Harvey found himself walking along an empty street, accompanied by darkness and fog and didn't know where he was heading. After walking for a few minutes, he spotted street light that was lit at the distance but underneath is stood a woman with a trench coat and heels. He walked towards the streetlight as the woman turned around. As he walked closer he saw that the woman had red hair...it was Donna.

Slowly he increased his pace as his footsteps echoed along the street watching her as she suddenly turned into a building. He jogged a little to stand outside the building and saw that it was abandoned as he opened the door and walked in slowly.

Inside was dark and empty with the only source of light coming from the lightbulb in the middle as Donna stood underneath it.

"She's not real," Mike whispered. Harvey looked to his sides as he didn't see Mike.

"She's gone, Harvey. Gone baby gone." Jessica whispered as he took another step towards her.

"You could never be a great father, you're a workaholic and always will be." Daniel Hardman whispered.

"You couldn't even take care of your son," Rachel whispered.

Suddenly the whispers became louder as the voices whispered at the same time as he walked more towards Donna. He quickly walked towards her until he stepped into the zone of the light but as he looked at her there was nothing. He couldn't see her face and as he looked down her body the coat collapsed onto the heels.

He turned around and he saw Donna lying down on the floor sobbing.

"Donna..."

"Get away from me. Look what you made me do!" Donna spat out as she walking towards her with her body covered in blood.

"FUCK!" Harvey said getting up and screaming as he began to breathe heavily. He put his hands on his face and viciously wiped his sweat away still exhaling deeply. He looked at the time and saw that it was 07:30 knowing that Angela had to reach there for 09:00.

He entered his bathroom and turned the tap of the sink letting the cold water get colder as he washed his face from his sweat and turned the tap off drying his face with a towel. He walked out of his room and slowly opened the guest room and saw the sheets were all over the place. Her head ended up in the top right corner of the bed, one leg bent and the other hanging out the bottom of the covers. One arm above her head, the other completely off the side of the bed. He walked towards her bed and put Rocket next to her.

"Harvey! Harvey!" Donna screamed rushing over to Harvey who was lying down in the corner of their nursery and bleeding. "Harv, who did this to you?" She could see the blood trickling through his white button-up shirt. His blood smelled like a smithy, like raw iron and earth. She ran as fast she could in her flats to get her cell phone and called 911.

He looked up at her with his half-closed eyes and croaked out "Burglar."

"It's a boy," Donna said as unbuttoning his shirt and applied pressure to the wound so stop more blood from leaking below his pectorals, "We're having a boy Harvey." His eyes were closed and Donna let her tears fall freely.

The paramedics arrived within 10 minutes with Mike, Rachel and Louis arriving five minutes after the paramedics. "Donna?!" Rachel rushed into her apartment following the paramedics.

"He was shot," Donna said with tears flooding down her face as she moved away from him and let the paramedics do their job.

"He'll be okay," Louis said giving Donna a hug as well.

"Come on, Mike can drive us to the hospital," Rachel asked.

"No, I want to ride with Harvey," Donna whispered.

"I'm sorry but, there isn't much room in the ambulance when dealing with this type of injury. We need all the space to stop the bleeding and hopefully remove the bullet in the process," one of the medics informed her.

"Come on," Rachel said escorting Donna out of the room.

They followed the ambulance all the way to the hospital while Rachel and Louis tried to get Donna to calm down.

"He has to make it," Donna whispered once they were situated in a waiting room, "He has to… I mean… we're having a baby. I don't want him to live without a father."

"He's going to be okay, Donna," Mike assured her as he placed a hand gently on her back.

The hours slowly rolled which only stressed Donna out as time passed. She needed to see his eyes with that special shine that only appeared when she was around and his cocky smile that she hadn't gotten so used to seeing. She needed to wrap her arms around him and him to tell her about they'd be counting stars instead of worrying about all the stress of parenthood.

