Harvey woke up the next morning and took out two aspirin's from the bedside drawer and swallowed them using his cup of water to try and help with the headache. He took Donna's note from under his pillow and read it. He looked at his clothes first and saw that he slept in the same clothes from last night but didn't care. He stared at the note again and tried to compose himself.
Don't stop dreaming of me…
I'll still dream of what could have been…
From your Bella
-Donna
He took out his phone and dialled a number and heard it pick up.
"Jared," He said taking out a piece of paper and pen from the drawer next to his bed. "I just want to know which hospital Jon and Mary are in. I want to pay the medical bills."
"Donna's got that covered. They don't need any money." Jared said closing his eyes and preparing to possibly argue with Harvey again.
"What money? Surely she doesn't get paid that much?" Harvey asked confused.
"You still underestimate her after all these years? She's my sister, she could be sitting on her ass all day having Kentucky Fried Chicken and drinking Coca Cola whilst the bank give her money for free. C'mon Harvey." Jared said as Harvey felt his smile from the end of the line.
"Then I want to send flowers," Harvey said thinking of an excuse.
"Thanks but we've got enough. Seriously, it looks like you've got into a market stand full of flowers."
"Let me send some to Donna at least. I have a stuffed monkey for Patrick and-"
"Harvey, you don't under—UGH," Jared said sounding furious and frustrated to the point of ripping the hair from his scalp off. "You can't come running back to her life after all these years. It doesn't work like that and you know it."
"Jared you're the only person I've spoken to out of the family since she left me but it's not going to stop me from flying out to Cortland Sunday night. You can call the police or the coroner but you can't stop me now." Harvey said confidently.
"There's no reason to-"
"I still love her that's my fucking reason, Jared," Harvey said raising his voice. "I love my son. And no matter how much your family have isolated me you're still family to me and you're going through a difficult time. I've done everything I could with my life except being with a family and I'm not prepared to let that feeling run away forever."
"Harvey...I'm looking out for you too. Please, Harvey; stop. It's just going to give everyone heartache and we can't afford to have another one now. It's going to destroy you more than you think it's going to repair you." Jared said trying to make him understand and he put his hand on his face and closed his eyes.
"I need them. I need her. More than ever." Harvey said running a hand through his hair.
"There's nothing for you here, Harvey. Stay home." Jared said cutting the phone as Harvey kept the phone by his ear for a few moments.
Angela and Harvey decided to go to the after match celebration tonight. Harvey decided to wear his navy suit with Angela wearing a red dress that she bought from home.
"How long are you going to take Uncle Harvey?" Angela asked knocking on his bedroom door.
"Five minutes," Harvey said from his room and putting his pants on.
"You know when women say five minutes we actually mean get the hell away from here we're trying to look as pretty as possible so I'm wondering if it's the same for men," Angela said putting her ear to his door.
"For men, five minutes mean five minutes. There's no point of you standing out there, go watch TV or something." Harvey said buttoning the top button of his pants and grabbing his belt.
"Fine. I'll start counting you down…..IT'S THE FINAL COUNTDOWN!" Angela said on her way towards the couch.
Four minutes and twenty seven seconds later
"I'm out now. How was my timing?" Harvey asked smirking as he sat next to Angela.
"You were late," Angela said crossing her arms.
"No way. Harvey Specter is never late." Harvey said shaking his head.
"So you've never come to school or a meeting late where everyone looks at you as if you've mutilated a body and were on national news and trending on Twitter?" Angela asked raising her eyebrow.
"Nope." Harvey said popping the 'p' letter. "Never been late."
"Liar," Angela said putting his hand to his hair. "If you don't tell me the truth I'll ruin your hair."
"You wouldn't," Harvey said widening his eyes as he leaned back slowly.
"You going to test me, Uncle Harvey?" Angela asked wiggling her phalanges as she leaned her fingers towards Harvey's hair forcing him to lean back until Angela leaned towards him fast. He quickly grabbed her arms as her fingers were inches from his hair.
"Angela. Stop." Harvey said laughing as Angela laughed back.
"No way Jose," Angela said moving her hands through Harvey's wrists.
"If you touch my hair I'll kiss your Coach in front of your whole class," Harvey said smirking.
"You wouldn't," Angela asked shocked.
"Don't like being in my shoes now, don't you?" Harvey said smirking.
KNOCK! KNOCK!
Both of them heard an urgent pounding coming from the front door.
The chain on the door rattled from the vibrations and made Angela jump back and clinch a pillow as she tucked it around her arms looking towards the door.
"Go back to your room, Angie….and be very quiet. Turn off the tv. Turn out the lights. If it gets loud, lock the door and hide in the closet, got it? If you feel like crying then grab Rocket and cover your mouth with her. " Harvey whispered at her and getting her to walk slowly towards her room.
"Why…?"
"Because I said so," Harvey replied sternly.
She did as she was told and crawled into her room. She turned everything off and grabbed Rocket shutting the door. She kept her ear against the door opened the door slowly and listened to Uncle Harvey making his way to the front door, and taking out a gun from the drawer next to the door.
