"What about the name Wyatt?"
"Wyatt?
"Yeah, Wyatt."
"Too Weird Science, John Hughes, Anthony Michael Hall…"
"Anthony Michael Hall didn't play Wyatt. Ilan Mitchell-Scott did." Donna perked up, "Hey what about…?"
"No."
Donna shook her head, a smirk on her face, before looking down at the laptop sitting on the bed. It had started out as a joke, looking up possible baby names, but the more she looked over the possibilities the more she thought about it. She managed to drag Harvey into it when he came back from the bathroom and got back into his bed.
"Gerty?"
"Gerty? Gerty?" Harvey flashed her an incredulous look. "As in Gertrude?"
"Gertrude Ryan-Specter has a nice ring to it, don't you think?"
"No, it doesn't. Ah, Gerty." Harvey shook his head, looking over Donna's shoulder at the webpage she was on. "What about Stacey?"
"No, that's my niece's name," Donna responded moving on to the next name. "What about that one?" she joked pointing out another name.
"No."
"Oh, but it would be so cute." She laughed at the look of disgust that crossed Harvey's face. "And he would enjoy it."
"We are not naming our baby Louis," Harvey pointed out as Donna giggled harder. "What about Tiberius?"
"Is that a Star Trek reference?" Donna questioned giving Harvey a sharp look.
"Never mind…"
"Sarah?"
"Over used," Harvey said slowly, letting his dark eyes scan the page. "Connor?"
"Knew a kid named Connor, wasn't too fond of him," Donna replied letting her eyes settle on a name near the bottom of the page. "What about that one?" she pointed it out, watching as Harvey's eyes settled on the name. His eyebrows furrowed for a second, his eyes glazing over as memories floored him, but finally he broke free of the memories, took a breath, and said, "That was my dad's name."
"I know," Donna responded quietly. "And boy or girl, it'll work."
"Yeah." He nodded, smiling slightly. "I like it."
They fell silent, Donna shutting the computer's lid. She set it on Harvey's bedside table, clasping her hands in her lap. She smiled slightly, glancing at Harvey.
"What?" he asked cocking an eyebrow.
"I just came up with the perfect middle name," she replied, her grin growing.
"What did…?" realization dawned on Harvey and he shook his head. "No. No. Absolutely not."
"It fits, for both a girl or a boy," Donna pointed out.
"Donna…" she gave him a pointed look. "You're telling him," he said breaking. She beamed, receiving an eye roll from Harvey. It was probably the first real decision they had made together for the baby. A nice touch from all the furniture decisions she had been making by herself. Well, almost by herself.
"So, we're set on this name, boy or girl?" she asked and Harvey nodded. "And…" she smiled
"Just…" he waved his hand to cut her off, running a hand through his hair. "What time is it?" he checked the clock on his bedside table. "Why are you up this early?"
"I got up to pee and noticed your laptop was still on," she replied scratching her nose. "I figured why not look up some names. Get an idea of what to call him or her." she gestured to her stomach. "And I happen to like the name we picked."
"Why do I get the feeling you picked the name the moment you saw it?"
"Prove it," Donna responded smirking.
"I'm going back to sleep," he responded after a few seconds of silence burrowing in his blankets again.
"Does that mean I have beaten the great Harvey Specter?"
"Sleeping."
Donna laughed, shaking her head. She lay down slowly, on her left side, pillowing her head on her arm. She felt Harvey move, his arms engulfing her as best as they could. She snuggled deeper into his chest, feeling herself slowly drift back to sleep…
Suits
It took some coaxing, pleading, and threatening, but Harvey finally agreed to have Thanksgiving at his condo. At first, he did not want all those people at his place, but Donna had a point when she said it would be easier to get both their families together. And Mike was invited, too, of course.
