It was a slow morning for Harvey but for him, it was just another Sunday. He worked on a case for a week for Refn Agriculture in which his company was being sued for tax evasion due to Refn being accused of laundering his money in a Swiss bank. Turns out he was laundering his money but Harvey managed to work his magic and get Refn off the hook based on the lawyer's history of targeting clients who launder money so he can use the details to put the money into his own.

To relieve himself from boredom Harvey received an email from another client. He made himself a damn fine cup of coffee with ham steak, fried eggs with hot sauce and blood orange juice as he down in front of ESPN. The newscasters were hounding each other in a heated debate about the odds of soccer player John Terry joining an MLS club due to his poor run of form and being substituted at half time by manager Jose Mourinho for the first time in his career.

Knock, knock.

Always thinking of the worst and Lars Refn's ties to the Danish mob, Harvey shut the TV off and gradually strode towards the door standing to the side of the door where the hinges were and listened for movements. All he got were small knocks that came from halfway down the door which confused him. He looked out the peephole but couldn't see anyone with worried him even more. He swung the door a quarter of the way open, "Hello?"

"Hi?" Harvey responded staring at the little girl with brown hair and opening the door fully.

He looked confused because he didn't recognize her. He shifted his head outside his door slowly and saw no one else walking in the warm hallway and the elevator wasn't moving so no one could have dropped her off.

"You come here all alone little girl?" Harvey asked.

"Yeah," The little girl said croaking.

She looked worn-out and thirsty like she'd been running which was dangerous because it was scorching hot. She had fair-ish skin, had a green backpack, a white t-shirt with baby Groot dancing imprinted on it, a blue skirt, and black shoes.

"Sorry but I think you got the wrong place," Harvey said politely and backing away slowly from the door to close it.

"I pretty sure I'm at the right address." The girl said quickly.

"I'm not looking to buy any cookies. I've got a supply in my kitchen and-"

"Are you or are you not Harvey Specter?" The girl asked. Harvey stopped and moved the door out of his way and looked at the girl again.

"Just say I was Harvey Specter, what would-"

"Your brother is...well he was my father. You remember your brother Uncle Harvey?" The girl asked sadly looking down and not meeting his gaze.

Marcus

He hadn't heard his brother's name since he died of suicide. He couldn't handle his restaurant because his business was slowly withering from new competitions and he knew it when his bank failed to give him a loan based on his credit score. When Harvey heard Marcus had hung himself in his office he was devastated because Marcus never once asked him for help. Maybe he thought Marcus would be too embarrassed to help him since Harvey 'gave him 100k' to help with his business.

On the day of the funeral, he stayed behind with his wife Michelle and stared at Marcus's tombstone thinking about how special he was and yet how his potential was never fulfilled.

But this was eight years ago. If this girl was Marcus's daughter then she must have been in her mother's womb and he remembered how sad Michelle was on the day of her funeral because she cried about how his daughter would have been an orphan.

"So you're Marcus's daughter, what's your name?" Harvey asked.

"The name's Specter, Angela Specter. Well, its Angela Christina Specter." She said smiling that resembled Marcus's.

"And what would that be dependent on?" Harvey asked raising his eyebrow.

"The time, the day, the time of day oh and how angry you are on a scale of 1 to 'you're dead'." She said forcing a smile.

"That's a nice name you got their kid," Harvey said smiling.

"I thought you would have remembered my name," Angela said looking up puzzled.

"It's been over eight years and time doesn't fly. You forget and change a lot in eight years. Plus you weren't named when your dad died so yeah." Harvey said.

"What if I was lying to you at this moment?" Angela asked curiously looking up at him and raising her eyebrow.

"What would an eight-year-old have to lie about?" Harvey asked.

"A lot like my name, my age and who I am."

"Why would you lie to me?" Harvey asked raising his eyebrow.

"Maybe I've been trained from the government."

"And what would the government assign you?"

"To get info about a certain Harvey Specter. If an adult comes to your door and asks you for your money then you'd be scared, right? Or you'd kick him in the face if you were Bruce Lee before he could blink. But if a kid comes then you'd feel sorry for them, but they could be as dangerous as an adult. Like Hit-Girl." Angela said smiling.

