The next few days passed and neither Harvey nor Donna had muttered a word to one another besides the necessary work spiel, both unsure of what to say. It was all well and good that they came to a decision regarding the idea of having a baby together, but where do you go from there? They tried to act normal, as if nothing had happened, but it was monumental. At first they bided their time, waiting for the other person to speak up, to start the awkward conversation with an uneasy "So..." and go from there, but no one gave in. Goddamn stubbornness.
Donna had been growing increasingly impatient with every passing day, the fact that she was due to ovulate in the next couple of days plaguing her mind as she tried to muster the courage to walk into his office and tell him to basically...drop his pants.
Well... in the confines of a bathroom with nothing more than a plastic cup and a trashy magazine or imagination. Does Harvey Specter even own any trashy, suggestive reading or visual material, she couldn't help but wonder as she minimized his calendar on her computer screen back to a page of baby names. She was getting way ahead of herself, but she didn't care, truth be told, if she had her way, her spare bedroom would already be painted and ready to go, but that would be tempting fate.
"Donna, can you come here please?" Harvey said through the intercom as she pretended not to hear him "Donna."
"Would it hurt you to come to me once in a while?" she shot back sarcastically, making no immediate effort to move from the comfort of her cubicle. She let her gaze raise to meet his, his eyebrows raised, pretending to look unimpressed as he continued to stare.
"Donna." He said her name firmly.
"Harvey." She cocked her head to the side, smiling as she leant back in her chair.
"Donna, I have a present for you."
Her eyes widened in excitement as she jumped out of her chair, practically bounding into his office like a puppy. "Present!?" she exclaimed "For me?" He nodded "What have you done this time Specter?" her tone went serious as she rested her hands on her hips. Harvey loved to splash the cash, he always had, but his favorite person to shower with gifts, besides himself, was Donna. Yet Donna being Donna, she knew what every gift meant.
Handbag- he had screwed up on a moderate to catastrophic scale, depending on the brand and quantity of handbags received.
Shoes- Once again on a price to severity scale, usually as a result of a stupid, flippant comment passing his lips and Donna feigning offence.
Dress- He had accidentally (or so he claimed) committed Donna to an event as his wife or long term girlfriend, which happened more times than you would imagine.
And then there were cupcakes which basically translated into 'I'd be a mess without you, thank you for keeping me alive.'
She eyed the bag on his desk, her gaze flickering between him and the so called gift as she raised an eyebrow in question. He rolled his eyes, pushing his chair away from his desk as he walked round, perching himself on the edge. "Why do you jump to the conclusion that because I've got you something, I've done something wrong?"
She half shrugged, taking a seat on the leather sofa "Oh I don't know Harvey... past experience maybe?"
"Whatever" he dismissed, knowing she was right. "Here" he handed her the bag, quickly looking out towards the hallway making sure it was clear "Now before you say anything, I've spent the last few days reading anything and everything about the...process and pregnancy and what not, and 99% of it went over my head, but we do need that" he pointed to the bag.
Her curiosity was peaked, her stomach flipping nervously as she gently fingered the bag, opening it as she looked at what was inside.
"Oh Jesus" she muttered as she stared at the contents of the bag with wide eyes, her cheeks burning red. She looked back up at the man, unable to determine if she wanted to crawl into a hole and die from sheer embarrassment, or burst into a fit of hysterical laughter. "Remember when you used to surprise me with gifts like handbags or shoes?" She asked him as he bit his lip nervously, rocking back and forth on the balls of his feet. "Yeah, I miss those days." she added. She pulled out the home insemination kit and an ovulation test kit, hiding it behind the plastic bag, not wanting any passersby, or more specifically Mike or Louis to see.
He shrugged, leaning against his desk, his voice low "I don't know, I just thought that we should get the ball rolling... I mean, I was reading about ovulation and insemination and I'd like to say I understand what it's all about, but it kind of just made me want to drink a bottle of scotch and thank the lord that I'm not a woman"
"Please tell me you ordered these online from home? Because I do not want Ben from IT having a heart attack when he runs through your internet history."
He pursed his lips together in a tight line, his cheeks turning pink as he closed his eyes momentarily, trying to regain composure "I'll just say it's for a case."
"Oh Harvey" she breathed through her laughter "please save me a front row seat for when the two of you accidentally bump into one another in the hall. That kid is going to be a stuttering mess."
He groaned, running his hand over his face "Can we please stop talking about the kid and start talking about making ours" he begged, desperate to change the subject, he hated feeling embarrassed.
Donna stuffed the boxes back into the bag, swiping her tongue over her dry lips as she let out a shaky breath, the words still sounding foreign as they left his lips. "O-okay"
He smiled, grabbing his phone off of the desk as he sat beside her, putting his feet up on the table. "So..." he started, flicking through his phone to get his calendar app up "When are you due to ovulate?" he asked casually, looking at her with expectant eyes.
