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If there’s one thing Agatha loves more than anything—besides herself, obviously—it’s her wife, Rio. And yeah, that means she loves everything Rio loves, too.
Which is how she’s ended up here, standing in line at a toy store, clutching a Harry Potter Diagon Alley Lego set, grumbling and muttering about how damn long this line is. But whatever—she’s not leaving until she gets this damn thing home.
If you’re wondering how Agatha ended up in this situation, it’s pretty simple. No long story, no bullshit. She was cleaning up her desk, getting ready to head home, when her phone buzzed with a notification. It was from some TikTok account Rio follows—something about LEGO bullshit Agatha couldn’t care less about.
She taps the notification, sees it’s a review of some new Harry Potter LEGO set that just dropped, and rolls her eyes. Of course. She’s already reaching to close the app—except she accidentally clicks into the comment section instead.
And right there, pinned at the top, is a comment from Rio’s TikTok account:
@rvdal: damn it looks so good, but it is pricey as fuck!
Agatha snorts, shaking her head with a half-smile. ‘Goddammit, Rio… you’re such a nerd.’
That caught Agatha’s attention. See, Rio’s the type to spoil Agatha rotten—she won’t even blink before swiping her card, no matter how many digits are on the price tag. But for herself? Oh, Rio can be stingy as hell.
Agatha stares at the comment, lips twitching. Of course, Rio wants it. Of course she won’t buy it. And of course, now Agatha’s the one standing here, debating whether she’s really about to drop a ridiculous amount of money on a LEGO set.
She sighs, already pulling up the store locator. ‘Goddammit, I guess I am.’
Agatha taps her fingernails against the desk, aimlessly watching the clock. Fifteen minutes until five—that’s how long she has to wait before she can leave.
She’s pulled out of her thoughts by a knock at the door. She sighs, already bracing herself. Whoever this is better talk fast, or she’s going to skin them alive.
As soon as the door opens, Agatha can’t help but groan.
William Kaplan, aka Billy, aka the Intern.
“Is there any reason you’re disturbing me right now, Teen?” she grits out through her teeth. Billy looks at her with wide eyes, clearly nervous, like a rabbit caught in the headlights. He shifts his weight from foot to foot, his voice shaking as he stammers, “I—I just… needed to ask you something real quick.”
She glances at the clock—12 minutes left.
Agatha nods toward him, a silent gesture for him to get on with it. But, of course, the kid completely misses it. She sighs, irritation creeping into her voice. “Well? Out with it then.”
Billy swallows hard, his eyes darting around the room before he takes a shaky breath. “I—I just wanted to ask if... if you’re still okay with me handling that thing you told me about last week?”
Agatha raises an eyebrow, her patience wearing thin. “What thing, exactly?” she asks, her voice flat but with a dangerous edge.
“The... the project with the client,” Billy stammers, clearly regretting not just getting to the point sooner.
Billy’s eyes widen, and he starts talking a mile a minute, like he’s trying to fill the silence. “So, like, the project you gave me last week, you know? The one with the client? I—I just wanted to double-check if you’re still okay with how I’ve been handling everything? I mean, I’ve been trying to make sure I’ve got all the details down, but I also know there’s this specific part where—"
Agatha’s eyebrow twitches. She leans back in her chair, crossing her arms tightly. “Teen,” she interrupts, her tone sharp enough to cut through his rambling. “Can you... can you please just get to the point before I lose my mind?”
Billy freezes, his mouth snapping shut as he realizes he’s completely lost her. His eyes go wide, and he starts fidgeting with his hands, suddenly at a complete loss for words.
Agatha just stares at him, her patience wearing thin. “Well? Are you going to stand there all day, or are you going to finish whatever it was you started?” she demands, her voice edging dangerously close to a growl.
Billy blinks a few times, clearly flustered, before taking a deep breath and forcing himself to speak. “Right, uh, sorry about that,” he stammers. “So, the client, they’ve been asking for a few adjustments to the proposal, and I—"
Agatha holds up a hand, cutting him off. “Just get to the damn point, Billy.”
He nods quickly, now clearly focused. “Right. So, they’re pushing for a faster turnaround. I’m gonna need an extension to make sure everything’s done right, but—"
Agatha’s eyes narrow, her irritation softening just enough to show she’s actually listening now. “Good. Let me know what you need, and don’t make me regret giving you this project.”
Billy nods rapidly, looking like he might bolt any second. “Right, uh, I’ll keep you updated. Thanks, Agatha.”
