Hey! It's been a very, very long time since I've posted anything on here. But it's also been a long time since I've written anything for the suits fandom, so I'm not sure if you guys are on fanfiction or archiveofourown anymore, so this will be posted to both places! I just started rewatcing suits, and I've read all the family fics regarding Harvey as Mike's dad, or Donna/Harvey/Mike as a family, and was inspired. I'd love everybody's fic recommendations? No slash though, guys.

anyways, I have three full chapters written for this already and I will be posting once a week for the next three weeks, and then we'll see how my writing has progressed from there.

Archiveofourown username: notsofluffyunicorn. If you guys wanna follow me on tumblr, or check out my riverdale, supergirl, Brooklyn nine-nine fics, go ahead!

Disclaimer: I legitimately own nothing regarding suits, I am too poor to even celebrate my friends birthday this weekend which sucks, so you guys can keep me company instead.

One

The same four words were circulating through her mind on a continuous loop. They were pulling at her subconscious viciously, taunting her, threatening her. All she wanted to do was grab at her hair and pull hard, she wanted to do anything, anything, to dispel those words from her mind.

He wants full custody.

Donna wanted to scream at her social worker as she spoke those four, tiny, life changing words. She couldn't though, for fear of rattling one of the many people that now apparently stood in her way of fulfilling her promise.

"You can't," She began, her voice hoarse. Her tongue darted out to wet her lips as she begged the tears burning in her eyes not to fall. "You can't let him anywhere near my son. Please, Sara, you don't understand." She pleaded. "He's.. Mike's birth father, he's not a good man."

Sara's eyebrow cocked suspiciously, her eyes visibly narrowing as she seemed to take in Donna's flustered appearance. Donna's back straightened in response, her own eyes squinting slightly as she mentally begged for Sara not to pursue her on this.

"Don, you know I can't just take your word for it," She said cautiously, seemingly picking her words very carefully. "We're either going to need the full story, or you're going to have to just let the chips fall where they may." She explained diplomatically, her hands stretching across the table to grasp Donna's.

Her eyes moved from Sara's and over to her three year old little boy who was curled up on the couch, sleeping peacefully after being awake half the night from a nightmare. Her heart was aching painfully as the dread, panic and years old terror threatened to overwhelm her. She could quite happily live the rest of her life without ever thinking, seeing, or talking about Jackson Ross ever again. However, the thought of Jackson even having a chance of getting her son… her blood was boiling.

"Listen to me," She hissed out quietly, her eyes not straying from Mike's sleeping form. "Jackson is not a good man. He abused me for nearly two years, and he didn't care who saw. He certainly didn't care that our son was feeding from me when he threw me across the bedroom." She revealed grievously, her gaze finally meeting Sara's as she readied herself to open up about her ex-husband to someone who was still essentially a stranger. "He controlled my entire life. He pushed everyone out of my life, including my parents. Jackson was clever, he made sure he left me vulnerable, he made sure I had nobody left in my life apart from him." She divulged, her throat beginning to close up.

Sara held her hand up to pause her in her story. "Donna, are you telling me that the man trying to gain custody over Mike is abusive? He's dangerous?" She inquired, her tone severe as she wiped underneath her eyes, not bothering to hide the fact that the tidbits of information Donna had entrusted her with had affected her.

Donna nodded her head furiously. "That is exactly what I'm saying, Sara. You need to help me, he can't get anywhere near Mike." She begged, standing up and walking around the kitchen island to get to her son. Her arms were aching with the need to hold him. She needed to be near him to feel any semblance of calm. She skilfully hoisted the sleeping Mike up into her arms and held him close, her nose pushing against the soft strands of his hair as she breathed him in deeply. "Please." She implored, glancing up at Sara.

Sara inhaled sharply and shook her head, as though something wild had completely crossed her mind. "I can't promise anything, but I'm going to help you." She vowed. "I'm a victim myself, Donna, and if what you're saying is true… then I'm not prepared to stand by idly while there's a possibility that an innocent child can end up in a dangerous environment."

Donna sagged in relief and held Mike that little bit tighter.

"My advice? Get a lawyer. I'm officially your social worker, so I can plead your case with Child Services, but they will have questions. Your only option at this point is to report your ex-husband to the police. That's where the lawyer is going to come in, because you will be asked a lot of incriminating questions from Jackson's attorney, and it won't be pretty. If Jackson decides to fight your for custody even after the police report has been made and no charges have been pressed, than your lawyer will need to fight for you on that, too."

Donna listened intently to Sara's advice, her eyes following the shaky movement of the slightly older womans hands as she gathered her things together. "Sara," She breathed. "I - thank you, so much. A friend of my mothers is an assistant at one of the top firms, I'll call her as soon as you leave and set up a meeting with some lawyers." She nodded firmly, more to herself than to the social worker. "I honestly can't thank you enough for this."

Sara shook her head instantly. "Don't thank me until that little boy in your arms is yours permanently."

Donna quietly followed her out into the hall, her hand rubbing up and down Mike's back as he snuggled closer, his face nuzzling against her throat. She felt the inexplicable urge to just cry, but Mike was her anchor. Instead of cry, she pressed a kiss to his forehead.

"I'll call you as soon as I've met with my lawyer. What will you do?" She questioned, using her hip to hold the door of her apartment open.

"I'm going to put in a request that all further action is ceased until a police report has been made. I have to note down the allegations being made against his father, of course, but the most that'll happen from our end until the police decide if he's being charged is you might have a couple of phone calls, and you might see me a few times." She shrugged nonchalantly. "One thing at a time though, yeah? I know how hard this is, Donna, and I know the only real reason you're even risking reporting him is for that little boy. You're a good mom, and I'm going to try really hard to keep him with you." She smiled softly at her before spinning on her heel and heading towards the elevator.

Donna shut the door as quietly as she could manage before walking towards her bedroom, intent on laying Mike down for the reminder of his nap on her bed where she could lay next to him and make the phone call that would get the ball rolling on this, quite frankly, terrifying decision of hers.

"Norma? Hi, it's Donna. Donna Paulsen," She greeted shyly when the phone was answered. She curled up closer to Mike and glanced down at him, his beautiful face only solidifying her decision. She breathed in deeply and steeled herself.

"Norma, I need a list of all the best lawyers you've got."