Hi All! I have been writing this Darvey fiction since late S6. However, going old school here. Mike's secret is still alive in PSL; Jessica is married to Jeff and contemplating adoption; Mike and Rachel are married and, of course, Donna and Harvey are married w/children. My continuing saga of Mr. and Mrs. Specter: Donna wants more than being Harvey's wife, secretary, and mother of his children and Harvey gives it to her...I am up to 11 chapters but I am posting the first two to see who might like and if I should continue...Thank you all - Love Carebearmaxi

Mr. and Mrs. Specter: New Ventures

Chapter 1

Harvey Specter, respected top notch name partner of Pearson, Specter, Litt corporate law firm, hit the punching bag hard as he enjoyed his morning workout. This type of workout suited a man like Harvey. A man in his late forties, married to his secretary, Donna, for the last seven years, and a father of two adorable children. He looked forward to this workout every other day. It set him apart and kept him tough albeit the lines around his deep brown eyes were growing deeper and any balding areas on his head were concealed by his straight spike hairdo which he had been wearing since the time after he was an Assistant District Attorney. A whopping almost twenty years.

Suddenly a pain in his chest coerced him to stop. He was breathing heavy and he told his trainer he needed to sit for just a minute. Harvey had grown a little middle age spread as was nature, but he kept any of that in check by his workouts and jogging. His father, Gordon, had been only a couple of years older than Harvey when he suddenly died of a heart attack which was why Harvey maintained a strict exercise regimen. The fear of dying can convince one to either make change or just accept dying and not live at all.

Harvey had many reasons to live. Donna, not only the best legal assistant in the world, but she was also the best wife in the world and his best friend. He could never be without her and she certainly felt the same. Together they had finally realized after ten years what had been considered the elephant in the room-their romantic love for each other. They had slept together once before and maintained the facade of just platonic caring for ten years before Harvey realized he was tired of being alone and wanted only one woman. It was not Scottie with whom he had shared a flirtatious off/on relationship during law school and after. It was Donna. The one woman he had discovered possessed his heart and soul with both hands and he hoped she never would release them.

"Give me a second, Tom. I'm just a little tired, I guess," Harvey said as he held a splayed hand to his chest.

"Harvey, you've had enough for today. Hit the shower and then go home," Tom Bleech, his trainer commanded him. Tom looked at a sweating Harvey whose partially wrapped hand splayed in the middle of his chest. Tom had seen men Harvey's age think they could maintain heavy boxing working outs which called for a degree of stamina and thought they would never make it. However, Tom had been Harvey's trainer for years and Harvey had never once, in all the years, had a faltering in his stamina like this.

"I'll take a shower, but I'm due in the office. If I don't show up who else is going to fight the SEC and corporate monopolies," Harvey stated between gulps of air.

Tom, a man similar to Harvey in age and shape, said, "Suit yourself, Harvey. Just don't die on me. My malpractice insurance isn't up to date."

Harvey wanted to continue the clever repartee, but he suddenly had an intense pain in his chest and could not breathe. He clutched his chest and keeled over lying on the cold cement floor of the gym breathing heavily.

With a voice that no one would ever recognize coming from the feared Harvey Specter, Harvey clutched at his chest and said, "Call Donna and 911".

Tom had already called 911 by the time Harvey had dropped to the floor.

"He's had a minor heart attack. No damage done to his heart muscle but he is suffering from a blockage which we are going to open with a stent angioplasty. That way that artery won't collapse and get blocked again," Dr. Angh had explained to Donna.

"I know his father died of a heart attack at about Harvey's age. I don't understand Harvey basically never smoked that much and he drinks now and again but not excessively and he's always working out."

"Like you said," it can be genetic. However, generally, his heart is strong and he is in good health. So it's likely he can go home in a day or two without any complications. So hang in there, Mrs. Specter."

Dr. Angh was younger than both Donna and Harvey but he was a highly respected physician at New York Hospital. In the many hours that Donna had spent in the emergency room and then on the cardiac floor waiting room, Donna had done some investigation of the doctor and his credentials were exemplary. So she felt good that her husband's life was in his hands, literally.

Finally she was allowed to see him. Deciding to be flippant and sarcastic was the best way to approach this difficult situation because she knew it was difficult for him to see her cry. He always felt so helpless when he saw her cry; however, through the years they had spent together he had finally learned that all she ever needed was a hug and a little reassurance from him. Even if he was in work mode and tried to be that once emotionally inept man he could not. Harvey had told her once after Amanda had started talking in fully intelligible sentences that it was the result of becoming a father and knowing that he was fully responsible for the growth of another human being which had affected his behavior.

Harvey was awake when she walked in.

"So, Specter, if you wanted a few days away from your wife and kids, all you had to do was ask."

Harvey smirked and said, "I love you, too." Donna bent and kissed him. Donna's kiss just hanging on a little longer than their usual casual kisses was the only way that Harvey would really know how affected she was by seeing him lying there.

Donna sat on the bed and took his hand silently. Harvey kissed it and apologized for being a burden.

"What's this? The great and feared Harvey Specter actually apologizing for being alive for his wife and children and his countless corporate clients who count on him for fighting excessive taxation and illegal stock manipulations," Donna said and then turned away because she had to turn away with the magnitude of what could have happened.

"Donna, I'm not that sick. The doctor told me he put a stent in my vein so I don't have any more blockages. He even said I can go back to work in a few days."

Donna turned back and said, "I was scared. I know what happened to your father. I was the one who broke the news to you when he died, so when I got the call from Thomas I almost thought he was going to say you were lying dead on the gym floor."

Harvey leaned forward carefully and stroked the side of his wife's face. His expressive brown eyes showed all his love for her and he tried to demonstrate how grateful he really was that his mild heart attack had not been worse. Just before Donna had been allowed in to see him, the doctor had told him how lucky he was. Harvey acknowledged it immediately.

Harvey went home the next day. He returned to the firm the day after his one day sick time. Much to his wife's chagrin.

They were riding in Harvey's car with Ray driving. When he heard about the "boss" he was truly alarmed and assured Mrs. "boss" that he was there for them no matter what they needed or the hour.

Donna who was truly touched because not many people loved Harvey. Most people who encountered him on a daily basis kept their space because they thought him cold and emotionless. Those who truly did know him knew different and had always recognized that he was tough but fair. He carried that persona with everyone except for his wife and children. Donna could intrinsically penetrate that wall and so could their children: Amanda 5 1/2 years old and Gordon 4 years old. Despite what anyone thought of Harvey as a young, womanizing, cold hearted son of a bitch, he was quite the opposite. Most of the world knew Harvey now and most, like Ray, had always known that Harvey Reginald Specter was truly a good man.

"Don't you think it a little soon going into the firm?" Donna asked Harvey as they sat in the back of the big black Lexus.

"No. Louis came back after only a few days when he had his heart attack a couple of years ago."

"It was more than a couple of years ago. We weren't even married yet when that happened."

"Yes, Louis has been in exceedingly, annoyingly good health since then. Considering the type of guy he is I'm not surprised he hasn't had another heart attack."

"Harvey..." Donna said warningly.

"No. I didn't mean I wanted Louis to have a heart attack. I'm just saying I'm in much better shape and I have someone who likes to take care of me," Harvey said smiling that wonderful narcissitic grin at his wife.

Donna rolled her eyes and said," You keep smiling like that and you'll not only be finding yourself a new secretary but a wife."

Then they both looked at one another and laughed releasing the pent-up emotion that both felt as they began a new precarious adventure together as the car stopped at the curb in front of the building which housed the firm.