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

Alma II.

Maggie

"Instant love. Love at first sight. Labor is like going to a blind date where you meet the love of your life."

Those were things I read and didn't quite believe. Like yeah, you already love the baby that you're growing without seeing it. I'm a corny type person but everything they said about the first time you see your baby always came off as extremely corny to me and I figured that wasn't likely the case.

I was very very wrong. The first time I saw my daughter, the first time I felt her skin against mine, the first time I stopped to look at her factions, I felt my chest explode, I felt my eyes well up in tears instantly. I felt complete. I felt like this was it, this was the thing that completed me, I felt like I'd completed my purpose in life.

That was the first time I saw her, and the sentiment remained till now, now that I was looking down at her again, breathing in and out, warmed up against my chest. I couldn't take my eyes out of my perfect little baby, I was instantly obsessed with everything about her, her little nose, her lips, her shut eyes, the tiniest eyelashes I'd ever seen. I was holding her hand, her little one was clasping my thumb.

After Don had placed her over my chest and told me he was going to talk to my family and be right back, I had a reality check of sorts. I looked down, saw my girl, then instantly started crying because, there she was. I'd waited so many years and days and nights to have her, and now that I had her in my arms and could touch her skin and just look at her, it was an overwhelming sensation.

One of the nurses had caught me crying and gotten worried that there was something wrong, but I quickly rubbed my eyes and told her everything was fine.

Other nurses came to check on me and the baby in between the time Don was out.

Don. I remembered looking to the side and finding him looking at the baby with red eyes, then in another flash I remembered him holding her to his chest, quietly smiling down.

I was doing that same thing when he walked in again, cup of coffee in hand. He gave me a tired smile and waved a piece of paper in front of me.

"Got the birth certificate right here for the little cupcake" he leaned in and kissed the baby in the temple "how's my big cupcake?" He followed, leaning to me this time and kissing my forehead.

"I don't know" I said quietly "I mean I'm fine, I'm also very sore and I feel like I haven't slept in days, but..." I looked down and smiled at my baby "none of that really matters you know, because she's here"

I looked at Don, finding him smiling at me.

"How are you?" I asked him, he just shurgged his shoulder dismissingly, his hand shot up to rub my shoulders. "Are you happy at least?"

"Of course I'm happy, look at her" he said instantly "she's the best thing that's ever happened to me"

"Wow, instantly demoted" he chuckled and leaned in to kiss my forehead again. Rubbing my shoulders one more time he sat in the chair next to the bed and sighed.

"I'm going to close my eyes for a while. Wake me up if you need anything" he said, I nodded and pointed at the bags in the chair that was near the door.

"There's a neck pillow in the bag, I thought you might need it" he gave me a little smile and stood up to take it, after he secured it around his neck h e gave me one fast look.