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Chapter 26: Thank You

The young lawyer smiled at his fiancée as the two of them walked through the hallway of the fiftieth floor, her hand reaching for the envelope in his hand. "I can't believe they are actually together now," the female associate mumbled.

"They have been for over a month now," Mike countered confused.

Rachel rolled her eyes at him, "I know.. I know, but," she paused flashing the envelope in front of his face. "this.. an invitation for a Thanksgiving dinner in two weeks. Their dinner, they are throwing it together," she continued smiling, "that's huge."

"It's just dinner," Mike countered grabbing the invitation again.

"It's never just dinner, Mike," Rachel shot back, "especially not with those two. Look," she continued pointing at the bottom line. "It says 'Donna and Harvey Specter'."

"Okay," he replied letting out a sigh, "I'll let him know we'll attend this not just a dinner then."

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Mike looked at the piece of paper in his hand again. 'Donna and Harvey Specter,' he repeated in his head as he walked passed the desk of the redhead. Too busy with the meaning of that line to realize the woman in question wasn't even there. He slowly opened the door to his mentors office, greeting the men inside.

"Harvey, here are the files of the Pharmaceutics case," he said handing him the corresponding files.

"Thanks," the older lawyer replied not looking up to the pup, buried in his own paper work.

"Hey, about the thanksgiving dinner," Mike mumbled.

"The what?" Harvey repeated, not really following the current conversation, his reaction making Mike raise his eyebrows.

"I'll just talk to Donna," the younger man continued as he looked over his shoulder in her direction, "where is she by the way?"

Harvey now looked up to the pup, his gaze shifting into the direction of her desk, the words of his protégé still in his mind. "Hmmm," he mumbled. "Strange she said she'd follow me later this morning. I should call her," Harvey now thought out loud.

Mike swallowed hearing his boss speak about his Donna this way, he really had changed. Maybe the 'Donna and Harvey Specter' thing had some special meaning after all. "I'm sure she'll be here soon," Mike continued as he walked out of the door, turning around one last time. "Ooh and for thanksgiving, Rachel and I will be there!"

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His eyes still fixated on the desk in front of him, he reached for his phone. His fingers automatically dialling her number; the only number he knew. And not just because she was under number one of his speed dials. Just like her address, he had never been able to forget about her phone number. He let out a heavy breath as he hears her voice mail for the second time in a row. "Donna," he mumbled to himself, swallowing away his thoughts, his eyes still directed towards her desk.

Absentmindedly he closed his laptop and his feet carried him through the hallway of the fiftieth floor, his fingers impatiently tapping against the button of the elevator. The ride down took exactly as long as it did every day, yet it felt ten times longer. His eyes now only staring at the numbers above the door. His foot tapped against the floor, his fingers starting to undo his tie as it felt like it was suffocating him.

He ran outside, his eyes cringing by the sun, he covered his face with his hand as he looked around. He didn't even bother to call Ray, his hand already hailing a cab. He practically shouted his own address to driver, his fingers frantically typing her number again. His heart beat starting to rise every time he heard it go to her voice mail. His mind going over every possible scenario, one even worse than the other.

He rushed himself inside, his fingers fidgeting with his keys as he tried to open the door. "Donna," he called out the second he stepped inside. "Donna?" he repeated when there was no reply, desperation now clearly recognizable in his voice. He threw his jacket off as he walked through the place, his eyes quickly scanning the living room as his feet carried him to the place he had last seen her this morning. His bedroom.

"Donna?" he tried again, the sight of his empty bed feeling like a punch in the stomach. The sound of soft sobs making his head turn around, a ray of light coming from the bathroom giving her location away. He threw open the door, his heart dropping as he saw Donna sitting on the ground. Her back up against the tub and her arms wrapped around her own torso, still wearing his Harvard shirt. He took in the dazed look on her face, her slightly swollen eyes making him swallow. He'd never been the one to handle seeing her cry.

"Donn," he whispered dropping to his knees next to her. "Donna, are you alright?" he asked his hands running over her arms. She lifted her head, her lips slightly parted, but her eyes weren't meeting his. "And the baby?" he continued before she could say anything.

"Seven weeks," she mumbled still staring in the distance. "Seven weeks."

He cupped her face, his thumb running over her cheek wiping away a tear. His eyes finally meeting hers. "Is everything okay?" he whispered, barely able to pronounce the words as his eyes started to fill with tears too.