"That's a movie you shouldn't be watching at your age. Plus are we talking about the same government that want a bunch of misfits, a talking racoon and a walking talking tree with a vocabulary of a two-year-old to protect the galaxy?" Harvey asked pointing towards her Groot shirt.

"He doesn't have the speech of a two-year-old. It's just limited to I, AM and GROOT, specifically in that order." Angela said pouting.

"I'm just kidding. C'mon in Groot, you must be tired." Harvey said scratching head.

"I prefer being called Angela. Or Angie, my mom called me Angie." Angela said as Harvey saw her reminiscing of her mother.

"Well, I'm gonna call you Grootie now," Harvey said moving away from the door letting Angela in with a smirk on his face.

"I AM GROOT!" Angela said giggling.

"How long have you been holding that one for?" Harvey asked.

"Ever since I arrived from the airport," Angela said walking inside Harvey's apartment and looking around.

"You know for someone who's 8 years old-"

"I prefer being called 8 years young-"

"Getting to the point, you're smart for your age," Harvey said.

"But I'm eight and a half," Angela said looking back up at him.

"No you're eight, we're not rounding numbers-"

"That's a big difference of 6 who months and I don't know how many days because maths is too hard. Plus Algebra sounds funny to me. It has the word bra in there." Angela said giggling but equally as amazed as she looked at the view of New York.

"I still don't trust-" It was as if Angela had read Harvey's mind as pulled a slip of paper out of her pocket and held it up for him and took a seat on the couch, relieved as she sat down.

His eyes focused back onto the piece of paper which was a boarding pass which surprised Harvey because he wondered how she boarded a plane in the first place. He sat on the couch opposite of Angela and studied the boarding pass further. It must have been authorised because airlines wouldn't want a kid to randomly fly to anywhere in the world. The date matched, her birthday marked her as eight years old, she departed from London, the UK where Michelle might have been living at the time and because he remembered Marcus mentioning how much Michelle loved London.

Harvey then thought 'What the hell was happening?' which was added by his mouth gaping and his eyes widening at a steady.

"How the heck did you manage to fly from LA?" Harvey asked looking at Angela and throwing the boarding pass onto the table next to his keys and coffee mug.

"You know 'heck' means hell and the bad f word," Angela said innocently.

"I had no idea. Who told you that?" Harvey asked surprised.

"Grandma did. I've been living with grandma and granddad and they sent me here for summer camp because they thought I could do with a little fresh air. I don't think I want to go back." Angela said looking down and watching herself swing her legs just below the coffee table and stopping before the couch.

Harvey knew what losing a parent felt like because he still visits his dad's grave every year to share a drink with him. He knew that he should have moved on but he couldn't because his father was there from day one and when their parents divorced after finding out his mother cheated on him, he never once laid a finger on her and showed Harvey the difference between being sensible and being an idiot. How was he supposed to let go of someone he couldn't forget?

"How'd you find me anyway? I'm not exactly listing my address on Craigslist with a big sign on my door labelled 'This is the house of HARVEY SPECTER. I want you to live here under the condition you wear a walrus costume for two hours a day.'" Harvey asked out of curiosity.

"You learn a lot from the internet," Angela said shrugging.

"How'd you get from the airport to my place?" Harvey asked.

"Taxi. Paid the gentleman handsomely, he looked like Chris Evans…..he was hot." Angela said giggling.

Jesus Christ, Harvey thought. When he was eight years old he was playing with crayons or something, but he couldn't remember as far back as 30 years ago which made him feel old.

"You know you can't stay here Angela," Harvey said softly trying not to break Angela's heart.

Angela's eye looked suddenly worried with her eyes starting to swell up. "I've already cancelled my room at camp. I've haven't got anything else to go."

"I don't think it'd be a good idea. Your grandma and granddad would have problems-"

And then Angela's lip started to pout which sent a signal to Harvey's brain which told him that he was starting to be an asshole with the last thing he would want to do is make a kid cry. Not just any kid, his brother's kid, she practically shared the same blood.

"Please. My daddy...You remind me of him. My mom used to show us VCR's of him..." Angela said as she lip was now quivering. "One of the last things I ever saw of him was leaving my mother the night he died. He kissed my mother telling her he'd be back. But we all know what happened that night." Angela said, her hands now on her face trying to stop tears from forming.

