10 weeks...

Harvey's concentration had been shot for weeks now and it wasn't showing any signs of getting better. If there was one thing Harvey had always prided himself on, besides his ability to practice the law, it was how well he managed to keep his shit together, but right now, he was a complete mess. No he wasn't sitting in a dark room listening to Adele songs and drowning himself in scotch, but perhaps it would have been easier for him if that had been the case...

Sleep had become nothing more than a joke, a far off thought as he worked late at the office most nights, knowing that if he went home, he would only stare out into the city, letting his mind overanalyze everything. He hated to admit it, but Mike was right. What the hell had he been thinking? You don't just go and buy a family house out of the city.

One minute he was thinking hypothetically, harmlessly looking through property ads wondering what it would be like to live outside of the hustle and bustle of the City, and the next thing he knows he's clutching a set of keys and his bank account has taken a significant hit. Donna was supposed to be the hormonal one, not Harvey, and even though he would like to palm all the blame on her, he knew he couldn't.

If only she hadn't told him that she liked that one particular house, if only she had kept her opinions to herself for once in her goddamn life, than maybe Harvey wouldn't have gone running across town to ensure he bought that house before it was snatched off of the market.

What did he think he'd achieve by buying the house? Did he expect to break the news to Donna and for her to run into his arms and confess her undying love for the man? Would she jump up and down excitedly on the spot and start picking out paint samples for the nursery? Did he honestly think any of that was possible? His decision was irrational, it was a move made out of pure optimism, based on feelings that were slowly overwhelming him, feelings that he still hadn't addressed.

Life had become increasingly complicated for the lawyer and it was all his own doing. He was the one who suggested that they had a child together, he was the one that suggested that they should sleep together to better the chance of conception, he was the one who bought a goddamn house in the suburbs. And he was pretty sure he was the only one who remotely felt anything.

Not that he could tell you what exactly that was.

Harvey was exhausted, desperate for a break, for a little reassurance, but for once in his life, confrontation was not at the top of his agenda.

"You look like shit," Mike observed as he strode into Harvey's office, throwing himself on the sofa as he shoved a doughnut in his mouth.

"And you look like a baboons' ass" Harvey countered, taking a sip of his luke warm coffee.

Mike raised an eyebrow as he placed his feet on the table in front of him "God" he breathed, "You're so tetchy these days. Bought any more houses?" he grinned, mocking Harvey "Or have you enrolled your unborn child into Harvard yet? I hear enrollment for the year 2033 is already filling up."

"See that's funny, because I have more chance of doing that then you ever have of getting a legitimate Harvard education"

"Ohhh" Mike replied, clutching his chest "right to the heart Harvey, you slay me." Harvey smirked as his fingers tapped absentmindedly against his desk, his legs jittering under his desk, his whole body just agitated from its inability to concentrate. "You look like you've just drank 15 double espressos" Mike pointed to his shaking legs "You alright?"

Harvey mumbled a response, moving his attention to his laptop screen, his eyes scanning through various emails before he hit a mental wall once more. He groaned, "This is ridiculous, I have the concentration span of Louis Litt trying to complete a deposition in a room full of kittens"

Mike scoffed out a laugh, wiping the sugar residue from around his mouth before pulling his cell phone out of his jacket pocket "You need to chill out, blow off some steam, get drunk, go get laid, whatever floats your boat."

"Mike" Harvey warned, eyebrow raising.

"I'm just saying" Mike raised his spare hand defensively in the air, his eyes still fixated to his phone screen "You haven't waltzed into the office with the 'I just got laid face' in forever, have you forgotten how to use it?" he asked, blindly pointing in the direction of his crotch.

"I don't have a 'I just got laid face'" Harvey shot back, folding his arms across his chest as he leant back in his seat.

Mike looked up at Harvey, giving the lawyer a pointed look "Yeah right" he scoffed "Louis sings R Kelly's world's greatest, Donna wears one of her morning after dresses she hides in Rachel's office and you, you look like you just found the last golden ticket to the Wonka factory."

"Does your ass get jealous from all the shit that spews from your mouth?"

"Whatever, you know I'm right."

Harvey rolled his eyes, hoisting himself to his feet as he paced the length of his office, stopping to look out of the window "You need to get a life Mike and stop sticking your goddamn nose into mine."

"Okay, okay" Mike grabbed his bag off of the floor, throwing it over his shoulder, coming to the conclusion that he would have more fun hanging out with Norma than he would with Harvey right now "I'll leave you with this... new, super hot paralegal on the 32nd floor, and she's single."

Harvey ignored Mike, letting his comment wash over him as the younger lawyer left. Normally Harvey, out of pure curiosity, would go and assess the 'talent', but the very thought of having another woman in his life, no matter how long for, just didn't interest him. He turned around slowly, running a hand through his hair as his gaze fell on Donna, busily chatting on the phone to someone, her eyes fixed on her computer screen. A small smile tugged at his lips as his eyes lingered on the red head, noticing how her cheeks had a little more color today, her eyes a little brighter. Harvey shook his head as his stomach flipped, Donna's eyes locking with his briefly as she gave him a tight lipped smile.