"Rachel, the doctor's here," Mike said looking at the doctor coming out of the operation theatre and approaching them.

"Is he dead?" Donna asked the surgeon bluntly.

"No," the man said in his English accent and black wavy hair as he took his gloves off and disposed them in the bin next to them, "It was a simple surgery, it would have been complicated if he had damaged one of his internal organs but luckily it was stuck along his ribs and he only fractured it. It'll take about 6 weeks to recover and I recommend he has severe bed rest.."

Donna let out a sigh of relief and tears formed in her eyes again. "Can I see him?"

"He's still under the effects of anaesthesia and won't wear off until tomorrow. I think you should all go and relax now. Come back tomorrow and you can all come." the man explained.

"But I need to see him. He's my husband." Donna said with more force than intended.

The surgeon nodded understandingly and door a deep sigh pinching his nose. His attention turned towards her as he saw the pain she was in. "Only for a few minutes."

Donna followed the surgeon to the room where Harvey was recovering in while everyone else kept their place in the waiting rooms.

She stood outside staring at the door and finally congregated up the courage to go in. She saw his weak body and sat on the chair next to his bed holding his hand tightly.

"I can't stay long Harv', I wanted you to know that I love you. I didn't know if you were going to make it." She looked at his face and noticed how pale he looked from the blood loss. "I guess if God exists then he's telling us that you'll live long enough so that our little boy can grow up with his Daddy." She placed her free hand on her belly and rubbed it gently. She felt a little flutter and at first, she wasn't sure what it was. Then she smiled. She lifted Harvey's hand and placed it gently on her swollen abdomen, just below her belly button. "His first kick." She whispered kissing his cheek before the doctor arrived to escort her out.

Harvey made himself and Angela the same breakfast he made himself yesterday. He knew that he needed some originality because she's getting sick of having the same breakfast every day but the smell was enough to draw Angela out of bed and to the breakfast table by eight.

"Morning, Uncle Harvey," Angela groaned stretching and lazily rubbing her eye.

"Morning," Harvey said setting a plate in front of her. "Orange juice or milk?"

"Can I have chocolate milk, Uncle Harv'?" Angela sheepishly asked.

"Out of chocolate milk and Uncle Harv'?" Harvey asked questioning him raising his eyebrow.

"I can't be bothered to say your full name, too much of a commitment this early," Angela said yawning.

"You're not lactose intolerant, are you?" Harvey asked pouring a glass of normal milk for her.

"Nope," Angela said taking the milk and slowly sipping it. "Oh," Angela shrugged and took a big swig of the milk, "No, I think I'm ok."

"Is there anything else you're allergic to? Peanuts….dust…boys..."

Angela pursed her lips in thought then nodded, "Vegetables, mostly the green coloured ones." she smiled slyly at him, her chin still pointed towards her plate.

"I guess I can't even make you my special vegetable lasagna with extra cheese. The ones that Gordon Ramsay loves making. I guess I'll have to eat it all alone." Harvey said tilting his head and closing his lips but trying to hide his smile.

"I change my mind," Angela said smiling.

"You can't change your mind to what you're allergic too."

"I guess I'm not allergic to vegetables at all. It must be a miracle from Jesus." Angela said pointing her fingers to her forehead, chest and shoulders to form a cross as she smirked at the same time as he knew she wasn't religious at all.

"Well I don't know how to make lasagne, but I'll learn how to make it just for you," Harvey said smiling.

"Did you just lie to me after I lied?" Angela asked shocked.

"I did, who you gonna call?" Harvey asked raising his eyebrow.

"GHOSTBUSTERS!" Angela shouted earning a laugh between both of them.

Angela was ready by the time Harvey asked her to be by the door. She was wearing a blue sweater with grey sweatpants and black rain boots just in case the weather forecasted rain. Harvey knocked on the door gently which caught Angela's attention.

"Come in," Angela said smiling.

Harvey opened the door and his attention diverted from what she was wearing her suitcase and staring at her shin pads, soccer socks and trainers.