Harvey looked out of the peephole with his right eye and saw the light from the hallway shining on top of the younger man in a hood which covered his face, dark jeans, a blue shirt and black blazer angrily beating his fist against the door without hesitating as if he demanded to go inside his apartment. Harvey readily pulled the hammer of his gun and cracked the door, "Can I help you?"
It was a teenager.
That was all Harvey could gather from the lack of facial hair from his face.
The guy barged his way in, shoving Harvey back with the door and demanding with hard eyes but his face still in the dark. "Where is she?"
"Excuse me, but who the fuck are you?" Harvey said looking down at him placing his finger lightly at the gun's trigger.
Angela recognized the voice immediately and knew she was in deep trouble, "Uh oh…" She took a big breath and tiptoed out of her room and into the main area. Angela met eyes with the intruder and wanted to curl into a ball. The younger man scolded with the hoody still covering his face, "You are in so much trouble…What are you doing here?"
Angela looked to Harvey but clutched Rocket to her neck and answered the intruder, "How did you find me?"
"Did you forget I was coming to watch your last match and the phone call...let's not begin with the phone call I just had." The teenager said. Harvey stood closer to Angela as if he could protect her. Harvey eyed him threateningly as the guy spoke, "After the match, I spoke with Coach Dunne and she told me you cancelled your dorm stay. That an 'Uncle Harvey' was bringing you there and taking you back home. Get your stuff. You're leaving…now."
"I don't think so," Harvey completely and defensively stepped in front of Angela who in turn grasped his hand and peeked out from behind him.
"Angela," Harvey looked down at her, "Who is this?"
"I've got a hotel room. You're not spending another moment with this stranger. What have we taught you about strangers?" The younger man asked scolding her.
"He's not a stranger!" Angela yelled back spitefully.
"What because you've known for a few weeks? He's not your uncle. And if he knew that, he wouldn't have kept you here and taken care of you. He would've turned you away like any kid in the system." The teenager said angrily.
"Yes, he would! He's nice and smart and good! He's going to adopt me." Angela said confidently.
"Adopt you? He can't adopt you." The younger man said as if it was obvious. "Him adopting you is impossible. You bel—"
"I demand to know what the fuck is going on!" Harvey shouted looking firstly at Angela. He took her shoulders and looked into her eyes as she was chewing on her bottom lip. "Are you my niece or not. Don't you dare lie to me, Angela!"
"I think it's best if you watch this." The younger man said sighing and handing over a DVD case.
"Please don't do this," Angela begged the younger man.
"What's this?" Harvey asked taking the DVD case and opening it curiously to find a DVD with 'Messages From Home' written on it.
"Please don't. I beg you; it'll...please don't watch it." Angela said looking at Harvey.
"What's in here?" Harvey looked looking at Angela and then back up at the younger man whose face was still a mystery of its own since it was still covering his face in the darkness.
"The answer to your questions." The younger man said sternly.
"Angela. Why don't you want me to watch this?" Harvey asked looking concerned at her. Tears started to drip down her face as she looked at the teenager.
"Now he's going to hate me! I hate you! I hate you! I hate you!" Angela said screeching as she grabbed Rocket and started to cry into it.
Harvey walked towards the DVD player underneath his TV and ejected it open as he took out the Guardians of the Galaxy Blu Ray and placed in the DVD that the teenager gave him. He clicked the close button and turned the TV on as he took out a chair and placed it close to the TV and watched the screen. The DVD played as he saw a nine-year-old boy in his room recording himself.
The room had movie posters ranging from Toy Story to Batman and showed a bed that he was sitting on.
"Hey dad, this is my first video blog. Just finished 3rd grade. Only a few more years till I go to middle school and I'm scared because I don't know what to expect and-"
"I can't do this."
The video stopped for a moment as Harvey looked confused. The next video was the boy at age 12.
"Hey, dad. Decided to make another video after four years. Doesn't really feel like four years but who's complaining?" The teenager said. "Anyway, I'm getting straight A's and Moms over the moon. Mr Macht tells me that I should do law...I'm thinking about it. I'm not sure whether I'd be good at it but I guess time will tell. Mom tells me that she'll take me to Hollywood to see the Walk of Fame. Never really understood why there should be a star with someone's name on it, what if they run out of space?"
"Can I sweakk?" The sound of the little girl said which sounded familiar.
"Sure." The teenager said moving out of the camera and re-appearing with a four-year-old redhead on his lap.
"Hey, Murph. Say hello to Daddy. Say hello." The teenager said trying to get her to wave at the camera.
"Hello, Dada." The three-year-old girl said making the teenager smiling.
"What's your name?" The teenager asked smiling and kissing her nose.
"Angela Murphy...Spec...Specter." The three-year-old girl said.
Harvey's mouth opened slowly opened as his world came screeching to a halt so unbelievably fast that Harvey felt the whiplash. In his neck, in his back. Harvey felt chills run through him and freeze his blood over. He looked back at Angela who started to cry at the video and looked back at the DVD and back at the teenager who took his hood off.
"Do you miss dada?" The teenager asked.
The four-year girl nodded as the teenager smiled.
"Hey, dad." The teenager said a year older. "I'm a year away from being a freshman."
