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What I Did For Love

Bridge and Last Verse

Gone,

Love is never gone,

As we travel on,

Love's what we'll remember

Harvey cleared his throat as he stood in the doorway of what used to be Donna's office.

"Hey, do you want to walk out together?" Harvey asked as he watched Donna slowly turned around as she acknowledged his presence.

"Hey, why not? We did what we had to do. We have nothing to be ashamed of," Donna said turning around to face him carrying her box as Harvey carried his.

"Say, put yours on top of mine. You are a lady of the first class. You don't fetch and carry," Harvey said at his most chivalrous.

"That's not what you thought when I worked for you," Donna said amused at this polite Harvey Specter.

"True. I was a dick. Even now, sometimes, a short time ago when we...were..."

"No, Harvey, not to me then. You were sweet, thoughtful, and considerate, but you were still not a gentlemen..."

Harvey was about to open his mouth.

"...and I'm glad you weren't," Donna finished.

Kiss today goodbye

Wish me luck

The same to you

Can't forget

Won't regret

What I Did for Love

What I Did for Love

They both reached the lobby of the building. Luckily it was summer so neither one had to worry about a jacket or a coat. Thomas came forward to take Donna home with him.

"Hey, Thomas, can you give us a minute? I promise then you can take her home," Harvey asked politely.

"Sure, Harvey, I understand." Thomas kissed Donna on the cheek and backed away.

"I know I was never one to really tell you my feelings when I should have. You, of all people, know how difficult it has always been."

"You were different and you have grown, Harvey. You finally are not afraid to tell people that you care."

"That's because of you. I will never forget that, Donna. I love you and I will always love you, but...that..."

"Harvey, we were together. We were happy, but you pushed me away again. This time I can't follow you as much as I want to. I can't."

Harvey looked shocked. "I never expected you, too. When I said I loved you and wanted you I thought I could be me for you. I'm not sure now. You go be with Thomas. Have a good life, Donna."

Donna kissed his cheek one last time."You, too, Harvey. Find someone who will be good to you."

Harvey lowered his head and barely choked out and said, "No one like you, but I'll be fine."

Years later, Harvey laughed as his four-year-old daughter, Lucy, said, "Daddy you go down the slide with me, please?"

He looked into her big brown eyes and said, "I don't think I'll fit, but ok." So with the amused look on his wife's face, she watched has her husband sat behind their daughter looking rather too large for the narrow but steep slide. She pulled her phone out and snapped the picture as she pushed the carriage back and forth. The carriage contained their peacefully sleeping four-month-old-son, Michael.

"That's for the record books," she quietly mumbled to herself.

It was a fall day and all four Specters were wrapped up in their jackets. Harvey's wife had put her woolen gloves on because of late she had begun to feel the chill a little more than she used to. Probably because of her condition. The cancer she had been fighting was starting to take a toll on her.

In another part of the park, a tall beautifully dressed red haired woman watched her blonde hair brown eyed, six-year-old son swing as her husband pushed him. She suddenly spotted a familiar looking man with dark blonde hair and brown eyes sliding down the slide sitting behind a similar looking little girl. She smiled and looked across at the small petite brunette woman taking the picture. Donna smiled to herself.

"Thomas, I have to tell you something," Donna said to her tall well built dark haired husband.

"I'm pregnant."

Thomas had risen from the kitchen table and kissed her. "Oh My God! I'm so happy!"

"It's not yours. I'm too far along for it to be yours according to what ultrasound confirmed," Donna said.

"Oh, it's...his," Thomas' face fell.

"I'm sorry, Thomas, but you knew I was with Harvey before we became a couple," Donna apologized.

"Donna, do you love me?" Thomas had never asked outright because he was one of those unfortunate lovers who found himself wedged between two people that should be and ought to be together but for some reason could not make it work.

"Thomas, you know I love you," Donna said saying the words but without much conviction.

"Not like you loved Harvey. I know that." Thomas turned away and went back to the kitchen table to finish his coffee.

Donna took a couple of strides and put her arms around his shoulders and squeezed. "True but that was a different time and he is a different man. I love you and your are my husband. Not Harvey."

That would do for now. Thomas put his hand over her crossed arms and smiled.