Agatha sighs and glances at the clock—two minutes left. She rolls her eyes, her patience officially gone. “Alright, that’s enough. Get out of here, Billy, before I lose those last two minutes of my life.”
Billy practically stumbles backward, muttering a quick “Thanks” before he bolts out the door. Agatha leans back in her chair, muttering under her breath, ‘God, what a mess…’
As the clock finally strikes 5pm, Agatha slams her laptop shut with a little more force than necessary, grabs her bag, and scrambles toward the door. Freedom is within reach.
But as she swings the door open, there, standing right in front of her, is Jennifer Kale—hand raised, about to knock.
Agatha stops dead in her tracks, eyes narrowing. “Are you serious?” she mutters, barely holding back a groan. “Of all the times, Jennifer.”
Jennifer Kale stands there with a smirk, amusement clearly dancing in her eyes. She crosses her arms and tilts her head to the side, as if she’s in no rush at all.
“Where’s the fire, Harkness?” she teases, her voice full of amusement. “A little too eager to get out of here, don’t you think?”
Agatha stares at Jennifer, her patience officially gone. “The fire? Oh, it’s up on your ass, Kale,” she snaps, her voice dripping with sarcasm. “You’re really going to hold me up right now?”
Jennifer lets out a laugh, clearly not offended in the slightest. “Damn, that’s all you got? You must be really in a hurry,” she teases, waving her hand like she’s shooing Agatha away. “Fine. I won’t keep you. Go on then, Harkness. Go on your merry way.”
Agatha, clearly done with the conversation, shoots her one last look before muttering something under her breath and heading out.
Normally, Agatha drives like she’s got all the time in the world—relaxed, maybe a little too leisurely. But right now? She’s probably passed three red lights without a second thought. Her foot’s heavy on the gas, and she’s already bracing for the inevitable speeding ticket she’s about to find in her mailbox.
he awful screech of her tires fills the air as she parks outside the toy store, she googled earlier. Her heart’s pounding in her chest like she just won some kind of race. She quickly glances at herself in the mirror, straightening any stray hairs before grabbing her bag from the passenger seat.
But as she steps out of the car and heads toward the store, her stomach drops. She can already see how crowded it is inside. Groaning, she takes a deep breath, mentally preparing herself. “Let’s do this,” she mutters under her breath as she pushes open the door.
As Agatha steps inside, she’s immediately hit with a wave of dread. The store is way bigger than it looks, and she can already feel the headache coming as she realizes just how hard it’s going to be to find that damn LEGO set.
See, there are only a handful of times Agatha’s ever walked into a toy store in her life. Two, to be exact.
The first was before Wanda’s daughter, Yelena, had her first birthday. And the second was for Wanda’s son, Tommy, on his first birthday. Any birthday after that? Simple—she’d either ask Rio to buy the gift for the kids or, more often than not, she’d just do it online.
So, yeah, walking into a toy store to hunt for a specific item? Not exactly her idea of fun.
Rio knew better than to torture her whenever it came to buying stuff for herself. Any LEGO set—or whatever else Rio was into at the time—would always end up being bought online.
Agatha knew her way around the online world far better than the physical one. Clicking her way through pages, browsing with ease, making the purchase without ever stepping foot in a store. It was her kind of shopping.
But today? Today was a different kind of hell.
If it weren’t for her love for her stingy-ass wife, Agatha wouldn’t even bother stepping foot in this godforsaken store.
And yes—she knows she could’ve just ordered it online. That thought had definitely crossed her mind on the drive over. But still… it felt more personal this way. Like, actually going out of her way to hunt down the damn set, standing in line for it, battling the chaos. It meant something.
Not that Rio would care either way. Agatha knew her wife would love it no matter what. But still—this? This was her showing up.
So that how she finds herself, standing in the doorway for a moment, taking a long breath as she mentally gears up for the task. The noise, the colors, the overwhelming shelves filled with a thousand options... It’s like a war zone of plastic and packaging.
She straightens her back, nods to herself like she’s preparing for battle, and then takes the first hesitant step forward. ‘Alright,’ she mutters under her breath, ‘let’s find this damn set before I lose my mind.’
Agatha huffs and squares her shoulders, stepping deeper into the chaos. She starts scanning the aisles, her eyes darting over shelves crammed with every toy imaginable—action figures, dolls, puzzles, board games… everything except the damn LEGO sets.