"I guess. Yes," she mumbled nodding softly. Her reaction causing him to let out a sigh, his arms wrapping around her, pulling her closer. "But … I … I'm scared," she mumbled her lips in his neck. "Last time…"

"Donn," he whispered placing a kiss on the top of her head, his hand running through her hair. "Everything is going to be okay," he continued.

"Really?" she whispered so softly he could barely hear it.

"I promise," he answered his hand running over her arm as he felt her shiver against him. He turned around a bit, opening the tab of the bathtub. "Let's get you warmed up," he added lifting her up.

She nodded at him a small smile on her lips as she let him lift her shirt. He looked at her bare chest, absentmindedly biting his lower lip. "This looks like a deja vu," she mumbled her eyes searching for his.

He shook his head hearing her words. "No," he mumbled. "Last time you were still wearing a bra... and I was trying to," but he didn't finish his sentence. Instead he closed the tab, waiting for her to remove her final piece of clothing and helping her get in the bath. He watched her sit down in the middle, wrapping her arms around her legs again, he let out a sigh. He'd hope she'd lay down and relax for a while, but she just looked lost.

He kicked of his shoes, his fingers undoing the buttons of his shirt. Quickly undressing himself he took place in the bath behind her. "Lay down," he whispered, his hands on her shoulders, pulling her against him. She rested her head against his chest, just listening to the beating of his heart as she felt the warm touch of his lips against her temple. His fingers drew patterns on her skin until he let his hand rest just below her belly button. Both of them remaining silent.

"You had the same look on your face though," she told him then breaking the silence, slightly lifting her head to look at him.

He looked at her, swallowing because he knew she was telling the truth. "Yeah.. well I can't help it," he concluded, wrapping his arms around her stomach. "You're .. you're just…"

She smiled at him, her fingers running over his arms. "Am I?" she whispered, already knowing what he was going to say.

He gave her his signature smirk, bringing his left hand to her cheek. His thumb going over her lips, before he leaned into her. His warm breath making her part her lips even before she felt his moist lips against hers. Her eyes closed the second they met, the way he sucked on her bottom lips sending a shiver down her spine like it was the first time they kissed. Her right hand moving over his jaw as she tried to turn towards him a bit more, needing to be closer. Only pulling back as both of them needed to catch a breath, their temples pressed together as they breathed the other. "I love you," he whispered on her lips, his nose brushing against hers.

She laughed against his lips, her hot breath making him want to kiss her again, but her hand on his cheek is holding him at distance. She didn't let him, not yet, the accompanied sparkle in her eyes driving him insane. He opened his mouth, ready to pronounce her name, to beg her for more, but once again she didn't let him. Her lips covering his, their tongues finally touching, his hand moving down her neck until his fingers reach her breasts. Softly massaging them in the same rhythm as the dialogue of their tongues he waited for nipples to harden against the palm of his hand.

She moaned some inaudible words as his lips left hers, his name leaving her lips as his lips trailed down her jaw. Leaving kisses until he sucked on her earlobe. His warm breath in her neck as he inhaled her scent. She arched her back at his fingers brushing against her nipple again. The way her hips moved back against him making him even more turned on. Drawing smoothing patterns down her stomach until he buried his hand between her legs, making her hips roll against his arousal.

She felt him growing against her with every move she made. Every move she made caused by the finger that was slipped inside her. Heavily breathing she brought her right arm upwards, wrapping it around his neck pulling herself closer to him, angling her hips in the movement giving his hand better access. The way is thumb is pressing against her most sensitive spot making her moan his name, but he silenced her with his lips, his fingers making sure she'd come against him.

He smiled, pressing a kiss next to her eye as he felt her body relax against him, her head back on his shoulder. His heart warmed as she told him she loved him. His lips finding hers again, as he let her turn around. Placing her knees on either side of his body, her warm hand already on him. Around him. "Donna," he breathed gently biting her lips, the teasing touches of her fingers taking him to another level. "Donna, please," he begged, his hands running over the side of her waist.

She pulled back, letting out a laugh. The sound of her voice warming his heart, just like always but right now it was pure torture. Pure torture the way she let go of him, lifting herself up a bit, letting her hands run over his shoulders to his neck. She pressed her torso against his chest, her hands tilting his head backwards, her fingers playing with his hair. She hovered her head above his, giving him a wink as she leaned towards him kissing him again.