Harvey felt like an asshole now and because of that he went across the coffee table and sat next to her. He paused for a second and slowly placed his arms around Angela getting her to lean onto his body, her head leaning onto his shoulder.

"How long is your summer camp?" Harvey asked moving his hand up and down her arm.

"Seven weeks. All I wanted was to get to know you. No one talks about you like you are dead. But I'll forgive you for not visiting me if you let me stay. I'll leave even if you hate me." Angela said managing to say and sniffing a little.

"Ok, then Angela. Seven weeks then." Harvey said sighing and closing his eyes knowing that he'd have to find a way of working and picking her up from summer camp without anyone being suspicious. He knew he wasn't going to hire a maid of some sort and didn't know anyone who wasn't free around the time but he thought about it later.

"Thank you," Angela said moving her hands from her face and smiling genuinely for the first time and he started to feel warm inside for some reason. It was as if she reminded him of someone but couldn't think of whom. It was most likely her brother because he remembered how much he'd smile like an idiot.

"Can I ask you something, Uncle Harvey?" Angela asked turning her body to face Harvey.

"Uncle Harvey? Jesus that sounds weird." Harvey said muttering the last part to himself.

"What else do I call you, maybe James Bond?" Angela asked.

"James Bond would be a great name to call me," Harvey said.

"But he's blonde and has an English accent," Angela said confused.

"You mustn't be afraid to dream kiddo. And James Bond never used to have blonde hair did. You haven't seen the older Bond movies. What do you want to ask me?" Harvey asked.

"You don't have to answer this but I saw a small mark on your ring finger," Angela said.

Confused, Harvey looked at his finger and saw nothing on his ring finger until he saw a little ring mark on it. He traced his finger over it and suddenly it felt weird not wearing his ring.

"So was there a Mrs Specter, Harvey?" Angela asked with Harvey catching that part of her sentence as she leaned forward eagerly.

"There was but that was a few years ago," Harvey said looking at his ring finger and then back at Angela.

"What was her name?" Angela asked curiously.

"That's a story for another time kid, that time being not anytime sooner," Harvey said sighing and standing up. "You've got to be starving, I know I am."

"I am. Can you make me a Cuban sandwich?" Angela asked. Harvey turned on his heel and stared at Angela with his eyebrow raised in confusion at the girl's choice.

"You really eat Cuban sandwiches?" Harvey asked surprised.

"I love them. I know this one guy who has a food truck and he would give me free Cuban sandwiches from school." Angela said.

"Why'd he give you free Cuban sandwiches?" Harvey asked.

"Mom helped him out with a tricky problem and I knew his son from school so I thought why not?" Angela asked smiling.

"I'm no expert on Cuban sandwiches but even then I'd make damn good tasting food. The remote is by the coffee table, knock yourself out but not literally though. Oh and by the way I had a son too." Harvey said turning back onto his heel and walking towards the kitchen which increased her curiosity.

Harvey heard the click of the TV coming on and smiled, it was a while since he had company. He lightly brushed the olive oil onto the crust, placed a coat of yellow mustard on the bread. Then sliced roast pork, glazed ham, Swiss cheese, and thinly sliced dill pickles were added in layers. He put the sandwich onto the flat top grill and placed it on low heat.

He turned around and slowly opened the drawer where he took out a wedding ring box. He held it in his hands for a while staring at it blankly with rushes of little memories coming back with voice-overs.

He flipped it open where and stared at his wedding ring. He took the ring out and wore it around his finger; it still fitted perfectly after marrying her all the years.

Harvey moved his head down and realized that Donna hadn't spoken to him all day. He knew that it was probably a bad sign because she usually something bothered her. He learned the hard way that if a woman thinks too long then be worried because they're ready to give a knockout punch out of nowhere.

Harvey stroked his hand through Donna's hair and twirled a strand of her hair around his finger. Donna's head then turned to face him.

"What's wrong? You usually don't stop taking which is weird because you love the sound of your voice." Donna said. Harvey couldn't help but smile a little at her face, it felt like a while since he last saw her.

"I should be asking you that. I didn't give you my heart and my life only to die of boredom." Harvey said stroking Donna's hair.

"Sorry about that, I've been thinking a lot, Harv'," Donna said tightening her lips.

"You shouldn't do that to yourself, Donna. You create problems that never existed and they inject your way of thinking. It's why ideas are the worst parasites in the world, they don't die." Harvey said.