She ended her call, beckoning Harvey with a finger as he dramatically rolled his eyes, dragging his body across the length of his office towards her. "Donna." he greeted, his voice firm.

"Do I look fat?" she asked in a hushed tone, her face turning serious as she pushed her chair away from her desk.

Harvey furrowed his eyebrows, looking at the woman as if she were insane "What?"

"Fat." she repeated "Do I look fat?" she smoothed the material of her dress against her flat stomach, her face scrunched up.

"No..." he replied slowly, hoping he had said the right thing.

She sighed, blowing a strand of hair out of her face "The bean has made me bloat so bad and before I know it, I'll be the size of a house." she pouted "I didn't think I would be saying goodbye to my beautiful wardrobe just yet..."

"Bean?" Harvey asked, his hand digging into his trouser pocket as he subtly pulled out his wallet.

"Bean" she smiled "I don't like saying 'it' so I'm calling him or her bean, because that's how big they currently are."

"I like it" he grinned, his eyes travelling down to her stomach, his chest swelling with pride as he pictured what she would look like in a few months time.

"Oh!" she clicked her fingers, snapping Harvey out of his daydream "I'm going to have to take a long lunch today, okay?" She watched him carefully, waiting with bated breath for his answer, deciding that if he asked, she would tell him why. But if he did, she wouldnt mutter a word. It was a stupid rationale, but it was the only one she could think of, her brain shutting down, overwhelmed with decisions and feelings of her impending future.

Harvey should have asked why, but he simply nodded, sliding his black American Express card across her desk "treat yourself to a couple of new dresses whilst you're at it."

Her face lit up "really?"

He shrugged "Yeah, as long as it's something I'd like."

"Hang on, are you wanting me to buy dresses for myself, or are you trying to tell me that behind closed doors you like to slip on a pair of Louboutins and play dress up."

"Obviously the latter" he deadpanned "You know what I mean."

"Hmmm" she mumbled "Have I ever worn something that has made me look anything less than phenomenal?"

He thought for a few seconds "No..."

"Exactly. Now leave me alone, before I buy a handbag to go along with it."

"Donna?" Donna spun around at the sound of her name, biting her lip as she came face to face with Louis.

"Louis" she smiled politely, throwing her hair over her shoulder, mentally cursing his timing.

"There' s something different about you?" he narrowed his eyes, trying to figure it out as Donna squirmed, feeling somewhat uncomfortable under his scrutinizing gaze "You look absolutely regal" he grinned, his eyes bright. "It's that yoga again isn't it?"

She felt like laughing, poor naive Louis, years later and he still hadn't cracked the true meaning of Donna's 'yoga' sessions. "Yes Louis" she lied, nodding her head.

He snapped his fingers, bouncing on the balls of his feet triumphantly "I knew it. You're glowing, you really need to tell me where this yoga God resides."

"Maybe one day, Louis" she patted him lightly on the shoulder.

"Just look at you" he started again, pointing at her figure, his eyes lingering for a few seconds, his smile faltering ever so slightly. "Breathtaking"

"Louis" Donna let out a shaky breath, feeling that he was catching on to her secret "I've really got to go." her eyes darted around the corridor, planning her nearest exit.

"Oh" the smile disappeared from his face, his expression turning stern "I understand. Harvey being a slave driver as usual."

"Something like that"

"The opera soon?" he asked hopefully as she started to walk towards the elevator, Louis following her like a lost puppy.

Donna turned around as she entered the elevator, her fingers pressed against the lobby button as the doors began to slowly close on her "sure Louis, sounds great."

"Donna Paulsen?" Donna's head shot up at the sound of her name as she placed the out of date copy of Vogue down beside her, slowly getting to her feet as she smiled at the middle aged woman calling her name. She nodded, silently following the woman into the bland office, slipping her jacket off, placing it with her bag on the chair in the corner. She let out a shaky breath as she slipped onto the plastic covered bed, hoisting her body into a sitting position, rubbing her sweaty palms against her dress.

"Is your husband or partner coming?" The doctor asked with a polite smile "I can wait a few minutes if he's stuck in traffic..."

Donna pursed her lips together in a tight line, an uneasy feeling erupting in the pit of her stomach, her fingers twitching by her side. Her eyes glanced at the clock, Harvey would be starting the meeting she had scheduled for him any minute. "No" she breathed, slapping a convincing smile on to her lips "It's just me."

She tried to ignore the sympathetic look that the female doctor gave her as she nodded curtly, scooting over on her chair to grab the ultrasound machine. Donna closed her eyes, letting her body relax against the plastic covered table as she tried to calm her racing heart, the mixture of excitement, terror and general nausea testing her ability to keep her lunch down as she let out a soft groan. Her eyes shot open as the door slammed against the wall, shaking on its hinges, she gasped.

"Wow" he breathed in disbelief, shaking his head as he narrowed his eyes at the red head, he were pissed. Nostrils flared, fists clenched in anger Harvey stepped into the room, his demeanour softening as he looked at the doctor, introducing himself politely before looking back at Donna, the anger returning.

He sat down on the seat beside her as Donna dared to speak "Harvey..."