He lets his hands run down over her back, his fingers hooking around her thighs as he made her sit down on his lap again. He could feel her soft spot against him and he wanted nothing more than to be inside her right now. His hands moved to her hips and this time he didn't have to ask, as she already anticipated his move. They worked in sync as she leaned backwards, letting him slowly and deeply slide inside her as she wrapped her legs around his waist.

She rolled against his hips with every thrust he's giving. Burying himself inside her more and more, her nails pressed into his shoulders, not willing to let him go. Throwing her head back as his lips travelled down her neck again. She could feel he was close, her hands cupped his face just before. Wanting to kiss him when he did, feel his breath tickle her lips as he called out her name. She held his face, her eyes meeting his as she smiled. Her fingers wiping away some of the sweat along his hair line, before she let him rest his head in her neck. She pressed her lips against his temple this time, both remaining in silence.

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She looked at his reflection in the mirror, a smile growing on her lips as he looked at her too. She turned towards him, her hands going to the towel he used to dry his hair. She fought his hands until he'd let her take over. Pressing a kiss against his nose as she tossed the towel away, her fingers now just playing with his hair. "I like your hair like this," she confessed out of the blue.

He let out a laugh as he looked at his mirror image, his eyes meeting hers again shortly after. Taking a step towards her he brought a strand of hair behind her ear, letting his hands trail down before letting them rest on her waist. "I like you like this," he answered, "wearing my shirt, just you."

She stepped closer to him, wrapping her arms around his neck. "I like us like this," she concluded, "together."

He let his head rest against hers. "Me too," he whispered lifting her up and carrying her out of the bathroom, making her wrap her legs around him and mumbling his name against his lips. He let his knee rest on the edge of his bed, kissing her before her leaned forward. Laying her down on the bed.

"Harv," she mumbled in some sort of protest as his lips placed kisses down her neck now, his fingers fumbling with the edge of the shirt she was wearing. "Harv," she whispered again, closing her eyes as she felt his warm lips on her skin, halfway between her belly button and her panty line.

He kissed her stomach again, before laying his head down. "Hello baby," he whispered, his lips tickling against her skin, his words making her swallow. "Your mom got scared for a bit," he continued placing his hand next to his head, his fingers caressing her skin. "But you and I know better," he whispered.

She lifted herself up on her elbows, looking at him talking to her still invisible baby bump. "Harvey," she whispered, the tone in her voice making it sound like a question. A question he answered with those puppy eyes and smirk smile she fell in love with over a decade ago.

"Donna," he replied in the same tone, but he didn't wait for her to reply. "There's no need to worry," he continued lifting his head up again, bringing his lips towards hers again. "There's no doubt about it, you're pregnant and everything's going to be fine."

"How can you be so sure?" she whispered, for one of the first time in her life not really feeling like herself, because she didn't know.

"Because I can see it," he tried to reassure her, giving her a quick kiss, his hand running over her lower stomach, "this is a tiny baby bump."

She looked at her own stomach and his hand. "There's nothing to see," she argued raising her eyebrows at him.

"And your boobs are bigger," he added with a smirk smile. She rolled her eyes at him shaking her head, as she tried to supress a smile. He rolled of her, his left hand reaching for something out of his night stand, before he rolled back to her. "And because I read this," he told her handing her the book.

Her hands taking the book over as she searched for an explanation in his face, her gaze redirecting to the book seconds later. She let out a laugh. "'Help I got my hot wife pregnant'?" she asked reading the title out loud, "really?"

Harvey looked at her and nodded. "Well… I did get you pregnant," he started, "and your hot and technically my wife," he added smiling at her.

She bit her lip. "About that?"

He reached for her hand. "Yeah?"

Donna let outbreath before she spoke again. "We didn't really talk about it," she started, "and I don't really know what it this all is and where it's exactly going, but I don't want to continue with the divorce."

He swallowed, letting her words sink in as he thought of his own response. He pulled her closer first, letting her head rest on his shoulder, as he was still holding her hand. "This," he started. "This is exactly all I ever wanted with you and it's only going in the right direction," he whispered, his words comforting her. "And I don't want to divorce you either."

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* Two Weeks Later *

"Happy Thanksgiving, Harvey," Rachel chirped as she walked past her boss that Thursday morning in the hallways of Pearson Specter Litt; the only firm that was probably still open in town. The older lawyer just nodded at his associate as he strolled further down to his office, the pure sight of the redhead in front of him making him smile. She'd always been the one to make him smile, but the last nine weeks even more, because they were together now.