"You're doing soccer?" Harvey asked curiously

"I am," Angela said rubbing the back of her neck feeling a little nervous that he found out she was doing soccer.

"Well, this is all news to me, Angela. So let's go then if you're already dressed. I'll be by the door." Harvey said pointing towards the door and walking out.

"Let me just pack my clothes in my backpack," Angela said nodding.

Harvey decided to take a cab that morning because he wanted to know the shortest route towards the centre but it didn't stop the car ride being silent as he was on his phone responding to his text messages and she was reading Mr and Mrs Twit, not exactly the most relevant book but it was still Roald Dahl.

Once they were dropped off he walked her into the building and felt out of place with Moms fixing ballet skirts and tucking bows on their children's shoes and little girls bouncing around like Christmas morning.

"I've got it from here Uncle Harvey," Angela patted him on the arm.

"You sure? I don't have to fill out forms or-"

"Sorted all the out before my trip here," Angela said smiling.

"Erm, I'll pick you up at 3 then. Bye then." Harvey said smiling back and awkwardly leaving.

It was Saturday morning and the plan was to go shopping for the nursery and Harvey thanked God when he saw thunderstorm and lightening overtaking the gloomy New York morning skyline.

"I was looking forward to shopping Harv'," Donna sighed as she closed the blinds and joined Harvey on the couch.

"You know we can go any other day," he said, "Why don't we start painting? We've enough paint to get half the room done."

"Yeah, why not?" Donna said smiling.

"You might want to change out of those clothes though, you'll ruin your maternity jeans. You know, the same maternity jeans that cost $29.99!" Harvey said emphasizing on the price making Donna roll her eyes.

Donna changed into a pair of grey sweatpants and one of Harvey's old t-shirts had her hair in a messy bun before joining him in the nursery. She watched as Harvey pop open the can of paint with the end of a flat screwdriver and pour it into a roller-brush bucket.

Donna tried to hide her smile. "You know we never had our Honeymoon?" she half-teased.

"But you told me you never wanted one," Harvey said opening her eyes sort of shocked she bought it up.

"It'd be nice if we have one you know," Donna said putting her head on her shoulder and staring at Harvey painting.

"We could go Hollywood as you wanted," Harvey said casually.

"You knew I would agree to this?" Donna said asking. "Naughty Harvey!" Donna said as she stuck a hand on her hip.

"I was hoping you would. Saves us from getting a bit from a tsetse fly if you wanted to go to Belize or South Africa."

After they finished painting they had a cup of tea and stared at each other in the nursery. She had paint on her nose and he had some paint on his lips and she had an idea. She crawled towards Harvey and slowly straddled his hips causing his to put his mug away from him.

"You're in some mood today aren't you, my love?" Harvey asked putting his hands on her hips and staring into her eyes as she slowly bit her lip.

She leaned her head onto her shoulder and forced Harvey to lean against the wall. "I was thinking I don't need these clothes on," she whispered huskily as she grabbed her hands onto the hem of her shirt and began pulling it off over her head.

As the shirt began to reach her face showing her bra, he saw that she slowly moved it over her lips and he took the opportunity to put his hands on her cheek to kiss her making her yelp a little as she quickly threw the shirt off her face before he could get her lips against hers. "Slow and steady Harvey." She whispered teasing her.

"Not when you drive me this crazy you tease," Harvey whispered back putting his hand on her thigh. Donna's hands moved down his chest and began unbuckling Harvey's belt. "You seriously going to have sex with me in our son's nursery?"

"You're seriously going to question me in the middle of foreplay?" Donna asked taking his belt off and throwing it next to him as her finger began to unbutton his pants taking off the top button.

"You're right. Don't stop."

"You've got some blue paint on your lips, Harvey."

Harvey looked at his lips and was about to remove it with his finger but Donna stopped him by putting his hand down.

