Thanks everyone for the reviews! I so love reading those. I took some time to update, but I needed a happy Darvey so here's some wedding planning. Enjoy and let me know what you think :)

Martha's fingers traced the embossed letters of the invitation as she waited patiently for her daughter to answer her phone, a thousand questions forming in her mind, not sure which one she wanted to ask her daughter first.

"Hey mom, are you alright?" she heard her daughter on the other end of the phone.

Martha let out a sigh at the sound of her daughters voice. A voice that seemed to be the same as always. Not stressed or as stressed as she had expected her daughter to sound. "Donna," Martha mumbled as she looked at the invite in her hand again, "I hope you called the calligrapher for a refund cause the invite I just got says your wedding is in little under two weeks."

Donna laughed at the idea that's what had gotten her mother so stressed, she had wanted to tell her before the invites went out. But her mom was wright, there wasn't much time left, so she had agreed to also send the invite to her parents. She just hadn't thought the invites would be there before she would be, as she looked to the left and smiled at Harvey.

"Donna," Martha repeated a bit more serious this time, "why are you laughing? That's a huge mistake of the – "

"Mom," Donna interrupted as she looked out of the front window again, "it's not a mistake. Harvey and I are getting married within two weeks."

Martha dropped the invite and stared at all the bridal magazines in front of her. Two weeks. But there was so much to be done. She knew her daughter had access to the best wedding planners there were out there. Heck, she knew her daughter could probably plan the entire event all by herself, but it had always been a tradition in the Paulsen family to let the mother of the bride plan it. Or at least help with the planning. That's what she had done with Alice's wedding eight years ago, that's what she was supposed to do now. Now that her oldest daughter was getting married. And she was nowhere near done for the wedding to be within two weeks.

"Mom, are you still there?" Donna asked now, worried at the complete silence at the other side of the line.

Harvey heard the concerned tone in her voice and glanced to his right. He watched her for a second, the frown on her fore head growing by the second. He wished she was looking at him right now, so he could smile at her. Comfort her, tell her everything would be alright. But instead he heard her repeat the question. Harvey swallowed and placed his hand on Donna's knee as he looked at the road ahead again. He gently squeezed it, something she usually did to comfort him.

Donna felt his fingers on her leg, his touch still having the same effect as it did when they weren't together. Making her skin burn and releasing a thousand butterflies in her stomach, but this time his gesture didn't make her relax. Not yet. It was the voice of her mother after a minute that did.. "Mom, are you at home?" she asked.

"Yes," Martha mumbled as she looked around her dining room again, still at lost for words.

"Great," Donna answered as she let her left hand slide towards Harvey's, their fingers intertwining the moment they touch. "Harvey and I are on our way," she continued as she looked at him again, "and we have to tell you something," she added as she watched his smile grow at her last sentence.

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"You want to tell her?" Harvey stated as he took the next exit on the high way.

Donna looked at her stomach, although there was nothing to be seen yet. "Yeah," she mumbled as she lifted her gaze towards Harvey, "we moved the wedding up by two months, I think we have to explain. And I really want to tell her," Donna added.
Harvey looked at Donna and the look on her face made him duplicate her proud smile. He lifted their hands and moved them towards his lips. "I love you," his whispered as he placed a kiss on her fingers.

"I love you more," Donna replied as she placed her other hand on top of theirs.

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Martha continued to stare at the golden letters on the white cardboard, Donna Roberta Paulsen & Harvey Reginald Specter. When she had heard her daughter talk about Harvey over a decade ago she had always known that there was something between them. She talked about him with more admiration than she had done of anyone else. Even more than her last boyfriends, but as the years went by and Donna kept denying that there was anything between them her hope had fled. Martha always knew the reason why it had never worked out between Donna and any other guy she had dated while she was working for him. She had asked or even told her daughter more than once how she thought about Harvey, and she couldn't be happier now. Now that her daughter finally got what her daughter had wanted all along, Harvey. Martha heard a car pull up outside her house and she walked towards the hallway.

Harvey opened the door for Donna and gave her a hand as she stepped out of his black mustang. She smiled at him as he did so, he had always opened the door for her but she loved the fact that he kept doing these little things for her. He really is the perfect gentleman. She let her hand slide along his arm as their hands became entangled again, another thing she never imagined she would do or a thing that he would do, but somehow it was the most natural thing for them to do when walking together outside the office. Martha opened the door and watched the two lovebirds walking towards the entrance. She wondered how it was possible that they even managed to get there without falling as their eyes never seemed to let go of the other.