She mutters under her breath, weaving around kids and frazzled parents. ‘Where the hell do they keep the bricks in this place?’ Her gaze sharpens, determination setting in. She’s not leaving without that set.
Of course, it wasn’t going to be that easy. Agatha keeps moving, scanning every aisle sign, every shelf, but the elusive LEGO section is nowhere in sight.
She dodges a running toddler, steps over a rogue stuffed animal on the floor, and sighs loudly. ‘I swear to god, it’s like they’re hiding it on purpose,’ she grumbles.
Another turn, another wrong aisle—arts and crafts, board games, baby toys. Still no LEGO. Her patience is wearing thin, but she refuses to give up now.
She must’ve looked completely lost, because as she turned around, there stood a teenager—one who’d clearly hit a growth spurt, because somehow, somehow, she was taller than Agatha, even with Agatha in heels.
“Hi there!” the girl chirped, practically beaming. “I’m Kate, and you seem lost. What’re you looking for? Maybe I can help.”
“Is it that obvious?’” Agatha muttered with a groan.
Kate’s grin only widened as she looked Agatha up and down. “Well… a little,” the girl admitted, eyes twinkling with amusement. “You also don’t really look like you belong here.” She pointed at Agatha’s outfit.
Agatha followed her gaze, taking herself in: the deep purple pantsuit, the crisp white button-up underneath, and—of course—her favorite Louboutin heels. Favorite because they were a gift from Rio.
She huffed a soft laugh, shaking her head. “Yeah, well,” she said dryly, “belonging’s overrated.”
“Anyway, Kate,” Agatha sighed, already done with the small talk. “Show me where those damn Harry Potter LEGO sets are.”
Kate chuckled, clearly unfazed by Agatha’s tone. “Right this way, ma’am,” she said brightly, spinning on her heel and motioning for Agatha to follow. “Prepare yourself—it’s a popular aisle.”
Agatha groaned. “Of course it is.”
Thankfully, Kate wasn’t exaggerating her helpfulness. She weaved through the crowded aisles like she’d been born in this store, barely needing to glance at the signs. Agatha followed close behind, dodging stray shopping carts and children mid-tantrum.
“Here we are!” Kate announced proudly, stopping in front of a large, colorful LEGO display. Sure enough, there it was—Harry Potter Diagon Alley—sitting on the middle shelf like a shiny golden ticket.
Agatha’s shoulders sagged in relief. “Finally,” she muttered. “You’re a lifesaver, kid.”
Without wasting a second, Agatha reached out for the box—only to feel another hand grab it at the exact same time.
She turned her head slowly, narrowing her eyes at the person on the other end of the box. It was a man, probably in his late thirties, with the same determined glint in his eye.
“Oh, you’ve got to be kidding me,” Agatha muttered, tightening her grip.
Agatha closed her eyes, gripping the box tighter as she sent a desperate prayer to every goddess she could think of. Let this damn LEGO set be worth all the suffering she’d endured today.
Of course it is, her inner voice chimed in smugly. It’s for Rio.
Agatha sighed through her nose, muttering aloud without thinking, “Oh, shut up.”
The man on the other end of the box gave her a confused look. “Uh… excuse me?”
Agatha opened one eye, deadpan. “Not you.”
Agatha opened both eyes now, her gaze sharpening into a glare. “Not you,” she repeated, voice dripping with warning.
The man frowned, pulling the box slightly toward himself.
Agatha didn’t budge. If anything, she tightened her grip. “Listen, buddy,” she said, her tone low and dangerous. “I’ve been through hell today. I’m tired, I’m sore, I’ve probably broken three traffic laws, and I haven’t had a single glass of wine. If you think I’m walking out of here without this set—’ she smiled sweetly, tilting her head, ‘—you’re sorely mistaken.”
Kate, standing off to the side, watched with wide eyes. “Oh no,” she whispered. “She’s gonna throw down.”
The man didn’t back down. Instead, he smirked and tugged the box a little more toward himself. “You know,” he said, voice dripping with amusement, “you’re not the only one who wants this set.”
Agatha’s eyes narrowed further, and her grip on the box tightened. “Are you seriously trying to start something over a LEGO set?” she growled, her patience on the edge.
He shrugged nonchalantly. “If you really want it that bad.”
“Oh, I do,” Agatha replied, a dangerous smile curving onto her lips. “And I’m not above playing dirty.”
A glint sparked in Agatha’s eyes, one that anyone who’d seen her in a courtroom would recognize immediately. It was the look of someone who knew they were going to win, and the man standing in front of her was about to become a pawn in her game.