"I can't help it even if I wanted," Donna said frustratingly blowing a hair strand from her forehead.

"What's been bothering you?" Harvey asked sounding concerned as he twirled a finger around a strand of her hair.

"If I told you then you'd think differently. And I can't risk of letting that happen" Donna said shyly and looking down at the floor.

"Why would I think different of you Don-"

"-I don't want to change that. Not one bit Harv'." Donna said with a hint of worry in her voice.

"We've known each other for years, Donna. Nothing you tell me will surprise me. I know you almost like the back of my hand." Harvey whispered reassuringly. Donna hesitated for a moment as she tried to find her words. She moved got of Harvey's lap and sat up looking down at the floor.

Harvey got up slowly and leaned next to Donna and putting an arm around her.

"Donna. What's wrong? You know you can tell me." He said worryingly moving his hand up and down his arm.

"I don't want to tell. That's what I want Harv'" Donna said.

"Donna, you've gotta-"

"I want a baby," Donna said interrupting him and letting out a shaky breath. Harvey paused for a moment attempting to process the words that came out of her mouth.

"A baby?" Harvey asked trying to get a confirmation that he heard her right.

"I keep having dreams of us having kids and we're all happy like a family. It was so vivid like a vision from God and….I can't describe how beautiful it was." Donna said trying to regain her confidence but struggling to compose herself.

"It's a big responsibility. We both can't work and raise a kid Donna." Harvey said moving the arm up and down Donna's arm as she leaned her head onto her arm.

"Of course we can, I'll give up working," Donna said looking up at Harvey.

"Donna, I'm not sure I'm all right with that. You remember the last time you did that?" Harvey asked moving a strand of hair from Donna's face and tucking it behind her ear who looked back down.

"You're right...It's stupid. What was I thinking?" Donna asked trying to fight back her tears.

"Look into my eyes and don't stop talking," Harvey whispered.

"I can't even look at you now. I'm too shy to look you in the eye." Donna whispered. Harvey moved his finger under Donna's chin and lifted her face to look at his, him staring at her brown eyes that were almost red from the tears. He wasn't used to her being this emotional, and he wasn't sure he was ever going to see her this emotional either. It was too unnatural for her.

"How long have we been married for Donna?" Harvey asked reaching for Donna's hand and fiddling with her ring on her finger.

"Almost two years. Funny how time flies." Donna said with a small smile threatening from the corner of her mouth as she looked at her ring and then back up to Harvey.

Harvey couldn't help but grab Donna's face in his hands and wipe off the tear that was slightly scrolling down her face with his thumb. Her skin felt soft and gentle and looked at her brown eyes and was transfixed into a fixed state. "You know it's hard not to look at you Donna and think how about how you can't be the mother of our child," Harvey said whispering.

He leaned forward and his lips touched hers and it stayed like that for a while because he accepted that they were going to be parents. They were going to be together and they now had a reason too.

That was until they were separated a few years later.

"WE'RE GONNA DIE! OMG, THIS CAN'T BE HAPPENING! I DON'T WANT TO DIE! FUCK!" Angela shouted from outside the kitchen door. Harvey's attention snapped to her as his smell was bombarded with smoke that was coming from the piece of bread burning.

"Fuck. NO NO NO NO NO NO NO NO NO!" Harvey muttered turning the grill off and throwing the bread into the sink and quickly running the tap to stop the smoke from developing and turning the fire alarm on.

Angela pinched her nose and ran inside trying to breathe through the smoke. Harvey walked in and just gave her a carton of banana milkshake. He sat across her and was slowly absorbed by the couch.

"I guess I'll start cooking my own food now," Angela said putting her straw through her milkshake carton and drinking from it.

"At least you never ask for any Turkey."

Angela made a detour on her way back to the living room from the bathroom to have a glimpse at Uncle Harvey's place. She saw a sleek black music case on near Uncle Harvey's doorway and skipped to it. There were all kinds of music…from Huey Lewis and the News to Phil Collins. But there wasn't any Katy Perry or Queen which upset her a little.

Angela secretly made a plan to find the mysterious extra Specter family member and try to figure out where he lived which she found out from the information hidden away from her whilst he went inside Harvey's room when he was busy burning the sandwich.

