Hello everyone! This the first chapter of this story and the first part of my series, 'attached to moments.' I'm sorry it's on the short side but I hope you enjoy it all the same! (:
I needed a wedding story for Harvey and Mike. There's just not enough of them.

I only wanna team with you
We could dream it all
Don't wanna stop the thought
With you and I forever
-You & I (Forever) by Jessie Ware

Mike sighed, leaning his head back against the arm of the black couch with his feet propped up against the arm rest at the other end; after Harvey demanded that he take off his shoes before doing so. His jacket was thrown casually across the back with the sleeves of his shirt rolled up to his elbows. He had loosened his tie but decided that taking it off all the way would waste more energy than he was willing.

"You know," Harvey didn't look up from the papers that he was looking over from behind his desk; still dressed in his work attire, minus his jacket that hung off the back of his chair, "you could have headed on home without me."

"No, I couldn't," Mike crossed his arms at his chest as he settled into the couch, figuring that he was going to be here longer, "you promised me stuffed crust pizza for dinner tonight and a movie of my choice after."

"I know."

"Hence," Mike reached flicked a hand in Harvey's direction without opening his eyes, before he recrossed his arms, "why I couldn't head home without you."

"Right," Harvey nodded.

Silence fell upon Harvey's office except for the occasional shuffle of a paper and sigh from the couch.

"You could have waited for me at home," Harvey said after a moment.

Mike groaned, "too much work."

"Walking from your office to the elevator, to lay on the more comfortable couch at home, is too much work?" Harvey looked up from the papers and over to the younger man that was sprawled across his couch.

"Yep."

"Walking from your office, however, to my office to lay on the less comfortable couch here isn't?"

"Nope," Mike answered without moving, keeping his eyes closed. He could hear Harvey release an exasperated sigh and knew that he rolled his eyes.

If Mike had looked over, he would have seen the fond smirk that appeared on Harvey's lips.

Another twenty minutes passed before Harvey announced that they could go home, to which, Mike was thankful for considering that his stomach had begun to grumble at least fifteen minutes ago. If Mike wasn't so focused on getting food, he would have questioned Harvey again about why he was letting Mike pick the movie tonight, any choice and why he was getting him pizza with stuffed cheese crust.

Not that Mike was complaining at all but it was Harvey.

"Did I tell you how much I love you?" Mike asked as he bite into his piece of pizza again.

"Only since the pizza got here about ten minutes ago," Harvey replied, sitting down beside him on the couch.

"Well," Mike took another bite, "I love you."

"Mhm," Harvey nodded, grabbing his own piece of pizza, "love you too." He placed the piece of pizza on his plate, "so, what movie did you decide on?"

Mike grinned something wicked and pressed play on the DVD controllers.

Harvey sat in shock for a minute before he glared at the TV and glanced back to Mike, "you've got to be kidding me."

"You said any choice."

"Any choice of DVD that we own," Harvey argued.

"We do own it."

"What?" Harvey raised a brow, "since when do we own this?"

"Since this morning," Mike grinned as he sat up and reached for another slice of pizza. He looked over at his partner and saw the man glaring at him, "as I hear it, you quite like this movie."

"Donna is so fired."

Mike just laughed and sat back against the couch. He had always swore that he was going buy Clueless and make Harvey watch it with him after Donna told him that he could quote the movie.

"Love you," Mike said again.

"We're breaking up."

Mike laughed.

After the movie was over, Harvey cleaned up while he sent Mike off with a kiss to take a shower. Regardless of how annoyed he was with Donna that she told Mike, he had enjoyed watching the movie with Mike. It was a relaxing night after a busy day at work, one that he was glad to have.

He was going to have words with Donna tomorrow morning though.

Mike was dressed in a pair of dark blue sweatpants and wearing one of Harvey's old Harvard t-shirts when he walked back out into the kitchen, toweling his wet hair while Harvey loaded the dishwasher.

"Hey Mike."

"Mhm?" Mike continued to towel his hair.

"Will you marry me?"

Mike stopped toweling his hair and focused his attention on Harvey who continued to load the dishwasher. Did he just-? "What?"

"Will you marry?" Harvey placed the square cube of soap into the dishwasher and closed the door, pressing the correct cycle option before he leaned back against it, crossing his arms at his chest.

Mike just stared at him, the towel laying limp in his hand.

"Well?" Harvey quirked a brow.

"Are you dying?"

"Mike..."

"Oh, Jesus you are!"

"Seriously?"

"Why else would you propose to me?"

"Maybe because I want to?" Harvey walked over to the island counter, standing at the edge, looking at Mike.

Mike stared at him before he dropped the towel from his hand, "what is happening right now?"

"I'm asking you if you'll marry me," Harvey replied.

"This is not happening," Mike shook his head and walked over to the long table in the dining room, bracing himself for a moment against the back of one of the chair's.

Harvey was proposing to him.

Harvey Specter was proposing to him, Mike Ross.

Harvey fucking Specter.

"You actually want to get married?" Mike spun on his heels, looking at the older man that still stood by the counter, "you?"

"Yes," Harvey nodded, serious.

"To me?"

Again Harvey nodded, "yes. Is that so hard to believe?"

"YES!"

"Why?" Harvey asked, crossing his arms, "because of what my mother did to my dad?"

"Yeah," Mike nodded, "… and because you're you and I'm..." he gestured to himself, "me."

"Exactly."

"What?" Mike furrowed his eyebrows. Now he was confused.

"Mike, how long have we been together for?" Harvey asked, stepping forward.

"Nearly two years now," Mike answered.

Harvey stepped forward again, "As a couple we've been together for two years but we've been together longer."

"… Wouldn't necessarily call it together-"

"I love you," Harvey stopped, standing directly in front of him, "because you're you. I want to marry you and spend the rest of my life with you, for some damn reason."

Mike couldn't help but to stare at him. Harvey was serious. He was really doing this. Holy shit! He was proposing! Actually proposing!

"Hang on," Mike held up a hand, "you're not even down on one knee! What the hell kind of proposal is that?"

"Remember that case we worked on a year ago?" Harvey asked already knowing the answer. "The married couple, the March's?"

"Yeah..." Mike answered slowly.

Harvey smiled, "you said that if you ever got married you didn't want an elaborate proposal. You wanted a genuine, stay at home proposal. The kind where your partner cleans up dinner after watching a movie together and they propose to you while loading the dishwasher."

Mike was in shock. He remembered that he had say that? He was listening?

"So, Mike," Harvey stepped closer while he lowered his voice, "will you marry me?"

"Yes," Mike smiled and wrapped his arms around Harvey's neck, pressing his lips against Harvey's; both of them laughing while doing so, "yes!"

Thank you for reading! I shall post the other chapters soon!

-KT xo