She took a slow, deliberate look from the top of his head to the bottom of his shoes, her smile widening with each passing second. She could feel the power shift.
“You know,” she said, her voice taking on a sweet but dangerous edge, “you should’ve known better than to try to challenge me over a toy.”
The man’s smirk faltered, confusion and unease creeping into his expression as Agatha’s confidence radiated. “I didn’t think you’d be this serious about it,” he admitted, almost nervously.
Agatha leaned in just slightly, her voice lowering to a near-whisper. “I’m always serious when it comes to winning.”
The man hesitated for a moment, but his pride wouldn’t let him back down completely. He took a step forward, reaching for the box one last time. “You’re really not going to just let this go, are you?”
Agatha’s smile didn’t falter. She tilted her head slightly, sizing him up like a judge would a defendant. Then, with a slow, deliberate drawl, she spoke, her words laced with venom. “You’re really still trying this, huh? Do you always try to pick fights you can’t win, or is this just a special occasion?”
The man froze, her words cutting sharper than he expected. Agatha’s eyes glinted with amusement as she took a step back, holding the box even tighter. “Honestly, you’ve got about as much chance of getting this LEGO set as you do of getting out of that outfit with any dignity left. Just... walk away.”
The man’s face flushed a deep red, clearly caught off-guard by her sudden verbal attack. He mumbled something under his breath before taking a few steps back, clearly defeated.
As the man slinked back, clearly defeated, Agatha couldn’t resist one more jab. She gave him a once-over, her eyes narrowing in mock consideration. “Honestly,” she said with a chuckle, “you should be thanking me. You were this close to walking out of here with the real embarrassment—fighting a woman for a LEGO set. But hey, at least now you can go back to whatever pathetic attempt at a ‘winning’ streak you’ve got going.”
She turned on her heel, her head held high as she walked away. “You’re welcome,” she added over her shoulder, voice dripping with smug satisfaction. “Maybe next time, try the barbie aisle.”
Kate walked right up to her, clearly still buzzing with excitement. “Okay. That was EPIC!” she said, grinning wide. The sound of her voice startled Agatha, who had completely forgotten the young girl was still with her.
Agatha let out a quiet, startled laugh, brushing her hair back over her shoulder. “I try,” she said, still feeling the adrenaline rush from the encounter.
“Thank you for doing that,” Kate added, her smile never fading. “He’s been doing that to every woman who tries to buy any of the LEGO sets we have. Thinks women should not be buying ‘guy stuff,’ like LEGO, because we're ‘good for kitchen stuff only.’ His words, not mine,” Kate added with an exaggerated eye roll.
Agatha’s eyes narrowed slightly; her voice low but venomous as she glanced back toward the man who’d tried to challenge her. “That’s... disgusting.” She turned back to Kate, a sly grin tugging at the corner of her lips. “Well, now he’s learned that women don’t need to be in the kitchen to kick some ass.”
Kate’s eyes sparkled with admiration, and Agatha could see the younger girl clearly enjoying the whole spectacle.
“Oh, I think you’ve earned a spot on my team,” Agatha said, a mischievous grin forming on her lips as she nudged Kate with her elbow. “We might even start our own LEGO war squad—no boys allowed.”
Kate laughed, clearly delighted by the idea. “I’m in!” she said, mock-seriously saluting Agatha. ‘We’ll show them who’s boss.’
“That’s the spirit,” Agatha said with a chuckle, adjusting her bag over her shoulder. “Next mission: take down anyone who thinks LEGO sets are just for ‘guys.’’ She paused for a second, looking over at Kate. “You up for that?”
“Absolutely,” Kate replied, grinning like a cat who just caught a mouse.
“Good,” Agatha said, winking. “Now let’s get this damn thing checked out so I can get home before Rio decides to launch a search party for me.”
Kate laughed again, the energy between them still high from the showdown. “Don’t worry, I’ll make sure you get out of here in one piece. It’s the least I can do after that performance.”
“You’ve got a deal,” Agatha said, her eyes sparkling with amusement. “Now lead the way, soldier.”
Kate grinned, clearly enjoying the role as she gestured toward the checkout counter. “Follow me, Commander Harkness.”
And that’s the story of how she ended up in what was probably the longest line she’s ever seen in her life. Sure, she’s exaggerating—she knows that—but she’s allowed to after everything she went through just to get her wife the damn LEGO set.
