Five years on.
Mike stood with his robes on, and his degree in law in one hand, and a toddler balanced on one hip. Harvey stood proudly taking a photograph, capturing the moment. "One for the mantle piece." Mike grinned, "Want to see Noah?" The little boy with soft blonde hair and big brown eyes nodded, peering over the large expensive camera, even after all of Harvey's promises about not focusing on wealth so much, he still loved his boy toys. Noah grinned and poked his face, Mike knew Harvey would be wincing at the sticky fingers, but he had got better at dealing with mess recently. The graduation ceremony had been strenuous on Harvey, he had had to entertain Noah whilst Mike waited to be honoured as top of his class at Yale. Harvard.. funnily enough didn't want him in their class of 2020.
Donna came bustling up to them with her husband Spencer and their two children in tow, Lucia and Alexander. "Here let me take Noah.. Hey you little monkey. We could hear you giggling even from where we were sat!" Donna easily shifted Noah onto her hip and Spencer shook Mike's hand, "Congratulations Mike." He nodded politely at Harvey, even though the Harvey was his children's god father.. they just couldn't see eye to eye. Different men.
"Happy birthday you guys!" Mike cried out to Donna's red headed twins, equally gorgeous and funny. Even at four. "Uncle Mike! Uncle Mike! Can we show you the den that daddy built for us?" Mike grinned and ran after them both, out into the back garden where a dual storey tree house come den had been built out of multi coloured woods and proper glass windows.. There was even an elf like door, that Mike just managed to squeeze himself through. It was like a child's palace, beautiful ornate rugs, arm chairs, fairy lights, all of their favourite toys, pots of paint, play dough, jars of sweets way up high, a ladder up to the 'top deck'. He followed Alexander as he climbed up each rung, where two sets of bunk beds were attached to the walls. Each with stereotypical bedding, and more plush toys than they could count. Spencer had really out done himself.
"He built them a treehouse?!" Harvey scoffed whilst he spoke to Donna, she scowled. "Don't do that. Yes he built them a treehouse, they don't really build them in England because they don't survive the winter." Spencer came from a small town in Derbyshire, where they could have up to four months of snow in the winter. "Look. I know you think I can do better, as you reminded me on my wedding day, at the christening of the twins, heck even when I walk into the office in the morning. But, I love Spencer just like you love Mike." Spencer had heard the conversation and casually walked in just at the right moment, slipping an arm around the waist of his wife and kissing her cheek gently. "Your boyfriend seems to love the tree house Harvey, perhaps you should build him one." Spencer cut in. Harvey scoffed again and smiled politely, "Seems a little odd is all I'm saying, the kids are only four." Spencer tried to bite his tongue, but he couldn't. "And what's Noah? 6 months old? And he wore a Tom Ford suit to our wedding? Which he then dribbled all over?" Spencer nodded smugly, "Yeah, thats not odd at all that you spent more on your baby's suit than some people do on their rent."
Donna laughed hesitantly and made a large flourish about how the cake needed candles and she'd lost all the matches, even though there was a pack hidden behind her back. Spencer smirked and went off to get her some. "Play nice." Was all she needed to tell Harvey.