"Good morning, beautiful," he whispered leaning on the edge of her desk, making her smile.

"Hello handsome," she flirted, placing his coffee in front of him.

He smiled and reached out his hand for the cup, his fingers scraping past her hand. "Thank you, Donna," he whispered before he took the coffee and turned towards his office.

She watched him walk away, her eyebrows still frowned a bit. Did he just thank me? She brushed it off as a coincidence, but his comment just stood out. Especially if you haven't had those kind of responses in the past. She continued working on his calendar, before she got the files from the file room he had requested.

With the box in her hand she walked back towards his office, opening the door with her hip she turned around to face him again. "The files you needed," she told him as she placed them on his desk. He lifted his head, his eyes meeting hers.

"Thank you, Donna," he answered again.

She let out a small laugh, placing her hands in her waist. "Okay, what's up with you today?" she questioned him.

He's now the one to look confused at her, "what do you mean?" he asked.

"Thank you, Donna," she mimicked his voice. "Twice today. What's gotten into you?" she asked throwing her hands in the air, signalling that she's really questioning him.

"It's Thanksgiving," he reasoned, "doesn't that mean I'm supposed to thank you?"

She rolled her eyes at him, shaking her head as she walked towards the other side of his desk. "That's not really how it works, Specter," she starts. "Any normal person would thank someone for giving them coffee or bringing them files. Thanksgiving is for more.. It's special," she continued telling him.

He watched her lean against his desk, and he can't help but let his hand run over her hip. "In that case, let me properly thank you on the couch tonight."

Covering his hand with hers, she leaned towards him. "You can thank me on the couch any time, but tonight we have the rest over for dinner."

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He listened to Louis go on and on about something he doesn't even fully understand, maybe because he's not paying attention because it's Louis or maybe because she's sitting on the other end of the table and he just can't keep his eyes off of her. It's probably a combination of both. He watched her laugh, throwing her head back as his other associate is apparently telling something funny, but he can't hear them.

Rachel moved her chair a bit closer to Donna's, leaning forward to the redhead she whispered "Is there something you need to tell me?" Donna blushed, letting her head hang low a bit, but she didn't answer. "Donna?" her best friend pushed, now placing her hand on her arm. "Donna," Rachel started again, "I couldn't help but notice you're glowing and trust me when I say this is a different glow than a yoga glow."

Donna bit her lip. "What are you saying?" she questioned her best friend.

Rachel pointed at the fire place. "If I'm not mistaken," the brunette started. "There are three pumpkins standing there. Two large ones and a tiny one.. And with your eye for detail and planning things... Does this mean what I think this means?" The words had barely left her lips as the associate saw the redhead nod, a big smile on her face. "OMG," she squealed, "really?" Her response causing Donna to whisper a very silent yes, their little moment interrupted as Harvey coughed trying to get their attention.

"Hello everyone," he started his glass of scotch in his hands. "First of all thank you for joining us tonight and a happy thanksgiving. With that being said, I have a few words to say," he spoke as he looked around his dining room. "Louis," he started, "we might not always seem eye to eye, but I hope you believe me as I say this time that you are a valuable member of our firm, a great attorney. And yes my friend. Louis, you are the man," he concluded raising his glass to his fellow name partner.

He turned to face Jessica next. "Jessica. You're my boss, my mentor and I know you don't like to hear it but maybe even a mother figure to me. I know it's not common knowledge and not said enough, but without your help I would have never been able to go to law school. You've given me a chance and I'll forever be grateful for that. Thank you, Jessica."

This time he looked at his associates. "Mike and Rachel, the happy couple, my associates and yes also my friends. I wanted to thank you for all that you've done for me in the past years. And especially these past months, for pressing me to do what I should have done twelve years ago."

The words had barely left his lips as he looked at her. At Donna. "And that brings me to Donna. The woman I met twelve years ago, the woman that has made me to who I am today. Because I really cannot be me without her. She's not just my secretary or best friend, she's the love of my life. She's my everything. Donna, thank you for everything that you've ever done for me. Thank you for waiting all this time for the fool that I have been. Thank you for loving me non the less, I know it must have been hard. And thank you for giving me the chance now to show you how much I've always loved you. Thank you, Donna."