Since Uncle Harvey was still watching TV and his back was facing away from hers, she tiptoed to the first door by the kitchen. The first door on the left was locked. The second was the bathroom she'd just come out from. She decided not to look at the other doors just in case Harvey would suspect so she just went back inside the bathroom. Angela studied herself in the mirror and thought that she should comb through her hair with her fingers and re-tucked the ends of her shirt into her skirt before brushing off the front of it. Uncle Harvey looked neat and tidy and she looked like a mess, she knew she'd look like one because she spent most of her day travelling but it was the least she could do.

Donna sat on the couch with her arms crossed in front of her chest pouting.

"Please," Donna begged again, "Don't you want to pick out cute little things to put in our nursery?"

"First it's not OUR nursery, it's the kids. And secondly...no I don't want to go," Harvey said simply, "The only shopping I like is for me. Can't you just order it online and just-?"

Donna sighed and turned her gaze to the floor. All she wanted was for Harvey to go shopping and pick out a few things and didn't trust online shopping because she didn't trust the 3D dimensions. She didn't want to cry but, the next thing she knew a tear was trickling down her cheek. "Damn it," she muttered.

Harvey, who was sitting on the opposite end of the couch, turned to look at her. "Donna," he said with a small smile, "Are you crying?"

"Yes, I'm crying! I can't help it, Harvey! God, I feel like a fucking idiot."

"I guess this is what pregnancy does to a woman, I'd hate to see what happens when you get fat one day. Come here," Harvey said with his arms wide open. "Come on." She looked at him and offered him a sad look before scooting close to him and letting him wrap his arms around her in a tight embrace. "I'll go shopping with you, under the condition that you stop crying."

Donna's face lit up, "Really?"

"Really," he said.

"I love you," Donna said before resting her head against his chest.

"I love you too. Even when you're clingy for sex..." Harvey smirked earning a smack on his arm.

A FEW MOMENTS LATER

"Aw, look how cute that teddy bear is Harv'!" Donna pointed to a shelf in the baby store. She walked closer to the shelf and looked for a price tag somewhere on the giant yellow teddy bear.

Harvey stuffed his hands in his pocket and sighed. "How much is it?"

"Twenty..."

"Dollars?! Donna, that's crazy. He doesn't need a giant stuffed animal to show our love and affection. I could just sleep in his blanket and infuse my scent showing him who's boss."

"I'm giving birth to a baby human, not a cat. And did you say he?" Donna asked with a sly grin.

"Well...yeah," he shrugged, "I want to give him the best sex talk he'll ever have. And I want his to be a basketball player so we become multi-millionaires and retire at the age of 55."

Donna couldn't help but smile picturing Harvey and a little boy standing in a fenced in back yard with a baseball and a glove and trying to play ball. "You're going to be a great dad," she whispered kissing Harvey's cheek.

"I'll consider that to be a success when I bread a man-version of myself," Harvey answered grinning.

Harvey prepared the guest room and put in towels, extra sheets and pillows of different shapes and sizes just in case she wasn't comfortable. When he walked out of the guest room she sat on the leather couch with her knees to her chest and waited with her Wonder Woman theme pyjamas and her toy bear whom she called Rocket.

"C'mon Angela," Harvey said calling for Angela. She looked at Harvey and nodded as she walked towards the room. "Hop in."

She nodded again and hopped onto the bed as Harvey pulled the covers over her body and tucked her in like she was a VIP guest in a hotel.

"If you need anything I'll be next door. I guess sweet dream and good night then you know. Sorry I haven't done this in some time." Harvey said surveyed the empty air in the room. When he walked away, Angela snuggled into the covers and turned her attention to her backpack.

"Donna, you need to lie down. Please, Donna." Harvey insisted.

"I'm going to lose my mind H-HARVEY! Or maybe I'm crazy and you're crazy…just like me. Maybe we're both crazy like Nicolas Cage. Are you trying to send me to a mental hospital you asshole? I'm not going to faint again! I'm fine." Donna said exerting the bipolar behaviour that Harvey started to get in the past week.

Ever since she came home from the hospital he was worried that she would collapse in work again and was worried for the worst. "Donna," he stressed, "I just want to take care of both of you. You're giving birth to life. You're practically a Goddess which you're halfway to being because I still find you sexy as fuck even when you're pregnant."