"What are you thinking?" Harvey asked curiously. She trailed her finger over the edge of the roller-brush bucket and smeared more paint over his lips. Once she finished she bit her lip and moved her mouth towards his ears.

"You've got blue on your lips and I've got red, let's make purple," Donna said seductively as their lips slowly moulded together.

He returned at towards the centre at 2:45 making the mistake of leaving early because he thought there'd be traffic. When he arrived, Angela was sitting alone in the lobby with a cup of water and a half-eaten banana. The teacher's voice was counting over classical music in the big studio to the right. Harvey looked through the window where some parents were standing with noses pressed to the glass and saw every single one of the other little girls taking turns leaping across the floor. "What's wrong?" Harvey asked and sat by her on the bench.

Before she could open her mouth, a lady who had an uncanny resemblance to Rosamund Pike came darting from the back with wet paper towels in hand. "Eat that whole banana Angela, now." She placed one of the paper towels on the back of Angela's neck and wiped her forehead off with the other.

"You don't mind if I ask what's wrong with her?" Harvey asked confused.

"You're her…?"

"Uncle." He answered before Angela said a word.

"She had heat stroke and cramps during training. Angela wasn't very well prepared, she didn't even have her lunch with her." He stared at Angela and he thought that everything was provided for her based on the information she gave him. "What about the children who stay in the dorms and don't have access?"

"Their chaperones handle it for them which is why the children who stay in our dorms don't worry. Now you've got three options. One; you can either bring ten dollars a day. Two; she could bring a lunch with her or three you could take her for the hour at noon."

"We'll be more prepared tomorrow. I can promise you that." When the kids had come out of the room he noticed how their hair was perfectly placed in their buns and when looking at Angela's, her hair was all over the place. He that this was going to be harder than he thought.

Donna was lying down in her normal position in the morning, her head on Harvey's chest as he stroked her hair taking in her natural scent that made him feel relaxed.

"When my father used to be home he used to preach at the church we'd go. He never met a person he never believed had a sinner inside him." Donna said looking at him.

"Must have been great fun growing up with the philosophy. Guilty before even tried." Harvey said putting a hand on her cheek and caressing her face.

"If he could see us before we got married lying down next to each other-"

"Men like that thrive on being proven right and we can't allow them to have that luxury, even if he's your father," Harvey said looking into her eyes.

"My mother was like your father, she'd go out and preach the word of God and she'd be devoted to the bible like a child suckling on a mother's breast. But she was a cheating bitch." Harvey said opening up to her as she was almost surprised to hear that about his mom due to him speaking religiously about her. "My mother is what the devil you father should be speaking of. Sex, pleasure...us here now, this isn't a sin Donna."

"Will you make my case on the Day of Judgement?" Donna asked worriedly.

"God's not watching. He's busy not caring about the sick children dying or letting sinners and thieves hire liars to help them from wasting their lives." Harvey whispered back. "If he does exist he should be the one doing the compensating, not you."

"Don't say a thing like that," Donna said replying quickly.

Harvey got up and set Donna on her side of the bed as she laid her head on the pillow. He moved his body so that he's on top of her and placed his hand on her cheek. "You're here with me now. Do you wanna be or not?"

"I do," Donna whispered back.

"Good. I was thinking of names last night Harvey." Harvey said kissing her head.

"Yeah?" Donna asked turning her head to face Harvey.

Harvey nodded. "I'll tell you the names I like just tell me if you agree." Donna nodded and listened to Harvey read the names he liked.

"Nathan," Harvey began.

"All I think about is Nathan Fillion, who I'd love to make love with because he's Nathan Fillion," Donna said shrugging.

"You never told me you'd want to make love with Nathan Fillion," Harvey said looking at her curiously.

"I'm never telling you the list of guys I'd want to make love with," Donna said smirking.

"I bet you want to me to fuck the shit out of you," Harvey whispered kissing Donna on her nose as she smiled back.

"Is that all the names you have?" Donna asked.