She shook her head, looking at her lap as she drowned in a sea of awkwardness. Although Donna and Harvey had known each other for years, and they could write an encyclopedia on the other, they were never really one for divulging in intimate details, after all, you've got to leave some things to the imagination. "Well" she sighed, playing with the hem of her dress "tomorrow."
"Tomorrow?" he repeated slightly alarmed "tomorrow... okay." he breathed, putting his phone down to look at her. "Cancel all my appointments for tomorrow afternoon and I can come to yours and..."
"We'll go to yours" she replied all too quickly
"Okay..." he nodded slowly "Mine it is."
She inhaled and exhaled deeply, shaking her hands out in front of her as she tried to gain composure, her heart racing in her chest at a million beats per minute. Letting her hand knock against his door, her breaths became increasingly shallow as the sound of footsteps grew louder "You have a spare key." he stated as he opened his door, her mouth falling open slightly as she took in his appearance. Donna could count on one hand the number of times she had seen Harvey out of a suit in the time they've known each other, and it shocked her every time. He smiled, politely taking her coat for her as she entered his apartment, her mind still fixated on the loose pair of jeans and grey t-shirt he was wearing.
She liked it. "You should definitely start adopting a casual Friday policy" she mused as she walked through his open planned apartment towards the kitchen area, grabbing a wine glass from the cupboard.
"Donna" he sang, walking towards her "are you saying that I look hot?"
She poured a glass of wine, turning around against the counter as she shook her head, taking a large sip of Dutch courage "No, I'm just saying you look a lot less constipated in casual attire"
It was a lie, she was saying he looked attractive dressed down, but his ego was big enough, why add fuel to the fire. "Cute" he mused, pouring himself a glass "you know, when you lie, your nose scrunches to the left."
"Does not!" she exclaimed, her free hand grabbing her nose.
He shook his head, laughing slightly "Okay Pinocchio...shall we get down to it?"
"Get down to it?" she echoed, finishing her first glass of wine off, before pouring another "Damn, who knew baby making with Harvey Specter would feel so special."
She tossed the home insemination kit towards him with a smirk "Go on then eager beaver, go have some fun with sergeant Specter."
"Donna." he warned, pointing the box at her.
"Sorry" she apologized sarcastically "Go have fun with your little pickle?" she tried again, attempting to contain the laughter bubbling up inside her.
He strode up to her, with a mischievous look upon his face, stopping in front of her, their faces centimeters apart "Oh Donna" he breathed "There is nothing little about me, you know that. You know everything."
She gulped harshly, her eyes flickering around his face as he stepped back, looking smug, he always knew what buttons to push to get her in a hot flush.
She took a few seconds to compose herself, letting the sarcasm race through her bloodstream once more. He stared at the cup in his hand, looking at her uneasily "This cup was made for precision" he reads off of the instructions. "Who the fuck wrote this?" he exclaimed, waving the piece of paper in the air.
"Do you have any reading material to help you with the process?" she asked with a smirk playing on her lips, watching the man before her look more uncomfortable than she had ever seen him.
"Nope" he replied popping the 'p' "do you have any visual material you'd like to contribute to the cause?" he asked suggestively "You and I both know that your camera album isn't full of Central Park shots and photos of kittens"
"I have no idea what you're talking about!" she replied, her nose scrunching up to the side.
"It's okay" he said walking towards the bathroom "I've got one hell of an imagination."
"Charming" she muttered under her breath. "Just charming."
Donna looked around his spacious apartment, frowning at the lack of warmth, everything was just so...organized. Everything had it's space, it's purpose, yet nothing looked like it belonged in someone's home. She let her imagination run wild, imagining what his place would look like with a little color, perhaps a carpet, and if he was feeling adventurous a picture frame or two. Kicking off her shoes she threw herself down on the sofa, switching on the TV, making herself feel at home.
"Done" he announced as the bathroom swung open, his body hunched over slightly, his expression blank "Do you know how disturbing it was doing that knowing that you were on the other side of the door?"
She rolled her eyes, but she understood. "Oh c'mon Harvey, you along with every other male spent their teenage years living in the fear of someone walking in on them"
"Well, knocking didn't help" he huffed, grabbing a beer from the fridge.
"You were taking ages, I thought you might of had a heart attack and died, or something..."
He rolled his eyes, grabbing a take out menu from the draw "Yeah Donna" he agreed, sarcasm dripping from his voice "viable concern."
"Oh shut up Specter." she finished her drink as she walked towards the bathroom "If you're ordering take out, I want Chinese."
"Whatever Donna, just go and make us a baby."
"Donna, are you done yet? The food is here and I'm starving"
Donna rolled her eyes, letting out a silent but frustrated cry as she threw her head back, hitting it against the cool tiles of the bathroom floor.
"Donna" he repeated, growing impatient "how long does it take? you've been in there ages."