Donna's tone relaxed. "Now's not the time to call me sexy, I already know that. You're taking great care of me. You give me massages, rub my feet and even cook dinner which didn't taste like battery acid mixed with diesel. I just need some freedom I guess."

Harvey gave her a sad smile, "How about we have dinner then? We can go to the new shawarma restaurant."

"The last time I shawarma I had food poisoning," Donna said annoyingly.

"Trust me, you'll be perfectly fine. I've been taking care of you, haven't I? Why would I risk the death of two people for the price of $29.99." Harvey said in his best salesman voice.

"I guess I'd better get dressed then."

Donna got off the couch and headed to her room where she struggled to find something to wear since her bump was slowly getting larger. She shook her head as she stood in front of the mirror.

"You almost ready?" Harvey asked as Donna applied blush to her cheeks.

"Ready," she said turning around.

"Whoa," Harvey gasped seeing her in her black dress that flowed easily at her knees and hugged her baby bump in the perfect way. "Donna, you look fantastic. You perfectly embody me." He said cheekily.

"You're going to perfectly embody me when we come back." Donna smiled moving her arms around her neck slowing moving her lips towards his. When he saw his lips moving towards hers she moved her arms towards her sides and moved her face away. In defeat, he looked at her lips desperate making her smirk.

At the restaurant, Donna and Harvey walked along the restaurant when Harvey felt a tap on his shoulder. Both of them turned back and were a little surprised when they saw Mike and Rachel wearing their fancy clothes respectively.

"Donna!" Rachel jamp a little and slowly hugged Donna making sure she didn't hurt the baby.

"I didn't expect you here," Mike said embraced Harvey in a hug.

"I didn't expect you here too. When did you want to taste shawarma?" Harvey asked.

"Ever since we re-watched all the Marvel movies at AMC. We practically stayed there 24/7 and by the time we were at Ant-Man, Rachel got cranky because she never met Paul Rudd. But in all honesty, she's been pushing me a lot because she's a quote on quote a foodie." Mike said with quote marks.

Dinner went on and Donna asked Rachel several questions about her family and how she was coping with the baby. When they finished eating their supper, everyone exchanged hugs and Donna promised to keep Rachel and updated with any new changes during her pregnancy.

"They seemed happy; you don't think Rachel wants a kid?" Donna asked through a yawn.

"I think they want to enjoy their youth whilst they still have it and some people just don't think they're ready. They're practically kids compared to us." Harvey said stopping outside their apartment.

"But not when we're in the bedroom," Donna said biting her lip.

"You know I've been told I'm an expert in foreplay," Harvey whispered before leaning in and slowly kissing her on the lips.

"Sometimes I still can't believe it," Donna said resting her head on his shoulder, "This life seems too good to be true. I never thought I would actually get the chance and here we are... three months pregnant..."

"We better get that nursery finished soon," Harvey said, "I don't want the baby to come early and be bored as hell."

"That'd be tragic. Some say as tragic as me going a few weeks without sex."

Harvey let out a low laugh. "Told you you're clingy for sex, and the men are called perverted. You don't see us doing naked marches in New York now. We should hurry this inside." He said opening the door for Donna, reaching for her hand and taking her inside. He couldn't even wait for the door to click shut all the way before he was kissing her neck, making her moan and working his way to undo her dress.

Donna's hands touched his making Harvey pause. She moved her lips towards his mouth and whispered, "Slowly."

Angela woke to the sound of the phone in her bag buzzing against the floor. Angela forgot to call and let "the wardens" know she landed safely. Half asleep she crawled and reached for the front pocket of her backpack. She took the phone and tiptoed through the bathroom inside her guest room and picked it up. "Hello?"

A male voice began the conversation with a warning, "Angela. Do you know what time it is? You were supposed to call when you got in. We've been sick and worried."

"I know. I'm sorry….I had to turn my phone off for the plane ride and once I got to camp I was so excited I forgot to turn it back on."

"Don't do it again," the man warned. "You settled in ok?"

"Yeah, I guess."

The older man harrumphed, "Which chaperone were you assigned?"

"Um…..Coach Dunne. But I've got to go; we've already been told lights out and I don't want to get into trouble."

"You sure because you…mu—"

She smiled and rushed to get off before any more questions, "Love you, bye." All Angela knew at that moment was that she was in large amounts of trouble.