to end up being very fond of me" she chuckled "I mean... I want to be a mom" she said slowly, checking for my reaction "soon, hopefully, maybe" her voice elevated to a high pitch at the end, making me smile.

I extended my hand to grab hers who was laying on her thigh.

"Whenever love, I'll make you a baby right now"

"Oh, no no, I'm barely on the "married" mindset, I can't be in the "pregnant" mindset that quickly. Also, imagine if I showed up at work and were like "yeah, by the way I'm already pregnant a week after my wedding". I would be fired on the spot"

We'd arrived home at this point, I parked the car in the driveway and whilst Mags and I unloaded the car we kept talking a bit more.

"Well, you being pregnant doesn't mean you can't work"

"You're right, it doesn't. But it's the things in between that could make it more difficult."

"Well" I walked behind her as she opened the door and held it open for me "if he fires you then, it's whatever. I would prefer you not working either way"