"Patrick, I need you downstairs." Came the voice of a woman whose voice was too unrecognizable to not recognize…it was Donna's.
"Uh, I'll be back," Patrick said as Harvey started to laugh silently but slowly turning into pain seeing his son for the first time in years.
"Hey, dad. Never got back to making that video. Mom's been on my case all day and Murph just got into Kindergarten. She punched someone after they said that she never had a dad. She's a little rebellious anyway...kinda stubborn I guess. I'm a freshman now and it's great. Managed to make some new friends, they're all great. Sorta like my old friends so I feel right at home. Oh, and I sneaked into a party actually; mom never found out at first but when I came back she was sitting in front of the door with a shotgun like she was sitting in front of the chimney on Christmas Day waiting to torture Santa. When she sent me to my room I got a little upset and my mind wondered about what you would have said, you know. Whether you would have punished me even more or whether you'd make Mom calm down but then I realised something that night. I guess it's because I've forgotten you sound like….and…and I-I've got no way of knowing. I try to Google you and you don't exist. Nothing on the database, not even of Twitter. No videos of you and not even a single picture, mom keeps all of them kept under lock and keep. I think mom put some sort of internet filter or something because I tried searching you on my phone and you never came up sorta like the man who wasn't there...now I'm starting to think she's a secret agent...yeah." Patrick said laughing a little as tears started to erupt from Harvey's eyes
"Oh. I met a girl and I think she's the one. I know I'm a little too young for all that but mom says that no one's too young for love. Did you think Mom was the one when you saw her? I hope you did because it's the one fairytale I keep playing on repeat, you and Mom seeing each other and knowing that someday you were going to marry each other and die old." Patrick said smiling to himself as he took out his wallet from his pocket and showing him a picture. "Here's a picture of her, right there. I'm probably going to marry her someday and the good news is that I've got the rest of my life to know her." Patrick said showing a picture of the both of them smiling to the camera as the sounds of Harvey's sobs were slowly coming out.
"Hey, dad. Been a year since I last recorded a video…This is Natalie. How long have been together now? About two years now." An eighteen-year-old Patrick said with a moustache growing from his upper lip as more tears dripped down Harvey's eyes. "I've good news for you...we're gonna have a baby. I know it's too early but she's the last thing I think of before I go to sleep, and the first I think about when I wake and can't think to live without her. Mom's downstairs crying because she can't believe that I've grown up so fast and that she's proud of me. Oh, I got into Cambridge and I'm gonna be doing Law; just like you. I know it's no Harvard but still, it's Cambridge and I'm sure you would have been proud of me."
"Sorry, it's just been a while," Patrick said with a beard and inside a dorm with a beard. He covered his face as he was about to cry but fought his face as he rubbed his face and looked back at the camera. "Natalie died...with the baby. Your grandson...he's dead. They tried to save him but he died a minute after Natalie. Since I knew the doctor he let me hold him in my arms and I knew he was long ago. I was left along with the loud silence that day, with my dead fiance on the hospital bed and my dead son in my arms.."
Harvey's face dropped even he covered his face not able to control his tears now. "Mom got really upset and she's downstairs crying. It was a boy and wanted to call him after you. I guess she misses you as much as we do but I wouldn't know. All this, you know, it's got me wondering whether I'll find 'the one' again. I don't know whether she's my true love or soul mate and there's a difference. The difference is that one's a choice and one's destiny. Have I now lost my destiny? I...I don't know. All this made me think about your dad. You lost both your true love and soul mate in mom. How do you get over it? Why aren't you here to give me advice?" Patrick said covering his face and sobbing into his hands. "Anyway, Mom found out that I've been making these videos and she tells me that I have to let you go."
Harvey started to nod frantically as Patrick looked towards the floor wiping a tear from his face. "I don't know whether this finds you but I'll love you. We'll all love you and bye." Patrick said leaning over to stop the recording of the video. Harvey leaned forward to touch the screen but it'd turn off because he could touch it.
He held one end of the TV and the other until Donna showed up on his screen. She looked older and mature but she still had the beauty that he remembered she had. Harvey moved his hands slowly away from the TV and stared at it as Donna struggled to come up with words.
"Hey, Harvey," Donna said.
Harvey turned his head to the side and whispered: "Hey Donna."
"How you been you son of a bitch?" Donna asked with a straight face but with a hint of cheekiness that he remembered her for. "I found Patrick's camera and wanted to borrow it and found out he's been making secret messages to you. I asked him about it and I saw his face drop. I didn't punish because how can you punish someone who hasn't seen their dad for 11 years. You'll probably think it was five years because unless you love that time will flash by? The reason I wanted to record this was that today's our wedding anniversary. Our 20th actually considering Patrick's 18 now. 20 god damn years. And it's special because you told me we'd have 3 kids and we'd both be retired living at home by then."
Harvey began to cry his silent cry again as he covered his face not able to look at her anymore.
"I think now be a great time to see you again," Donna said wiping her face away and turning the camera off.
Harvey turned around to face both of the kids.
"Hey, dad."
"Patrick-"
"Now you know why you can't adopt Murph? She already belongs to you. She's your daughter."