Donna's next doctor's appointment was scheduled the day she hit nine weeks. Before then she kept checking the mirror to see if she was showing, wondering when would be the best time to tell the firm.

When he first found out, Harvey had requested they wait as long as possible before telling Jessica. As much as he trusted her, Donna could see why he wanted to keep it from his old mentor. Pearson/Hardman frowned upon relationships amongst co-workers. Sometimes, they'd turn a blind eye if there was a tryst between associates and paralegals, but to see a senior partner knock up his assistant (not that it hadn't happened before), wasn't going to go over well amongst the other co-workers.

And yes, Donna and Harvey weren't dating, they both agreed to raise the kid together but not actually get together, but through the eyes of the other employees, the 'scuttlebutt' of the firm, they would automatically be together.

And Harvey had a reputation to keep, as did Donna. So, they agreed to keep the baby to themselves for as long as possible. And that was exactly why they had to leave separately to get to Donna's doctor's appointment.

She arrived first, sitting down in the waiting room after being handed paperwork to fill out. She checked her phone four times while filling the papers out, wondering where the hell he was. He said he'd get there as soon as the yearly meeting with one of his clients ended. Donna had scheduled it and knew it should have ended by now…

"Hey," a familiar voice said and Donna looked up in time to see Mike take a seat next to her. "Harvey got called into Jessica's office. He sent me to take his place until he got here."

"Of course he did," Donna responded under her breath, continuing to fill out her paperwork. "Did he give you the 'you are representation of me, it is almost like I am there' speech?" she continued in a bored tone.

"Yeah," Mike replied nodding. "But he also tacked on 'don't do anything stupid,' too."

"Yep, that sounds like Harvey," Donna stated getting to her feet. "I'll be back." She moved toward the nurse's station, passing a man wearing a strong cologne. Her stomach churned, it taking all her will not to throw up. Hell, she could hardly enjoy a muffin for lunch without expelling it an hour later.

Her morning sickness had been getting worse over the past few weeks, and she hated the bitch or asshole who deemed it the term 'morning sickness' because it was anything but the morning for her. And she hated it with such a passion that if morning sickness were a person she'd run it over with her car.

Once the clipboard was dropped off, she moved back to her chair, scowling at the cologne guy as she passed him. She settled down next to Mike, wanting nothing more than to sleep. She had been tired a lot lately. In fact, she just the other day she found herself dozing off while on hold with one of Harvey's clients. It was a bit embarrassing to hear that the man had called her name about six times before she jerked awake.

"You okay?" Mike asked quietly when he noticed she was slumped in her chair.

"Have you ever been pregnant, Michael?" she asked slowly and he shook his head, his eyes widening. "Then you do not get to ask me that question."

They fell silent until Donna was called into the doctor's office. Mike scrambled up, offering her a hand. She slapped it aside and stood saying, "I'm nine weeks, Mike, not nine months." She walked past him, happy to see the cologne guy had left (though his scent still lingered), and Mike traipsed after her like an obedient puppy.

She made Mike wait outside while she changed into her gown, calling him back in after she was sitting on the exam table. He wandered in, looking anywhere but at her, and took a seat in the corner, his legs bouncing with his never ending energy. Donna smiled slightly, shaking her head. She'd hate to ever see the kid have a kid of his own; he'd be a nervous wreck the whole pregnancy.

They sat in silence, Donna waiting for Mike to break the silence with some fact or statistic about doctor's offices, but it never came. In fact, he looked a little paler than normal.

"You okay?" she asked quietly, startling him. He looked up, meeting her eyes.

"Yeah, just, uh, just spent a lot of time in doctor's offices for Grammy and Pop-pop. Not a fan of these places," he replied and looked down at the floor. Donna waited for him to elaborate, but he just fell silent. She was saved having to say anything else when the doctor stepped into the room…

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Mike looked up when the doctor walked into the room. He was younger than Harvey, gray eyed, dark, messy hair. Probably had an over abundance of woman trying to get them as their doctor. And Donna looked at the guy like she looked at most people she dealt with; slightly bored, almost like she didn't want to be around him.

"Hello, Donna," the doctor said slowly. "I see you're here for another ultrasound and a checkup." He said checking his clipboard. His looked up, his gray eyes flicking to Mike. "Oh, did you bring the father this time?" it was obvious the doctor thought Mike was a little young to be having sex, let alone putting babies in people. And, Mike would have him know, he was just as capable of reproducing as almost every other man out there.

"This is his associate," Donna responded to the doctor's inquiries, Mike about to open his mouth. He closed it quickly when she threw him a glare, and let his blue eyes settle on the floor again. "The father had a meeting, Mike is taking his place."