So, the week leading up to Thanksgiving, Harvey found himself getting dragged to the grocery store more than usual, today being one of those days. Their cart was full of the usual holiday food; Donna checking off her list every time she added something new, and Harvey was wondering just how much more she needed. His fridge was already stocked to near bulging.
"Wait, what are you doing?" he had been unaware of which aisle they were in until he looked up to see what she put in the cart.
"What?" Donna asked startled, looking him in the eyes.
"We are here for Thanksgiving things, not your cravings."
"What are you talking about?" Harvey rolled his eyes and pointed at the cart. Donna followed his finger, her eyebrows furrowing. "Those are for the dinner."
"Yes, because M&Ms are such a vital part of every Thanksgiving dinner. Of course, you might want to get a package of Skittles, just in case those pesky M&M haters have a problem."
"Don't patronize me, Harvey. Remember, I get your coffee," she threatened quietly, looking down at her list again. She walked away from him, heading toward the checkout.
"Well, I'm getting a bag of Skittles then," he called after her.
"Knock yourself out," she called back. "If it gets you to stop complaining," she muttered grabbing a random item as she passed it.
"I heard that."
"You were meant to."
Harvey shook his head, grabbed his Skittles, and chased after her…
Suits
Harvey had offered to hire someone to cook their Thanksgiving meal, but Donna wanted to do things herself; with Mike's, Harvey's, and Rachel's help, of course. She had asked Mike to invite Jenny, but Jenny had a family thing and turned the invitation down. Donna wasn't sure whether to be relived or not by that news, so opted to let it go.
She had looked up how long to cook a turkey, both stuffed and unstuffed, but was having a problem deciding whether or not to actually stuff the turkey. She wasn't quite sure she wanted to stick her hand up a turkey, but knew there was a chance she'd have no problem with it if she had to. Her morning/afternoon/night sickness had been almost been nonexistent over the past few weeks. Which was fine by her, throwing up wasn't the greatest past time.
She eventually decided on unstuffed when Harvey reminded her the clock was ticking and her parents would be showing up at eleven. His brother and his family had been in town since the night before and were arriving sometime around noon, while Donna's sister wouldn't be in town until a quarter to one. It was enough time to have the food ready, but standing around trying to decide between stuffing a dead bird or not wasn't getting anything done.
Once the turkey was in the oven, set to the pre-heated oven, Donna got to work on the mashed potatoes, after assigning different jobs to everyone else. Harvey was in charge of salads while Mike shucked peas to be cooked and prepared the green beans for the casserole Donna was going to make.
"Donna, don't do too much," Harvey reminded her every half-hour. He didn't want her to end up in the hospital, and neither did she. So, despite the fact that she didn't want anything to be ruined, she did take ten or fifteen minute breaks every hour.
It was a system that worked great, until the biscuits ended up burnt. Then the potatoes ended up over-cooked, followed by the fresh apple pie falling face down on the floor. It was all going to hell in a hand basket, and Donna was so close to tears that was partially because of hormones, partially because she wanted to make a good dinner. Clearly that wasn't happening.
"Hey, we'll fix this," Rachel said hurriedly, moving across the kitchen to stand next to Donna. The older woman just buried her face in her hands, and leaned her head back.
"This is a disaster," she muttered.
"Mike," Harvey said suddenly but Donna refused to look at him. "Go to the store, any store, and get whatever apple pies and biscuits they have. Stop by a KFC or a McDonalds if you have to. Take Rachel with you."
Donna lowered her hands and head, looking at him. He gave her a quick smile and shooed the others out of the house. He then turned to Donna and said, "We'll fix this, Donna. I promise." She gave him a watery smile and stood up.
"Then let's fix it," she responded moving toward the stove. "Clean that up," she informed him pointing at the pie…
Suits
I am so sorry this took me so long. Writer's block can be a BITCH and it had me backed in a corner, but I'm pretty sure I at least fought it off for the time being... we'll see.
Anyway, thanks for reading. All reviews and alerts last chapter were appreciated. And I own nothing.
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