Reluctantly Donna let go of Harvey's hand as she now stood in front of her mother. "Hi, mom," she said as she let the older woman embrace her.

"Hello honey, good to have you home," her mother answered as she hugged her daughter.

Harvey smiled at the sight in front of him, it was a far stretch from his family situation and he couldn't help but wonder about his own mother. Not that he felt the need to see her or invite her for the wedding. It was just a feeling of something he missed, the fact that Martha also embraced him made him swallow.

"Welcome home, son," Martha said to him as she place her hand on his cheek, "now let's get the two of you inside."

Donna noticed the reaction of her mother's words on Harvey's face, she knew how much he had missed such contact. But it wasn't her place to push him about his mother, she knew that. Donna gently rubbed his arm and smiled at him as she followed her mother inside. "Where's dad?" She asked as she found the living room empty.

"He's in the garden, honey. I'll call him," her mother replied as she signalled Harvey to take a seat.

Harvey looked around the living room, he had been here only two times before. When he had to pick up Donna for an urgent business meeting he had needed to go to, it wasn't that she had to be there. He just preferred to not go alone, he preferred to have her near him. The second time was during the thirty fifth wedding anniversary of Donna's parents. Donna's sister Alice had already been married and pregnant of her second child and Donna's youngest sister had been engaged as well. Donna didn't want to go alone as her aunts kept bugging her about being single, so she had asked Harvey to join her. It had been one of the most interesting evenings in her life, if she thought she was going to avoid the questions by bringing someone she was out of luck. At the end of the night there were several stories going round the party. About who Harvey was and how they met, but all stories had one thing in common. That they were hopelessly in love with each other and very happy together. Harvey smiled as he recalled that night. Donna had made clear to him to not tell anyone about the other time or insinuate anything was going on between them. And that's what he had done, all he had said was that Donna had been working for him at the D.A.'s office and that he couldn't go work for Pearson Hardman without her. Professionally, that's what he had meant with the explanation, but all guests thought it had been for personal reasons and if he looked back at it now he knew that was the truth. He had asked her to follow him because he couldn't not have her in his life.

Harvey watched Donna sit herself down next to him, she leaned against him and pointed at one of the pictures on the table near the window. Harvey adjusted his gaze and studied the photograph, it was one of them at the particular night he had just been thinking about. After half an hour she had pulled him aside and yelled at him for making her aunts and uncles believe that they were together. He had tried to explain that he really hadn't said that or had meant to say that, he had offered to explain to everyone. Even to make a speech about them, that it wasn't like that. But Donna opted against it, she could hear her youngest sister already laugh at the thought of the speech. "Let's pretend," she had said to him. And so they had, resulting in having to dance together slightly closer to each other than both of them had felt comfortable at the time. "Move closer, son," one of her uncles had said, "you're not afraid of your misses are you?"

Harvey smiled at the picture of Donna in his arms, her head on his shoulder, her arms wrapped around his neck her fingers playing with his hair. His arms wrapped around her back lingering around the small of her back. He had been intoxicated by the smell of her perfume, the touch of her fingers on his skin. The kiss on his cheek to thank him for the night had almost been too much for him.

As Donna was telling Harvey about how much she had enjoyed that night her father entered the room. "There's my little girl," he had called out the second he spotted the familiar red hair.

Donna turned her head towards her father and got up from the couch again. "Hi dad," she mumbled as she gave him a kiss on the cheek.

"Mr. Paulsen," Harvey greeted the older man.

"It's Robert, Harvey. You know that."

"Robert," Harvey repeated as he shook his hand.

"So how are things at the firm?" Her father asked Harvey as Donna moved to the kitchen to help her mother.

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"Harvey also takes vanilla in his coffee correct? Just like you," Martha asked.

"Yes mom, but I'll have a tea if that's okay." Martha looked at her daughter, giving her the same questioning face Donna had perfected for Harvey. Donna saying no to coffee, it had to be a first.

"Sure," Martha answered as she reached for the boiler, "you look beautiful honey," her mother continued.

"Thanks," Donna blushed as she wondered if her mom also already knew just like Harvey's grandma had been able to tell.

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"So tell me," Martha started as she handed Harvey his coffee and watched Donna take place next to her fiancé, "why did you move up your wedding to two weeks?"

"Uhm, well..." Donna started as she placed her cup of tea back on the coffee table and looked at Harvey. Harvey smiled at her and reached for her hand as he nodded.