"Oh, hi Mike, I'm Dr. David Mason," the doctor said holding his hand out. Mike politely looked up, shook Mason's hand, but quickly let go. He locked eyes with the floor again.

He sat through the check up, daring not to look Donna's way. That was all he needed, to see something he shouldn't be looking at. Donna would rip him a new one, after she killed him. And he'd much rather live, thanks.

It wasn't until the doctor pushed in the ultrasound machine did Donna call him over to her. He looked up, confused, but still got to his feet and moved toward her. Mason took a second to set the machine up, gelling up some weird wand thingy. When he realized what Mason was going to do with it, Mike silently thanked Donna for having him move.

He turned his back, waiting for the exam to finish, only to have someone tap his hand. He turned back around, his eyes catching the screen. Mason pointed at an inch long blot on the screen, the whooshing sounds of a heart beat coming from the machine's speakers.

"You and you're baby appear to be doing well," Mason said the moment the machine and its components were pushed to the side. "I'll just print you another photo…"

"Two, please," Donna said before Mason could push the machine out of the room.

"Of course." And he left Donna and Mike alone.

"Wow," Mike said quietly.

"Yeah," Donna responded her eyes locked on the wall. It appeared to Mike now that she heard the heartbeat that Donna was starting to wrap her head around the fact that she was going to be a mom. He wondered if Harvey would have felt the same way about being a dad if he were here.

"You gonna get out or watch me get dressed," Donna commented and Mike looked down to see her impassive face looking at him.

"Donna, I'm sure Harvey would have…"

"Mike, just go," she said and he nodded, letting the door close behind him. He pulled his phone from his pocket, dialing Harvey's number. His phone went straight to voicemail. "You've reached Harvey Specter leave a message."

"Harvey, where are you? You just missed… and wow… just call me…" Mike hung up, leaning against the wall. He couldn't help wondering where Harvey was, what had been keeping him from hearing his baby's first heartbeat…

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Harvey Specter was stuck in traffic. Jessica had kept him longer than he wanted, going over the final details for a new client that he would be meeting sometime this week. If she noticed the many times he tried to subtly check his watch, she never said anything, and when she finally dismissed him it took almost all his will not to run downstairs.

Donna was going to kill him. After the big stink he made about wanting to be a part of this kid's life, and he goes and misses the doctor's appointment he had her schedule for him. He was just hoping she hadn't gone in, yet, that she and Mike were still sitting in the waiting room.

Harvey took his phone out, intending to check the time, but realized he hadn't turned it on, yet. He ran his hand down his face, wondering when he became so scattered brained. On and off, over the past few weeks, he had been forgetting to do things. Fine in any normal person, but not him; he wasn't used to that.

Nor was he used to feeling tired. He couldn't remember when it started, but he had been feeling very tired lately. And he snapped at Louis the other day just because he was 'breathing heavily.' Louis bugged him a lot, more so than normal people, but his breathing had never been an issue before. Or maybe it had and Harvey was just realizing it now…

Harvey shook his head, turning his phone back on. He saw he had three missed calls and called up his voicemail. He put the phone to his ear, listening to the messages. The first was from Mike, "Hey, made it to the doctor's office. I see Donna; call you if we're done before you get here."

The second was, again, from Mike, "Harvey, where are you? You just missed… and wow… just call me…" Harvey shook his head at his associate's inability to finish a sentence sometimes. For a smart guy, he had his dense moments. But whatever Mike had seen, heard, witnessed left him in awe. Of course, with Mike, that could be a lot of things: From Harvey telling some douchebag off to Ray actually holding the door open for him.

Harvey listened to the third message, this time from Donna, "I'm assuming Jessica kept you late. That's fine; I'll just give you a copy of the sonogram. So, yeah, Mike and I are heading back. See you when we get there."

"Shit," Harvey muttered meeting Ray's curious eyes in the rearview mirror. "Head back to the office," he informed his driver, who nodded.

As okay as Donna sounded, Harvey knew better. She wasn't going to yell at him or anything. Jessica was his boss, and Donna knew he had to see her when she expected him to see her. And, yes, if they just told Jessica about the baby she would have probably still had Harvey go into the meeting. But, at least she would have let him leave earlier, maybe.

Traffic starting picking up not long after, irritation pumping through Harvey's veins, and they were back to Pearson/Hardman in no time. Harvey moved toward the door, passing the hotdog cart that usually stood outside the building around this time a day. On any normal day, Harvey would have seriously considered getting a hotdog, it being close to lunch and all. But today, the smell of hotdog had his stomach churning slightly.

That had been happening a lot, too. Weird things would have him feeling nauseous, only for a brief second or two, before passing. It happened once around Mike, the younger guy making a joke along the lines of: 'you aren't pregnant, too, are you?' At the time, Harvey had rolled his eyes because it was ludicrous, and an idiotic comment.