Agatha couldn’t help but shake her head as she remembered the chaos, the moments of sheer annoyance, and the final showdown with Mr. ‘Women Shouldn’t Buy LEGO’. It was all worth it though. Rio would love it, and that made it all worth the suffering.
She could already hear her wife’s voice in her head, so pleased and excited. Yeah, it was a lot of trouble for a plastic set of blocks, but for Rio? Agatha would go through it all again. And she just might, depending on how long Rio took to realize Agatha had been gone for 2 hours.
Just as Agatha thought, a flurry of messages pinged through her phone, each one more frantic than the last.
My love <3: Baby? Do you get hung up at the office?
So, I called, and Jen said that you went home 2 hours ago.
Baby?
Are you okay? Did you get a flat tire again? Do you want me to pick you up?
Where are you?
Agatha, I swear to God, if you don’t respond I’m going full Amber Alert on you.
Agatha couldn’t help but chuckle under her breath as she read through Rio’s messages. She swiped to the last one and shook her head, amused. ‘Amber Alert on a grown woman... Seriously, Rio?’
She rolled her eyes, her heart melting just a little. As overbearing as Rio could be, this was the woman who cared more deeply than anyone Agatha knew. Agatha might not love the overprotectiveness, but damn if she didn’t appreciate it.
Agatha Vidal: I’m fine, babe. Got caught up in traffic. No flat tires, no kidnappers, no need for the FBI to search for me. You’re sweet, though. I’ll be home soon. Promise.
With a small sigh, Agatha smiled at the screen before putting her phone away and starting the car. She wouldn’t trade her overprotective, caring, sometimes ridiculous wife for anyone else in the world.
After what seemed like hours—but was really only fifteen minutes—Agatha finally pulled into the driveway. She was exhausted, cranky, and still slightly bitter about that man in the toy store. But the moment she stepped inside, all of that began to melt away.
She was immediately greeted by the warm, comforting smell of a homemade dinner wafting through the air. Rio must’ve gotten home earlier than usual, Agatha realized, her lips quirking into a tired smile.
Carefully, she set the LEGO set down on the coffee table, running her hand over the box almost fondly, like a war trophy. Then, with a deep breath, she made her way toward the kitchen, following the sounds of clinking utensils and quiet humming.
She leaned against the doorway, arms crossed, taking in the sight of her wife at the stove. “You know,” Agatha drawled, voice low and amused, “you’ve got some nerve threatening an Amber Alert when you’ve been home playing domestic goddess.”
Rio didn’t even turn around; she just let out a soft chuckle, stirring the pot on the stove. “Well, what can I say?” she replied, voice light but smug. “I am a woman of many talents. FBI director by day, domestic goddess by night.”
Agatha snorted. “Don’t flatter yourself too hard, Vidal. I can smell the takeout mixed in with whatever you’re reheating.”
Rio finally turned, flashing Agatha a dazzling grin, completely unbothered. “Guilty,” she admitted, holding up a takeout container with one hand while stirring with the other. “Hey, I reheated it by stir-frying everything again, so it totally counts as cooking.”
Agatha shook her head, laughing under her breath. “You’re impossible.”
“And you love me for it,” Rio teased, walking over and planting a kiss on Agatha’s cheek. “Now, tell me,” Rio said, wrapping her arms around her wife with a knowing smile, “what kind of traffic keeps you stuck for two hours—and not a single complaint from you over text?”
Agatha smirked, leaning into Rio’s embrace. “Oh, you know… the kind of traffic where every car’s a battle and every stoplight’s a personal attack.” She turned her head slightly, lips brushing Rio’s ear. “Or maybe I just enjoyed making you sweat a little, Mrs. FBI.”
Rio narrowed her eyes, amused. “Oh, you’re lucky you’re cute.”
Then her gaze softened as she cupped Rio’s cheek, her thumb brushing gently over her skin. “So… I got you a little something.”
That made Rio’s brow furrow in confusion. “Uhh… pretty sure I didn’t miss any anniversaries or birthdays.”
Agatha laughed, shaking her head. “Of course you didn’t. You’re like a patron saint of anniversaries and birthdays. Can’t I just get you something… just because?”
Rio narrowed her eyes, lips curling into a half-smirk. “Just because, huh?” she drawled, tilting her head. “You, Agatha Harkness, doing something just because? What’s the catch?”
Agatha gasped in mock offense, hand flying to her chest. “Wow. I’m wounded.”
Rio raised an eyebrow, clearly not buying it. “Uh-huh. Is this ‘just because’ or ‘I did something, and this is me buttering you up before you find out’?”
