AN: this is my first Suits fic so be gentle! I am used to writing for Timeless so forgive me if they seem a little OOC… my brain is still writing for Lyatt lol. It might take a while for me to get their characters down but I promise I'll get there. This chapter is Harvey's POV (mostly but there's a tiny bit of Donna's because I suck at committing to one POV lol).

Harvey could count on one hand the number of times he's held a baby. As he gently swayed the child he leaned against the counter, trying to fight off another panic attack. His mind swirled as he went over the whirlwind of events that happened that morning. In a matter of five minutes he went from best closer in New York, dressed in a suit and tie about to go grab a bagel and coffee to being roughly handed a baby and a diaper bag by a distraught woman at his door wearing sunglasses and a hat.

"She's yours" was all the mystery woman spoke before she took off down the hall leaving Harvey dumbfounded and holding a crying infant. That was over an hour ago. It took Harvey 45 minutes to get her to stop crying, he was sure the neighbors were going to call the police. It took another 15 minuets, and apparently, the sound of the faucet running, to get her to fall asleep which brings Harvey to now. Remembering Ray was still out front waiting for Harvey he silently cursed and took out his phone to let him know it was okay to leave. As Harvey rocked the sleeping child back and forth he spotted the diaper bag, surely there must be a letter or something. Looking around for somewhere to put the baby down his eyes landed on the door to his bedroom. Laying her down in the middle of the bed he built a pillow fort around the baby, praying she wouldn't roll over and fall off. Walking back into the kitchen he emptied the contents of the bag onto the counter. The last thing that floated out was a folded piece of paper, 'Harvey' was written in a neat cursive. Skimming the words his suspicions were confirmed.

She is definitely his daughter

Her name is Hannah

She's 10 months' old

As Harvey began to inspect the other contents of the bag a sharp cry pierced through the apartment. Another 45 minuets of soothing later Harvey realized he was in way over his head. He took out his phone and pressed the first number on his speed dial, silently begging for an answer.

"Harvey it's 8 am on a Saturday, this better pretty goddamn important!" Donna hissed through the phone. Harvey winced and instantly felt bad for calling her this early but he was desperate. He took a deep breath before continuing,

"Donna please come over I need your help." He whispered.

"Why are you whispering." She sounded more annoyed.

"I'll explain when you get here just please hurry." A slight panic filled his voice. He heard her sigh and mumble something before replying,

"You owe me Specter." 30 minutes later she was at his apartment, drink carrier holding two vanilla lattes in one hand, the other raised to knock on the door. Before her knuckles made contact the door swung open. The snarky comment Donna had locked and loaded died on her tongue when she saw baby in Harvey's arms. Looking at the sleeping child Donna guessed she couldn't be more than nine or ten months' old. She quickly noticed two small freckles above the baby's eyebrow, a dead giveaway for who's child this probably was. She then took in the small curls of strawberry blonde hair. It was an eerie combination, if she didn't know better….

"Harvey did we have a child that I don't know about?" She asked making her way into the apartment. She smiled as she heard a light chuckle from the man.

"Oh believe me, you'd know if you had my baby, Donna." He flirted, he couldn't help it, it just came naturally around Donna. Hannah started fussing before Donna could form a response. She quickly snatched the baby out of Harvey's arms and shoved the drinks at him. Going to set them on the kitchen counter he smiled at the sight he saw when he turned back around. Donna stood there raising the baby above her head and making funny noises, the baby squealed with laughter. In less than two seconds Hannah went from the brink of a meltdown to happy, Harvey was astonished, Donna definitely has that effect on people.

"How did you do that?" Harvey stood in awe, watching the two Harvey's chest tightened. Donna in a t-shirt and jeans, hair tied up, no make-up, waltzing around his apartment with a red-haired baby girl it all just seemed… right.

"What's the little cuties name?" Donna cooed at the girl.

"I'm Harvey, Donna you know that." He teased. She smiled and rolled her eyes.

"I meant the baby." She said as she shifted the girl to her hip.

"Hannah, the note says her name is Hannah." Harvey walked over to the counter and fished around for the piece of paper. Donna sucked in a breath.

"What's wrong" Harvey asked, immediately concerned.

"It's nothing" Donna deflected, embarrassed about being affected by something so trivial. Harvey raised an eyebrow and she caved, "it's just ever since I was a kid I dreamed of having a little girl," she softy stroked the baby's soft curls, debating whether she should share the rest of her story, "named Hannah." Harvey's gaze met hers, he watched as she continued to run her fingers through Hannah's hair. Both unsure what to say to Donna's confession.

"Why did you call me Harvey?" She asked putting her hand on the hip not currently supporting the baby. He had to fight back a laugh, she looked like such a mom. Baby on her hip while simultaneously giving him a stern look.

"I didn't know what to do, she just showed and handed her to me. I figured you would know what to do." He shrugged.

"What so you see breasts and instantly think mommy?" she fired. Harvey not so discreetly shifted his gaze down to her chest and then back up with his signature smirk. "You're such an ass" she laughed. "Do you remember who left her, I'm sure there's something legally we can do."

"She showed up in a hat with sunglasses covering half her face, she was gone before I even registered that she was there." Harvey sighed and sat down on a bar stool, he rubbed his hands across his face before looking back at Donna and Hannah, "I couldn't even tell you what color hair she had."

"I'm going to take a wild guess and say red" Donna laughed. Harvey softly exhaled, clearly not in the mood for jokes.

"That doesn't make any sense the only red head I've ever slept with is-"

"Harvey I swear to god don't even finish that sentence."

Harvey just groaned and put his head in his hands. "Please Donna, I don't know what to do. I'm completely out of my element here." Harvey held his breath as he watched Donna continue to run her fingers through the baby's hair, pretending to think about it. Eventually her face broke out into a smile,

"Fine but we're going to have to go shopping, you have absolutely nothing here for a baby."