"Idiot," Harvey muttered under his breath, knowing somewhere Mike had heard him. He smiled slightly, continuing into the building.

He found Donna sitting at her desk, typing on her computer. He stopped across from her, waiting for her to acknowledge him. She made a point to typing faster, louder, making a show of just how busy she was. It was a tactic she used plenty of times, especially when she was mad at him.

"You're not mad at me, are you?" he finally asked when she failed to say anything.

"I can't be mad at you for doing your job," she responded coolly looking down at a note pad. She tore off the top page, handing it to Harvey. "Three of your clients called, I have your coffee right here,"she set his coffee next to his arm, "and here." She put the picture facedown, pushing it toward him. "I heard the heartbeat," she finished before returning to her computer.

"What?" Harvey said looking down at the picture.

"You heard me," Donna said getting to her feet. "Now, if you'll excuse me, I have to pee for the third time since I got back." And she left Harvey standing next to her desk. He watched her go for a quarter of a second before picking the sonogram up.

He flipped it over, looking down at the photo. He squinted for a second, but soon found what he was looking for. He couldn't believe she heard the heartbeat, Mike heard the heartbeat, and he missed it. He ran his hand down his face, shaking his head. He missed it.

"Hey, Harvey," a nasally voice said and Harvey hurriedly stashed the sonogram in his pocket, schooled his features, and turned to give Louis a smug smile.

"They let you out of your cage," he said smoothly watching the vein in Louis' head tick. "Your keepers must trust you."

"Ha-ha," Louis retorted rolling his eyes. "Have you seen Michael? I gave him some briefs to finish and have yet…"

"Don't you have other associates? Ones who are just begging to be your bitch?" Harvey asked coolly.

"Have you seen him?" Louis repeated testily, opting to ignore Harvey's comment.

"What's a matter, Louis? Your wife call out my name last night instead of yours?" Harvey's smile grew at the glare Louis threw his way.

"That's…" Louis trailed off when Donna returned. "Hey Donna," he said trying to sound suave and failing miserably.

"No," Donna said without looking up from her computer.

"I can't say hello?" Louis asked pushing past Harvey to lean on Donna's desk. "It's only polite…" Harvey wasn't sure what had happened, one moment everything was fine and the next Donna's face took on a green color before she rushed away.

Louis had a look of surprise on his face, watching as the reddish-blond haired woman disappeared around the corner. "Looks like she doesn't like you much, Louis," Harvey commented as realization quickly kicked in when Louis spun around, his cologne stinging Harvey's nostrils.

"Shut up, Harvey. And when you see Mike, tell him I want to see him." and the balding man stormed away, Harvey's smug smile dropping the moment he was out of sight. Donna had had a reaction to Louis' cologne, something that was bound to make the other man suspicious. Louis Litt was a lot of things (slimy, weasely, sleazy, short, balding, a douche: just to name a few), but stupid wasn't one of them. They just had to be careful.

Harvey was torn between following Donna and leaving her be, but before he could come to with a decision, his phone rang. "Specter," he answered on the second ring.

"Louis is looking for me," Mike said sounding as if he were pacing back and forth. "Harvey, I don't know what to do? I traded with Harold. He needed to file a subpoena, but couldn't get through it, and since I figured out how to do that, I thought I'd trade with him. Harold was supposed to trade me the briefs for the subpoena, but he called in sick today and I have no freaking clue where he lives…"

"Mike," Harvey interrupted listening to his associate breaths quickening. "First you need to breathe. Deep breath in, out, in, out." He waited until Mike's breathing was under control before he continued, "And second, do you never listen to me when I talk to you? I told you to anticipate every scenario, remember?"

"N-no you haven't."

"I haven't?" Harvey was sure he said it sometime, or that could have been Jessica telling him. He shook his head, "Then I'm telling you now. Somehow get a hold of Harry's…"

"Harold," Mike corrected automatically.

"Do I need to repeat my interruptions speech?" Harvey snapped testily, the silence the only answer he wanted. "Good. Harold's, then, information."

"How do I do that?"

"Figure it out." Harvey responded before hanging up, only to have his phone ring a second time. He rolled his eyes, checking the screen this time. "Harvey Specter?" he answered when he read one of his client's names.

The voice on the other end was speaking faster than Mike, saying something about suing the cable company or something like that. Harvey took probably six seconds to try and figure out exactly what they were saying then snapped, "Hey, calm down." When the other voice calmed down he continued, "Take a breath and slow down." He listened, nodding, only to have his face fall, "What do you mean she's going to sue the cable company…? Just calm down, we'll figure this out…" he walked into his office, nodding. This day was slowly turning into a bad one…

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Donna returned to her desk, feeling slightly better, popping some tic-tacs into her mouth. As much as she hated getting sick, the up side was Louis was gone. She smiled slightly, only to have it wilt. She hadn't thought about Louis. He was going to get annoying now, asking her question, wondering if she were sick. She figured she could always cry, he'd leave then, but that's only as a last resort.