Agatha bit her lip, fighting a grin. “...Can’t it be both?”
Rio squinted at her, suspicious but amused. “I knew it,” she muttered, giving Agatha a playful poke in the side. “You’re totally hiding something.”
Agatha just laughed, leaning forward to steal a quick kiss. “You’re impossible.”
Rio sighed dramatically, throwing her hands up. “Fine, fine—you win. Where’s this mysterious ‘just because’ gift?”
Agatha’s grin turned smug as she took Rio’s hand and led her toward the living room. “Patience, wife. You’re about to see how much I love you.”
“Okay, close your eyes.” Rio’s smile curled into a teasing smirk, which only made Agatha laugh harder. “Just do it, you asshole.”
“Fine, fine—you’re so bossy,” Rio said with an exaggerated sigh, finally closing her eyes.
Agatha didn’t respond; instead, she gently took Rio’s hand and led her toward the living room, where the LEGO set sat quietly on the coffee table, waiting for its rightful owner.
Agatha gently let go of Rio’s hand, stepping back to let her take it all in. “Okay, open your eyes.”
Rio slowly opened her eyes, her gaze immediately falling on the LEGO set. For a moment, she just stared, her expression unreadable. Then, her eyes widened, disbelief flooding her features. “Wait… is that… is that really—?”
Agatha couldn’t help but grin, leaning against the wall. “Yep. It’s the damn set. Took me two hours, a near-traffic-related meltdown, and a battle with some random guy in the store. But I got it.”
Rio blinked rapidly, trying to process. Her voice softened, almost in awe. “Agatha... you didn’t.” She took a few steps forward, her hand hovering over the box like it might vanish if she touched it. “I—I can’t believe you did this.”
Agatha took a deep breath, trying desperately to hold back the tears that threatened to fall at the look of pure awe on her wife’s face. “I saw your comment on that TikTok account you follow,” she started, her voice soft but full of meaning. “I knew you wouldn’t even dare put this in your cart, and I also know you’ve been eyeing this specific set for months now. You’re always spoiling me, and I wanted to spoil you for once.”
Her words hung in the air for a moment, and Rio’s expression softened further, a mixture of gratitude and love settling into her eyes. She stepped closer, her voice low and full of emotion. “You’re insane…” She shook her head, a smile tugging at her lips. “...And I love you so much.”
Agatha’s heart swelled with the weight of her words. Rio’s arms enveloped her in a tight hug, and she buried her face in the crook of Agatha’s neck, finally allowing herself to feel the overwhelming rush of love and appreciation. Totally worth it.
Rio pulled back slightly from the hug, her eyes sparkling with excitement. “You know…” she began, a mischievous grin playing on her lips, “I think you just gave me the perfect excuse to spend even more time with you tonight.”
Agatha raised an eyebrow, curious. “Oh really? What do you have in mind?”
Rio reached out, pulling Agatha closer as she ran a finger over the box of the LEGO set. “Well, this thing’s not gonna build itself, right? I mean, if you’re willing to spoil me, the least I can do is let you join me for the fun part.”
Agatha snorted. “Fun part? You mean you want me to help you build the damn thing?”
Rio’s eyes widened dramatically. “I mean, we could build it together, just like old times—except this time, I’m going to be very generous with the instructions. No more fighting over who gets to hold the manual.”
Agatha crossed her arms, pretending to be skeptical. “Uh-huh. Generous with the instructions? I’ll believe that when I see it.”
Rio grinned. “Fine. You can have the privilege of snapping the pieces together while I manage the color coordination.” She winked. “You know, to make sure it looks extra perfect.”
Agatha rolled her eyes but laughed, walking over to the coffee table where the LEGO set sat. “You’re impossible, you know that?”
“Yup,” Rio said, following her over. “But at least I’m your impossible.”
Agatha sat down beside Rio, the two of them hunched over the pieces of the LEGO set. As they began to sort through the parts, Agatha glanced at Rio, her heart swelling with an overwhelming sense of contentment.
It was a small moment, one that could’ve been seen as trivial—just two people building a toy set together. But to Agatha, there was nothing more perfect than this. The quiet, the laughter, the way Rio’s eyes sparkled every time she found the perfect piece.
And in that moment, Agatha realized that there was nothing in the world she would trade for this—sitting on the floor, surrounded by colorful plastic blocks, with her nerd of a wife beside her.
Yep, doing nothing with Rio was better than everything else.