A/N: Hi sweet Darvey fans! I know I have a few other stories to finish but don't be too harsh, life has been really hard lately. Anyway, I wrote this fluffy piece today so thought I'd share it. The idea came to me after a chat with my friends about how many items our kids needed to start school, it's a bit insane actually!

This will be a two chapter fic and I will post the next chapter in a few days after I read it again (and if I see people are somewhat interested in reading it...)

If it makes you smile please leave a comment!

"Harvey, it's your turn… "

Her breath is hot against his skin. He feels her lips on his neck, just under his jawbone leaving a kiss in that spot. This woman always had strong negotiation skills. He trails his fingers up her back until they reach the nape of her neck, guiding her head closer until his lips reaches hers. He needs to gain control… If only she wasn't so hot.

Her tongue finds his and he feels himself becoming weak, she'll win, once again, she always does. "You know, I can't be as good as you at THIS," he mumbles between hot kisses.

He feels her fingers scraping his inner thigh, trailing higher and higher, giving him goosebumps for what's to come. Her mouth moves softly across his cheek. "Harvey," she whispers breathily. "I remember you once told me it looked quite easy and that you would be good at it."

He opens his eyes. He had kept them close since she started begging for him to do THAT thing because he knew one look at her and he would say yes right away. Even when they weren't a couple, he would have done anything for her. As soon as she locks eyes with him, she pushes herself up on her elbows and slowly sits herself on him, taking him fully. She's so warm around him, dammit. He surrenders completely, letting his hands find her waist as she rocks painfully slow on him.

"Fuck. Donna. You know I will suck at it. I can't…"

He can't finish his sentence. She moves a leg and somehow manages to make this even better. He digs his fingers in her waist as her body undulates on him. "Oh dear god," he moans as she moves her hips on him. "Okay. Yes. YOU WIN. I'll do it."

He would like to take it slow but it's been like this for a little more than eight years now: she's the one calling the shots, always. She's undoing him completely until he's left panting, unable to talk.

She rolls off of him, resting by his side while he tries to catch his breath. She takes his hand and he sees her smile in the morning darkness. He smiles back.

"You can go to that spa with Rachel, I'll take care of it."

Every day spent with them -his two women as he likes to call them- makes him happier. Sometimes, he feels emotional just thinking they waited that long. They could have spent all those years, his 'younger years' as she likes to tease him, HAPPY.

Instead, he spent all those years torturing himself, being jealous of every guy she dated, just because he was scared of losing her. But maybe also, all this made them stronger too? They'll never know.

They only have this one story to tell and it is that they met and did everything backward: they had sex, fell in love, ignored it, grew closer and closer, needed each other, said 'I love you', pretty much got a divorced while never been married (when she went to work for Louis) and then, she came back and they continued being friends. All that until they fought that night at the office and everything exploded. It was stupid really, he can't even remember what it was about. But he will always remember her face when she started crying, when for once he didn't resist taking her in his arms to comfort her, then he apologized and her face was close, so close, their lips met on their own accord and he repeated so many times he was sorry for hurting her… And then he apologized some more to her, on the couch, the desk and in her apartment.

When she told him a few weeks later that she was late, he wasn't surprised. They had done it pretty much every day, on every surface available, always unexpectedly so without any care in the world for using any protection. He had never been happier in his entire life… Until he saw HER.

She was perfect.

She was everything he had always loved about Donna and that child was blessed with having none of his flaws, only possessing their best traits.

She was as perfect as their love for each other.

Amanda pulls on the sleeve of his jacket. "What are you thinking about daddy?" She's looking at him with her big brown eyes, dark eyelashes contrasting with how pale her strawberry blonde hair is. He scoops her up in his arms. "I was thinking about how much I love you."

"You forgot to shave a spot," she says her little finger touching under his chin. Looking attentively at his face she suddenly starts giggling. "You have white hairs in your beard!"

"And you have Nutella behind your ear!" he starts tickling her, laughing too. At seven years old, she's getting heavy, and obviously he's getting older, his back often killing him, but having his little girl in his arms is something he still hopes to enjoy a few more years. The elevator stops and he puts her down, she slips her hand in his and they step out. She stops and looks at the wall. "I always think it is funny seeing my name on the wall, daddy! Does that mean everything here is ours?"

"Ours. And also Aunt Jessica and Uncle Louis and Aunt Rachel."

They walk into his office and she puts her schoolbag on his desk. He sits in his chair and starts reading a file Jessica had left for him the night before.

Amanda opens her schoolbag and pulls out a sheet of paper.

"Daddy," she starts whining while waving the sheet of paper between his face and the file he's reading. "My Back to School List!"

"Goddamit!" He puts a hand on his mouth realizing he just swore in front of his kid, once again. "I did promise your mom I'd do it."

She jumps in front of his desk. "I start school TOMORROW daddy! Tomorroooooow!"

He takes a moment to think. That file Jessica left on his desk is serious business and there's no way he has time to run errands today… "See kiddo, since your name is on the wall, take whatever you need for school supply."

The little girl raises an eyebrow and crosses her arms, instantly reminding him of her mom. "Daddy, do you think that is such a good idea?" She even uses the same tone, it melts his heart.

He chuckles and takes the list from the little girl standing across his desk.

"Don't worry Amanda, people won't notice a thing." He sits back in his chair as the little girl rolls her eyes and skips to his record collection. She looks at the albums covers while Harvey's eyes skim through the list. Many items have been crossed off the list already, recuperated from last year, but she still needs more than he could have imagined.

Two pencil sharpener?

Five white erasers?

Two boxes of facial tissues?

Twelves washable markers?

Three blue ink pen, and red, and black?

…Spiral notebooks?

…Highlighters?

Notebooks (no spirals)?

…and the list goes on, and on, and on.

Now, he is looking at his daughter who's still browsing through album covers and he's trying to hide his distress. "Wait. Amanda?" He clears his throat. "You are seven, right? Will you really use all this stuff?"

She turns and looks at him, a record still in her hands. "You know I'm almost eight and Mommy warned me about this: she gave me Ray's number in case you…"

If he can't do it, Donna will tease him forever about it.

"Amanda, I'm not saying I can't. I'm just asking because…do you really need everything?"

She looks exasperated and rolls her eyes. "Daddy it isn't fatul-ca-tive."

"The word is facultative Amanda. And I wonder if all this stuff is optional, do you know what I mean?"

She makes an overly offended face and plants her balled fists at her waist. An actress, just like her mother. "I'm starting third grade! Of course I know what it means! I need everything on that list in my backpack."

He sighs heavily. "Okay, let's start right now then…"