"No Donna." he shook his head "No. We don't do this now." he stated firmly "you do not get to take this away from me."

She gulped harshly, her teeth digging into her quivering bottom lip as she stared at the man, an unreadable expression on his face. He was hurt, she knew that much, but this...this was so much more. She had fucked up on a monumental scale and she knew that a quiet Harvey was so much worse than a Harvey Specter who was screaming the house down. She should have told him.

The pair sat in an awkward silence, tension thick in the air as the doctor got everything ready, running through the basic technicalities with the two of them.

Donna let out a shaky breath as the doctor squeezed the cool gel on her stomach before starting the ultrasound. Her eyes flickered between the doctor and the screen as she searched for the foetus.

"Ah ha." the doctor exclaimed victoriously as she stopped the machine, pointing at the screen "That right there, that's your baby"

Harvey's movements stilled as he made sense of the grainy image on the screen in front of him, his gaze following the doctor's finger as she pointed towards his baby...their baby. If he was brutally honest the image hardly resembled a baby, but the sound of the heartbeat filling the room was the most beautiful sound he had ever heard. His eyes never left the screen as his hand blindly searched for Donna's, intertwining their fingers together, giving her hand a squeeze as she dared to look at him for the first time, momentarily forgetting the impending argument. His lips pulled up into a smile, mesmerized at the sight as he let out a long breath. "Wow."

The doctor nodded "Would you like a photo?"

Harvey nodded enthusiastically "Can we have two please."

The doctor finished Donna's examination, running the pair through the necessary information about what was in store for them before leaving them too it, excusing herself quietly.

Harvey got to his feet as Donna shimmed herself off of the table, pulling her dress back down to cover her stomach. Taking another quick glance at the photo, Harvey stuffed the image into his pocket before reaching for the door, wordlessly making his exit.

"Harvey" she hurried to her feet as she followed the man out of the office "Harvey" she repeated, trying to grab his suit jacket as he shrugged her hand away. The cool air hit both of them as they exited the doctors surgery, Harvey's feet coming to a halt as he spun around, coming face and face to Donna.

"You're fucking unbelievable" he muttered "you know that right?" he added, feeling the need to ask her, unable to comprehend it himself. He waited for her to answer as her shoulders slumped, her gaze fixed firmly on the ground. "Who fucking does that?"

"Harvey..." she tried again, desperate to explain.

"I don't understand" he replied exasperatedly, throwing his hands into the air "I don't understand why you'd go through such lengths to exclude me from this." his face fell further as he took the scan photo out of his pocket, his fingers lightly brushing over the surface "I don't understand why you didn't want me there." he finished, his voice barely audible. "You tell me you need a long lunch, you schedule me into pointless meetings with a client of Louis' and IT technicians. Why?!"

"I-I" she stuttered, unable to formulate a coherent response "I'm sorry"

He laughed silently, rolling his eyes "Yeah" he scoffed "you're sorry you got caught"

"No!" she protested weakly, reaching out for him once more "No. Harvey, please, I was just... I was scared okay!"

He furrowed his eyebrows together, confused. "Scared? Scared of what Donna? Of me?"

"Of the situation." she whispered. "I-it's real now."

"Now? It's been real since the moment we agreed to this Donna, it's been real since we first tried the insemination kit, since we first slept together."

"What do you want me to say Harvey?" she begged, what was she supposed to say? She had her reservations, hell, she had so many that she could write a novel based on her current emotional state, she had no idea what she was doing. Everything Donna knew had been turned on its head, she was terrified.

The conversation came to an abrupt halt as Ray pulled up in front of them as Harvey let out a long sigh "Take the car Donna." he said, void of emotion as he opened the passenger door for her.

She shook her head, her vision blurred from the tears that had begun to form, guilt consuming her. "No Harvey"

"Just take the goddamn car Donna" he replied in frustration "and take the rest of the afternoon off. Go and buy those goddamn dresses"

"But I haven't finished sorting out the Cartwright files."

"I'll do it myself."

"But-"

"Go home Donna before I say something I cant take back."

He couldn't stand to be around her, it was a realization that hit her like a brick as she slowly nodded her head, slipping into the back of the car silently. She looked at the man with apologetic eyes as he closed the car door, stuffing his hands into his suit jacket pockets as the car pulled away from the curb. Donna cursed herself mentally as she closed her eyes, letting the tears roll down her cheeks, her head pounding. Sure Harvey and Donna had had their fair share of arguments over the years, but she could count on one hand the amount of times he had looked at her in that way.

"Miss Donna?" She opened her eyes slowly as Ray said her name softly, glancing back at her with concerned eyes in the rear view mirror "Are you and Harvey okay?"

Donna scoffed out a laugh and shrugged "The impossible has happened Ray, I've fucked up."

Donna you bitch! What have you doneeeee.

I was scared that you all hated the last chapter as all I got was silence, I was like...NOO HARVEY DAMN YOUR BOLD MOVE.

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Hiatus is over, I am back. Let's do this!

Yeaaah love that neither of them know what they're doing and their emotions are destroying them from the inside out.Peace up, A town down.