"Donna, the child will never know I'm not his real father. I will love him or her as if it's mine. Never worry."

She put her head next to his and squeezed. "Thank you, Thomas. He/she will love you, too."

Donna watched as Harvey finished sliding the slide with his daughter, she presumed. He walked over to Scottie and kissed her. He then picked up a chubby dark haired baby and assumed it was their son as he was dressed in baby blue. Donna patted her own small belly knowing that the daughter she carried was her husband's. However, as she watched Thomas and her six year old with big brown eyes and spiky dark blonde hair play on the swings, she could not help but think of what a good father Harvey must be and what a good husband he was to Scottie. Thomas was a good man as Harvey had said and he treated Donna like a queen. Donna had not needed to find a new job in the corporate world, for Thomas, upon being told of her pregnancy, had told her she was not bound to work but could do anything she wanted. They did not need the money and he wanted her to be a stay at home mom.

Donna had actually returned to the theater and was now currently playing as Desdemona in a revival of Shakespeare's Othello. It was a part she was surprised at her age in life she had won.

"Mommy!" Thomas, Jr. squealed as he ran to his mom and hugged her fast.

"Not too hard, young man, your mommy has a baby in her belly," his father chastized jokingly being precautious.

"I know, daddy," Thomas, Jr. answered as looked up at his father with a bored look.

"Shall we get our ice cream now?" Donna asked.

"Yes, let's go," So all three Kesslers walked off passing by Harvey and his family along the walk.

Harvey lifted his face as his olfactory sense detected a familiar scent...Donna.

"Harvey?" Scottie said as she saw her husband look like he was seeing a vision. "What's the matter?"

"Nothing. Let's get the kids back to the apartment and I'll help you strategize that case."

"You know I don't need your help, but I tell you what," Scottie said after she put her four-year-old in the umbrella stroller because her chubby little legs could not go too far after playing all day.

Scottie took Harvey by the waist and looked up at him.

"What?" Harvey retorted amused.

"I can get the kids fed and put to bed and we can have a little fun time before you help me with my strategy. Ok?"

"Sure, but are you up to it? Because... I will be looking forward to it." Harvey bent down and kissed her.

"I'm feeling strong right now. The last batch of drugs were good and they don't make me sick or thank, God, make me lose any more hair," Scottie said as she flipped her pageboy styled hairdo.

As they walked back arm-in-arm while Harvey pushed Lucy and Scottie pushed Michael with their free arms, Harvey remembered how surprised Scottie was when he proposed.

"What? Marry you? What happened to Donna? I never thought the scandal would break you up"

"Scottie. I asked her to go. She had a shot with a good guy who really made her happy after the firm dropped us. I ask you because I care about you and I know you care about me. So if you don't mind being the back up would you marry me?"

Scottie put up a fight and delayed giving him an answer for about a year until he could prove that he had forgotten all about Donna. Harvey knew that would never happen, but he was good to his word. He was a proper loyal husband and he did care about Scottie but it just would never be what he had with Donna. How could it be?

Now, though, he was happy. He had his daughter and now his son. Scottie had been more than happy when she found she was pregnant with both their children. He loved being a father. He did remember Donna telling him one time while they were together that he would make a good father.

His professional life consisted of being a legal advisor. He could not practice law but he could advise and that's what Scottie's firm had needed. Harvey missed being the big guy who closed the cases and performed in court. That was Harvey's theater. The court of law to which he knew he had excelled.

As for the firm which no longer bore his name, Harvey no longer cared. However, just last year in New York Lawyer magazine, Zane Litt Wheeler Williams was voted the best and most ethical firm in corporate America. Harvey looked at the article and read how Louis Litt, Robert Zane, Samantha Wheeler, and Alex Williams had risen like proverbial phoenixes from the tragedies which had tarnished the firm's once stellar reputation.

Donna had also seen that article while sitting in her ob's office waiting to be seen. She no longer cared either. She had loved that firm, but more she had loved the man with whom fathered her son. However, nothing could compare with her present happiness. and her own heart was relieved when she felt and saw Harvey's happiness as well.

So the sacrifice Donna and Harvey had made for love of the firm and for love of each other had become more watersheds than sacrifices.

What I did for-Love...