Title: Five Things From Which You Can't Go Back (2/5)

Pairing: D/H

Rating: K

Summary: "Was I imagining things the other day or are you actually trying to arrange a marriage between our daughter and Jessica's son?" Donna and Harvey have a chat at a park. FUTURE!FIC. D/H

A/N: This is a FUTURE!FIC. No specific time in the future. The timeline WILL NOT be chronological and possibly have SEPARATE UNIVERSES. This is a five things in the sense that there will be five chapters. Once again, I gauge interest in a story by the feedback, so please let me know what you think. Thanks for reading, enjoy!

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It's Autumn and Donna is sitting on a bench at a park near their home. There's a soft breeze blowing and her coffee is the right temperature. Perfect people-watching weather. A light chuckle brings her attention to her daughter chasing two little boys around the swing set. Her hair looks almost copper in the bright sun, a far cry from the warm auburn it usually is.

Donna is secretly pleased that her daughter's hair isn't the same red as her own, despite loving her own hair. Children can be cruel and she suffered the plight of the ginger-haired when she was young. Being called Carrots was tedious at best, but when boys would ask her if the curtains matched the drapes, she'd finally had enough and slugged one. His bloody nose and her suspension were totally worth it.

Her daughter trips and falls, sprawling out on the protective rubber surface of the playground. Donna doesn't even budge despite the overwhelming need to ensure her daughter is in one piece. Which of course, she is. Picking herself up and shaking off the initial shock of falling, she is the spitting image of her father in that moment, dark brown eyes and all. Two seconds later, she's climbing up the slide after the scrappy little blond-haired boy.

"I thought you two would be at home by now." Harvey rounds the bench and takes a seat beside her, slinging his arm carelessly along the back.

She glances at him as he takes a swig of his water; sweat tracking the center of his shirt, his legs sporting the sheen of having completed a Saturday run.

"She's having fun and I'm not getting sun burnt or suffering at home folding laundry. Win-win."

"And you say I spoil her." He tracks his finger along her shoulder absently.

"Harvey, she has you wrapped so tight around her little pinky finger it's not even funny."

"Jealous?"

She doesn't dignify that with a response, only huffs into her cup of coffee. They sit in companionable silence, watching their daughter laugh and squeal and play, relishing this time.

"Did you hear that Jessica got her son enrolled in a pre-K class already?" Donna asks.

"You're joking, right? He can barely sit up."

Nodding, Donna replies, "Apparently the admission list is already filling up."

Harvey glances at her dubiously. "Is this your way of telling me that we need to visit one of those pretentious schools and promise that our first born will be first in her class at Harvard Med or something?"

"I'd rather she go somewhere else for med school," Donna replies thoughtfully. "Some place where the students have actually been on a date and have seen the human body outside of their anatomy classes."

"A little harsh?" Harvey's hand falls casually to her knee, rubbing circles slowly. "Anyway, she just turned two. Last week she was going to be a famous artist. The week before she was going to be a Disney Princess. Are we really contemplating what med school our kid is going to? "

"I told you, this is serious business. First thing is pre-k, next comes securing the venue for her wedding."

Harvey rolls his eyes at Donna's mock seriousness, both finding the highly-strung parents of their peer group equally ridiculous. "Was I imagining things the other day or are you actually trying to arrange a marriage between our daughter and Jessica's son?"

"What? Just because he's adopted doesn't mean we can't find out where he's from."

"Donna, arranging a marriage. Really?"

"Hey, I'm just looking out. I think our kids could help even out our justice league."

"I bet Mike will have something to say about that."

Donna smirks at Harvey. "Doesn't he always. Isn't Uncle Mike coming by later? He has a one-of-a-kind hand painting waiting for him on the refrigerator."

"I thought you did that one," Harvey shoots back, moving back in anticipation of her reactive smack on the arm. "Missed."

"Are you five?"

"No but you paint like you are."

Donna decides not to dump the rest of her coffee on her husband. Just gives him a dirty look then falls into silence. His hand slowly returns, his fingers tracing along the back of her neck and giving her chills. Trying desperately not to get distracted while their child is playing with a bunch of kids, she focuses on the current mayhem on the playground.

"Your daughter is going to be a terror when she gets older," Donna states with certainty.

"Right, because you were a walk in the park."

"I was a perfect angel, thankyouverymuch. Besides, I actually took my studies seriously when I was in college. More than I can say for you."

Mock dismay overcomes his features. "Hey, I'll have you know I was an excellent student. I took great pleasure in perfecting everything set before me."

"Perfecting?" Donna lets out an unladylike snort. "Honey, you didn't even know how to do —" Harvey cups a hand over her mouth.

"Not so loud, children are near," he removes his hand when she starts licking his palm. "That's just… great. Thanks."

"As I was saying…"

"I am a wonderful, giving, loving husband?" He picks up her hand and kisses her palm softly.

"Hardly, but that a start." She watches as he pulls away to stand, frowning at the soreness in his thighs. "Going to take a shower?"

He nods before finishing the rest of his water. "I was hoping to have some company."

Donna grins impishly as he leans down and places a wet kiss on her temple. "That can be arranged… I'm feeling like pancakes could sweeten the proposition."

"Deal. I'll see you and the little fireball at home in a few?"

Donna nods as she grabs her keys and coffee then attempts to pry her daughter away from friends.

"Hey Superwoman, Daddy wants to make you pancakes!"

Her daughter stops in her tracks and looks at her with those beautiful eyes of hers. "With choc-o-late ships?"

Donna laughs at her daughter's mispronunciation. "Yes, with chocolate 'ships'."

"Can I have strawberries too?"

"Only if you come here right now and put on your shoes," Donna enjoys negotiating with their daughter. She only fears the day when her daughter will win.

The little girl weighs her odds. "Deal."

Donna rolls her eyes to herself as her daughter scrambles into her sandals. Spitting image of her father.

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A/N: Next chap may be in the future or the past. Je ne sais pas. Thanks for read/reviewing! I didn't name the kid. I spent a ridiculous amount of time thinking of one and… yeah.