"How about Lou."

"Lou as in Louis or as in Lou Bloom?" Donna asked.

"Both."

"I'm not naming our son after a murderer. Sure Nightcrawler is fricking amazing but no! Can we just name him Jake after Jakey Gyllenhaal?" Donna asked giggling.

"No chance in hell. Not after that comment."

"Asshole," Donna said folding her arms.

"We agreed that if it was a boy I'd come up with the names," Harvey said shrugging.

"I didn't know you'd screw it up," Donna muttered.

"What'd you say?" Harvey asked.

"Nothing," Donna said leaning up to kiss Harvey's cheek.

"I also like the name, Patrick," Harvey said sighing.

"Patrick?... I love it." Donna said smiling.

"You do? So can we agree on Patrick?" Harvey asked surprised.

"Of course. Patrick, sorta like Patrick Stewart. Patrick Swayze, Patrick-"

"Bateman," Harvey said interrupting her.

"Would I be a hypocrite if I said I didn't mind naming our son after a womanising serial killer?" Donna asked raising her eyebrow.

"So long as you don't drug me with chloroform and secretly call him Jake in the birth certificate."

"I don't think I'd be able to drug you considering how much pain I'll be in after birthing you sexual-"

"Too much detail there," Harvey said rolling his eyes.

"So Patrick Specter Paulsen it is." Donna smiling at the name.

"Why does your surname have to be last?" Harvey asked offended.

"Because I'm giving life to your sex fluids! There I said it." Donna said pointing to her crotch.

"This is just another chicken and the egg scenario and I'm not prepared to debate about what came first because no one gives a shit...I'm just saying that Patrick Paulsen Specter has a better ring to it," Harvey said shrugging.

"I guess it does sound a little better. Are we hyphenated the surnames?" Donna asked curiously.

"Would you hyphenate your surname Mrs Specter?" Harvey whispered putting his hands around Donna's stomach and rest his face onto her shoulder.

"Makes me sound like I've been swept away by Prince Smooth As-."

"Language," Harvey whispered as they embraced into a kiss.

"So do you wanna talk about it now?" Harvey asked Angela as he pressed his brake pedal down and stopped at a red light.

"I don't," Angela said looking out of the window and looking at the side mirror looking at the traffic behind as she was lost in her thoughts.

"You know we're not going home, Angela?" Harvey asked looking at her.

"We aren't?" Angela asked looking at Harvey confused.

"I don't trust a babysitter with you-"

"But don't you pay them to trust them?" Angela asked looking at him as Harvey drove at the green lights.

"I should but I feel like I gotta take care of you," Harvey said running a hand through his hair then looking at her. "So I decided to take you to work."

"What do you work as?"

"I'm a lawyer."

"Oh, so you're a liar," Angela said looking outside the window again.

"I try not to lie," Harvey said sighing.

"So do you have a team of super lawyers that try to help the good guys and put the bad guys in jail?"

"Sort of...ugh, imagine me as Daredevil. But I'm not blind or a superhero." Harvey said signalling towards Pearson Specter Litt's car park.

"You're not as good looking as him either," Angela said giggling.

"You know when I was your age back in the-"

"The dinosaur age way before humans?" Angela asked smirking.

"- I would've never said that to Sharon Stone, so I don't know whether girls mature quicker than boys but I'm still trying to understand women. The day a woman becomes President then we're all screwed because we'll have intense negotiations with other countries run by females every month. We'll feel like a nun getting cornered." Harvey said parking in the space.

"So you're saying women are confusing?"

"You can say that again."

"So you're saying women are confusing?" Angela said repeating in the same exact tone.

"So what are the other floors for?" Angela asked as they stepped into the elevator.

"Other offices," Harvey said pushing the button for his floor.

"Uncle Harvey. That joke sucked really bad." Angela said looking up unimpressed.

"Wasn't mean to be a joke," Harvey said waiting for the elevator to come to their floor.