She glanced up when Jessica stalked past her desk, Mike trailing her looking guilty. She tried to catch the younger guy's eyes, but they were locked on his shoes. Once they disappeared into Harvey's office, the man in question already busy appearing to be busy with six different things, did Donna pick up her head set and listen in.

"Harvey," Jessica said and he looked up, a flash of annoyance crossing his face before vanishing.

"Who do I thank for allowing me this unexpected visit?" he asked sarcastically, his eyes flicking to Mike briefly before meeting Jessica's again.

"Your associate was found lurking around the personal files of our employees," Jessica continued ignoring Harvey's words. Donna couldn't see her face, but she could hear the fury in her voice. Mike and Harvey were in trouble.

"I tried to explain…" Mike tried to defend himself, picking his head up.

"Not now Mike," Harvey snapped just as Jessica said, "Your talking is not helping the situation." Mike's eyes rested on the floor again. An overwhelming urge to burst into the office and shove Jessica's face into Harvey's desk hit Donna so severely she could hardly guess where it came from.

"What are you going to do about it?" Jessica continued when Harvey failed to comment on Mike's wrongdoings. Harvey made to open his mouth, but his cell phone rang again, just as Donna's phone rang.

"Pearson/Hardman, this is Donna," Donna answered after hurriedly ending the connection between Harvey's office and her headset. "Yes, one moment." Donna put the caller on hold, looking up to see Harvey on his cell phone. Usually, when he and Jessica were in a meeting, Harvey would have shut the thing off, but when she just burst right in…

"Harvey," she said into her headset the moment he hung up his cell, a small, barely visible frown on his face. "Call on line two, whenever you're done…"

"Thanks," he said then turned to Jessica. "I'll deal with him in a minute." He got to his feet, buttoning his jacket. "Excuse me." and he left his office in a hurry, rushing past Donna's desk. She looked over at Harvey's office, Jessica frowning at his retreating form while Mike raced after his boss. Donna pushed herself to her feet and hurriedly followed. Something was going on if he was ignoring a call from a client. She intended to find out what…

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Harvey burst into the stall, locking the door behind him, and sat heavily on the floor. Usually he would never do that, with the price of his suits he could hardly think of the nastiness on the floor staining them, but right now he just didn't care.

He just wanted quiet, just for a few seconds. His emotions were all over the place, and he didn't want to think of all the crap he had to clean up. One of his clients was getting wrongfully sued, the other sounded like he had a case, while the last's mother was trying to sue the cable company for knocking the power out on her block despite the fact that the box they were fixing wasn't even attached to her block.

He also had to get someone from IT up to his office to fix his computer, the damn thing crapping out on his after he hung up with the client with the crazy mother. And he had to worry about Louis becoming increasingly annoying when he eventually put together his own theories as to why Donna had rushed off after smelling him, looking as if she were doing a good impression of Linda Blair pre pea soup. Then he had to deal with Mike and his magnetism for trouble. All wrapped up in the fact that he missed hearing his kid's first heartbeat because of early morning traffic.

He took a deep breath, letting it out slowly. He had to get a grip. He was never like this, when he got stressed he pushed emotions down not let them come back up like a clogged drain. Yet here they were, trying to rear their ugly head.

'You aren't pregnant, too, are you?' Mike voice circled his head, the stupid joke echoing off the confines of his skull. He ran his hands down his face, gripping his hair. What the hell was wrong with him? Why was he acting like this?

"Harvey," he heard a familiar voice say and, for a second, actually believed it was coming from his head. Then he turned, spotting Mike's feet standing outside the stall. "Harvey, you okay?"

"Fine," Harvey responded. He reached up to unlock the stall, dragging himself to his feet. He was fine, he was. He schooled his features, the door opening, only to have a wave of dizziness wash over him.

Mike caught his arm before he could fall saying, "Whoa." Okay, maybe I'm not fine…

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Hey, what's up?

You will find out what Harvey is suffering from in the next chapter, but feel free to guess. I am fairly certain a few of you can get it :D

As for the Louis' cologne, ceciilee asked for a scene where Donna was affected by Louis' cologne and I was only too happy to oblige. Plus, it actually helped me plant the seeds of curiosity into Louis' head so I should be thanking ceciilee for her suggestion :D

Anyway, thanks so much for the reviews, alerts, and just plain reading last chapter. You guys are too awesome.

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