"We have something to tell you," he completed her sentence as he looked at Martha and Robert again and squeezed Donna's hand to indicate she's the one to tell.

"Mom, dad," Donna started, "you're going to be grandparents," she said with a big smile.

"OMG," Martha screamed out as she brought her hand to her mouth, making Robert hold her in place. "Donna, you're –"

"Yes," Donna nodded before her mother could finish her sentence.

Martha practically ran out of her chair and hugged both Donna and Harvey. "I'm so happy for you," she chirped as she was pulled away by Robert who also wanted to congratulate the happy couple.

"So, how far along are you?" Martha asked after the first shock had settled down a bit.

"Just over two months," Donna beamed as she smiled at Harvey again, "that's why we moved up the wedding," she added to explain.

"It's the dress, isn't it?" her mother asked as she remembered the dress they had picked out a month ago.

Donna nodded with a blush on her face. "Yeah, I want to get married while it still fits."

"And Harvey, you don't mind having the wedding in under two weeks?" Robert asked, "as I understood things are pretty busy at the firm."

Harvey laughed at his soon to be father in laws comment, "that's correct, Robert. It's quite busy at the firm, but right now all I want to do is marry your daughter. Whether she fits in that dress or not," Harvey added as he Donna gave him a small nudge with her shoulder.

"I just want to look good for you," Donna countered.

"Donna," Harvey answered, "you always look good."

Donna had to restrain herself from answering with her signature line, her thoughts going back to the planning of the next two weeks. "Mom, I was hoping you could help me plan the rest of the wedding the coming week? I know you already did a big part of it."

"Of course, honey," Martha answered, "but don't you have to go to the firm? There's a lot to be done."

"Actually," Harvey started, "we figured it was best to give Donna the next two weeks off. She wouldn't be able to focus on anything else otherwise –"

"Hey," Donna interrupted, "I can multitask."

Harvey smiled, "I know, but as I was going to say… I already had a business trip planned for next week and I cannot cancel that, so we figured I should go, cause I probably wouldn't be able to focus or do my job if Donna was only at the firm half the time and this way I won't interfere with the planning."

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Harvey followed Donna up the stairs towards her old bedroom. A room he had only been once before; at her parents wedding anniversary. They had both gotten so drunk that day that they had to stay the night; the pretending causing everyone to expect Harvey to sleep in the same room as Donna. Harvey wrapped his arms around Donna's waist as he followed her in the room, his chin on her shoulder. "I'm not sleeping on the couch this time," he whispered as he kissed her neck.

Donna smirked at the memories of that night, "Ooh, I'm not so sure about that," she teased him.

"Ooh, but I'm certain," Harvey countered as he lifted her up and placed her on her bed, his body hovering above her.

Donna stared into his glistening eyes and smiled at him as she wrapped her arms around his neck, her fingers playing with his hair as Harvey moved his body closer towards her, their lips nearly touching. He paused his movement before he finally closed the distance and his lips met hers, his hands disappearing under the s-shirt she had been wearing all day.

Donna pulled back for a second. "Harvey," she mumbled, "my parents are down the hall."

"I don't care," Harvey mumbled as his lips trailed down her neck and his hand started lifting her shirt. "I can be quiet," he added as he removed her t-shirt. Exposing her breasts in a black bra.

"Guess we can't sleep in these clothes anyway," Donna answered as she lifted herself on her elbows and started undoing the buttons of his shirt, making Harvey's hands disappear behind her back and undoing her bra.

"You never sleep with a bra," he smirked as he removed the straps from her shoulders and kissed her again.

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The next morning Harvey walked down the stairs again placing his bag near the front door before he joined Donna at the dining table. "Hey," he greeted her as he placed a kiss on her head.

"You're ready to go?" Donna asked as she placed the guest list back on the table and turned towards him.

"Yes," Harvey answered, "I've got my bag ready. I'll pick up Mike at the firm in an hour and I'll let you know once we get there" he added before he kissed her. "How's the planning going?" he asked.

"Great," Donna replied as she turned around in his arms again, "was just about to go over the guest list again. Table setting and stuff."

"I don't care as long as I'm sitting next to you," he whispered in her ear.

"Harv," Donna replied, "this is important. Do you know how many people are coming? Over three hundred."

Harvey let out a small sigh as he reached for the list on the table, "Let's see," he said as he scanned the table.

Donna took a step to the side and watched him scan the list, a frown growing on his face. "See," she gloated, "it isn't that easy."

"Donna," Harvey replied as he placed the list down and turned to face her. "Why's my mother on the guest list?"