"Could have tried to make a joke," Angela said as the elevator door opened.

"I'm not Bill Murray. I wish I was though." Harvey said sighing and walking into the elevator.

"He was my favourite in Ghostbusters," Angela said smiling.

"You watch a lot of movies for someone your age," Harvey said looking down at him as the elevator door closed.

"You get surprised a lot for someone as old as you."

"I'm not as old as you think I am Groot," Harvey said leaning back onto the elevator wall.

"I'm worried you'll tell me you're 60. How many offices are there?" Angela asked as the doors closed.

"I'd count them but I'm too busy to count, the janitor probably knows you know," Harvey said shrugging.

"You mean the cleaning lady maybe knows?" Angela asked.

"You can have cleaning men too Angela just like you can have male nurses and male models."

"We had a cleaning lady in our school and she'd do magic tricks with her coin," Angela said smiling.

"The only piece of magic our janitor Butch does it make the place look spotless every single day."

"You ever wonder why American names don't have any meaning?" Angela asked.

"What do you mean?" Harvey asked looking down curiously.

"Like Butch doesn't really mean anything," Angela said making a point.

"Well Butch means when someone is manly but it's mostly said to women..so you can call Ronda Rousey butch but I'd never say it in front of her face because she'd probably knock my teeth so far down my throat I'd need to shove a throat up my backside to brush them," Harvey said as the door opened.

"I didn't need to know that last detail Uncle Harvey," Angela said looking up at him looking mortified.

"You get the image now," Harvey said nodding.

"Now I want to see Ronda Rousey fight."

"Maybe I'll take you to a UFC fight but I doubt they'll let you in," Harvey said shrugging.

"Anyway about the names. You know how, like, Butch doesn't mean anything. It's not like my name which is a Greek word meaning messenger of God. Butch doesn't sound like something that's Latin." Angela said as they both walked out.

"Not all names have to mean something. It's sort of like something given to us by our parents because they liked the name." Harvey said stopping behind the name of the firm.

"Even with a lame name like Butch?" Angela asked.

"No name ever given by a parent is lame. Oh and by the way you should look to your left." Harvey said pointing to his right. Angela turned left and her eyes opened wide with a smile. She walked towards the sign and stretched her neck upwards, Harvey behind her.

"Wow, it's got your name on it." Angela said looking at 'Specter' and then looking down. "Who's Litt?"

"He's no Brad Pitt if you happen to think that," Harvey said signalling Angela to follow.

"Harvey, I need you here for a sec." Harvey looked at the corner and saw Rachel walking down the hall with her attention focused on the file in her hand.

"What is it, Rachel?" Harvey asked.

"Is that whom you're dating Uncle Harvey?" Angela asked curiously. Angela opened her eyes wide and looked down at Angela.

"No, she's already taken and too young. How dare you offend my taste in women." Harvey looking down at her.

"I bet that's how you like your girls. You're a predator." Angela said giggling pretending to show her claws with her hands making Harvey roll his eyes and smirk.

"I need you to look over this defence from Mike and OH MY GOD!" Rachel said looking at Angela and looking like she was going to have a heart attack. Her breathing frantically sped up as she started to continuously point at Harvey and Angela.

"What's wrong with her?" Angela asked worryingly.

"Now's not the time to be worried, Angie. She's just extremely shocked, her husband should be here in 5, 4, 3, 2-"

"Rachel, what's wrong?" Mike said walking past Harvey and trying to calm Rachel down. Rachel pointed towards Angela prompting Mike to take a look and his eyes turned into shock too.

"Harvey, when..."

"Relax guys, she's not mine. She's my niece. Angela meet Rachel and Mike." Harvey said as Angela put her hand forward.

"It's nice to meet people who're shocked at seeing an eight-year-old. I wonder what'll happen if you meet me at 15." Angela said smiling. Rachel shook her hand as did Mike as they both looked at each other suspiciously.