"Harvey can you please just...not talk to me" she whined from the bathroom as he leant against the door
"Have I said something wrong?"
She rolled her eyes, back against the tiled floor, legs hitched over the side of the bathtub "Harvey, we've done a lot together in the years we've known one another, but this is without a doubt the weirdest, most uncomfortable and awkward thing we've ever done. I could break it down to you in layman's terms, but that would just be vulgar. Please just let me finish."
"Fine" He huffed, dragging himself to the kitchen as he emptied the contents of the bag of Chinese food onto a tray, quickly sneaking a prawn cracker into his mouth.
"I can hear you crunching from here!" she called out "Touch one more prawn cracker and I tell Mike that you're terrified of spiders!" she threatened.
Harvey gasped, letting the half eaten prawn cracker fall onto the counter "you wouldn't!" he challenged
"I would." she smirked, pulling on her sweats before resuming her previous position "Hey Harvey?"
"What?"
"Can you bring the food in here, I've got to keep my legs up."
He grabbed the tray of food, stopping outside the bathroom door "are you decent? I do not want to lose my appetite"
"Just open the goddamn door"
Harvey laughed as he caught sight of her, lying on the floor in her sweat pants, legs in the air, hair sprawled out underneath her. "Looking good Paulsen" he commented as he placed the tray down on the floor, before sitting down opposite her. She shot him a death glare. "This reminds me of the time I found you in the 43rd floor bathrooms, face down on the floor having an intense relationship with the toilet...I have never seen someone who was as hung over as you were that day"
"I was not that bad."
"Donna, you came to work with your dress tucked into your underwear, you were a mess." he choked on a noodle as the laughter failed to subside. "It was a beautiful day."
"I hate you" she muttered, turning her head away from him as a pout appeared on her lips.
"So... when will we know?"
"Couple of weeks"
"That's so long!" he moaned, staring into his cartoon of mixed steamed vegetables.
"It may not even work the first time around Harvey, these things can take time" She reasoned, not wanting to get his hopes up too high. He pushed over a the carton of noodles towards her, laughing in amusement as she tried to eat with her back against the floor, legs in the air. "Although I would be more than happy to not go through this" she pointed to her current state "again. Not exactly how nature intended aye."
He laughed, throwing a noodle at her face before turning serious again. "You know...we could always try it the natural way next time, I mean if you don't want to do this again..."
"Harvey!" she exclaimed, mouth falling open "that is the most unsexiest way a man has tried to get me into bed, ever."
He scrunched up his face "Please" he scoffed "Don't act like you haven't had worse propositions in your life."
"Hmm" she replied, knowing that he was right "It would be awkward Harvey."
"Would it be anymore awkward than what we've just done?" he countered as she fell silent.
"You make a fair point... but no Harvey! That'll just blur boundaries and complicate things, besides, you couldn't handle me."
He rolled his eyes as he shoved a slice of prawn toast in his mouth "I know you're getting old Donna, but I didn't think you'd be turning senile just yet."
"What?"
"We've done it before Donna, and we were just fine. Oh, and I think I handled you quite nicely, you were very generous with your compliments, screaming them at the top of your lungs. You even called me God a few times."
She tried to hit him, but the distance between them was too great, instead, she threw a chop stick in his direction, hitting him square on the head. "Oww" he winced, rubbing the area of skin that had been assaulted by the eating instrument.
"If and only if you ever get the opportunity to have me again, you'll be the one thanking God as you wear a paper bag on your head with a picture of Channing Tatum's face attached to it."
"So you're not ruling it out then?" he challenged, with a smirk, ignoring her cheap attempt of a put down.
She groaned, shifting her butt to raise her legs higher in the air "No, I'm just hoping it wont come to that."
They fell in a comfortable silence as they consumed enough Chinese food to feed a family of four for a week.
"We might have just created a baby."
She nodded "Yep. God help man kind, they wont know what's going to hit them."
"Agreed, perfection isn't as well received by those inferior" he stated proudly, leaning over to prod her flat stomach.
Donna rolled her eyes "If the baby was born without your ego, I'd be okay with that."
"I could say the same about your 'know it all' trait"
"Harvey Specter, I would pipe down if I were you, before I call our first born Mike or Michelle... or perhaps Louis or Louise, depending on their personality"
"You wouldn't..."
"Try me."
I cant believe you guys! This is insane. I am so glad you like what I've wrote so far, and I hope you like this chapter. My Internet history is screwed haha, I let my brother use my laptop and he was like "err, why have you been googling ovulation and home insemination kits?" Makes for an interesting conversation!
So here's the deal. I love to hear what you think, whether it's anon/logged in, it takes a few seconds, but it makes my day. I go on holiday in 48 hours. Hit me with some ridiculous love, and I will give you another chapter Sunday night, insane love, and I'll do that plus post a chapter from my ipad in the big apple sometime during the time I'm gone.
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