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

Packing.

Maggie.

"... 8, 9, 10, 11, 12 pairs of shoes" I gave Don a little look, then turned on my heels, and began pointing at my shoe rack, I quietly counted them one by one and when I got near the end I counted aloud "... 8, 9, 10, 11, 12, 13, 14"

"See? I'm don't have more shoes than you do" he said resuming the clean up of his side of the closet.

"Yeah, barely, and you bought me those two last ones on purpose yesterday" I walked around him and resumed cleaning my side as well.

"I had to buy them to you, you bought me a new suit"

"I bought you a suit because I love you, not because I wanted you to buy me something in return"

"You just want to get rid of me and get me back to work"

"Yeah, that too" I joked. I didn't looked at him when he walked to me and moved his hand quickly to my ribs to playfully squeeze them, I chuckled and buckled in my spot as he walked past me and into our bedroom.

I did saw him place his hands in his hips as he looked down at Alma in her little rocker.

"And you? Do you want me out of the house as well?"

Alma had grown so much in the time that it took us to buy the new house, sell this one, pack, have everything ready, unpack at the new place. Today we were taking the last remaining things of this house, like our clothes, various knick knacks, some books, some of my office things, and the last bit of kitchen utensils we'd left to cook here whilst we were still living here.

I couldn't believe she was a month old already. One day like today, on June 2nd she'd been born, and it had changed our lives forever. I knew it would change me, I was expecting the change, but Donald... He had become the best version of himself I'd seen thus far, he was just... The greatest father I'd seen.

I saw him get on his knees in front of Alma's rocker and playfully bounced the toys she had over her head, she looked up at them with the only thing she'd gotten from me, my eyes, and her lips formed into the cutest smile I'd seen, she bounced her legs up and down as the toys made noise, I heard Don chuckle and stand up.

"I'm going to get the luggage bags from the other room, I'll be right back"

I nodded as I took the remaining clothes from my rack and hauled them outside just in time for Don to get the luggage and open it for me, I dumped the clothes carelessly and got back in the closet.

"If you don't lay them neatly, you're not going to fit any more"

"I don't care if they fit neatly I'm going to get them out in an hour"

"That's not the point" I leaned out of the closet to look at him "the point is, you're not going to fit more clothes and we'll have to get another bag" he motioned at the mess of clothes above the open luggage. I looked at him again and shrugged one shoulder.

"We'll get another one" I resolved, then took another stash of clothes in my arms, walked to the luggage and dumped it all on the other pile, when he saw me do that he gave me a look as if he could kill me. "It all fits in there"

"It doesn't" he fought back

"Yeah it does, wanna bet?"

Don instantly extended his hand to me, he would take me on bets about anything.