Someonerandom, Jablonaaa, Donnaspecter, Onyxcareless, Cadalways, EmMNarang2513, Plliarsunite, Lisamichelle17, quintaocastro, tvseriesislife and guests.. THANK YOU for the reviews on the last chapter. It has been a very very long time since I updated and I'm sorry about that. I've just been experiencing a bit of a writersblock which caused me to want to write anything but this fic, but here it is. Chapter 29. Sofia, you know which part is for you and every other person that ships it :)

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Chapter 29: Families

He let out a yawn as he entered her apartment. Placing his coat on the chair next to the hallway, he walked himself to her kitchen, bringing his hand to cover his mouth as he let out a yawn once more. "Hey," he mumbled as he stepped up behind her, his hands briefly holding her at her waist placing a kiss on her cheek.

"How was your meeting?" she asked as she felt his hands slipping away again, her head turning towards him as he mumbled

"Good.. I'm just going to get changed," he added pointing at the direction of her bedroom.

.

*earlier that day*

"So what's the problem then?" she asked looking at the man on the opposite side of the coffee table.

"I don't know," he mumbled raising his shoulders, crooking his head, his eyes fixated on the golden frame of the side table.

"Harvey," dr. Agard sighed, "let's go over this one more time. Your colleague's secretary died, Donna stepped in and she questioned whether she wanted to continue to work for you. And you lashed out at her, blaming her rule for the change your going through together."

"I did," he sighed, "but I realized my mistake and apologized."

"So what is really bothering you then?" she asked her eyes scanning the room around them for a second.

He let out a sigh, biting his lip. "Her father," he mumbled, "he uhm.. he made this comment.. about us not being married, with Donna being.."

"Donna being what, Harvey?" the blonde asked, "what happened?" she added the concern clearly noticeable in her voice.

Harvey's eyes popped open at hearing the worry. "Ooh no she's okay," he reassured, "more than okay, actually," he smiled, "She's … she's pregnant."

"Pregnant," Paula repeated moving back in her chair. "Wow," she continued taking in the proud look on his face and a smile curled up on her lips. "Congratulations Harvey," she mumbled causing him to nod at her.

"Thank you," he whispered.

She moved around in her chair again, leaning or her right armrest as she studied his posture again. "You said her father made a comment about marriage, but the two of you are married. I assume her father doesn't know that?"

He swallowed, "no he doesn't. Besides Jessica, my associates and you, no one knows."

"Don't you think he should know you're married to his daughter?" she asked then, her head crooked as she waited for him to reply.

"Yeah, but it's not that simple. We did this nine years ago like it was no big deal –"

"And it turned out to be the biggest deal of your life," she interrupted.

"It did," he sighed, "I mean.. How am I supposed to come eye to eye with the man I told seven years ago that I would never let anything happen to her when I had already done this. The not keeping up with my end of the bargain. Behind both their backs."

"So you rather keep living this lie than tell the truth?" dr. Agard questioned then.

"I never said that," he countered.

"You said you didn't want to tell, so –"

"It's complicated," he interrupted her with a loud sigh.

"Okay," she continued then, "imagine the two of you wouldn't be married already, would you want to marry her now?" she asked, writing something down in her notebook.

"Yes," he answered.

"Isn't that more important then?"

"But I don't want her to think I see this as a convenience or something. Like … I'm not going to tell her father I married his daughter nine years ago cause I had to buy that apartment, but it's all okay cause I actually want to marry her now?" he blurted out, pressing his hands down on his knees.

"Opposed to before?" Paula countered.

"Before?" he mumbled.

"Was it just for the apartment?" she clarified her question.

"I told you the story," he sighed.

"You did. You said you wanted an apartment that could only be sold to married couples and you asked her to do this for her. But why did you ask her?"

He looked around his eyes falling on the painting of the landscape on the left, letting out a sigh. But he didn't answer.

"You know I asked Donna the same question," she confessed then.

"What do you mean?" he asked.

"We talked about her conscious and subconscious towards making that decision."

"And what's that supposed to mean?"

"Consciously she married you to help a friend, but if you think about it. If it a normal thing to do for a friend? Would you just marry anyone to help them get something, even if the deal is to get out of it soon after?"

"I .. uhm.." he mumbled, he never really thought about this.

"Subconsciously she agreed because that was in some way granting one of her wishes. Being with you in a way neither of you dared to address," Paula explained then, once more causing Harvey to lose his words. The room turning silent. "So, Harvey.. Why did you ask Donna to do this for you?" she asked again then.

Harvey recalled the moment. "I bragged to the real estate agent about … about my red-headed fiancé," he mumbled opening his eyes again.

"So even though you needed someone to help you, at that moment just saying you were engaged would have been sufficient, wouldn't it have been?" she pushed him

"I guess," he nodded.

"Yet, you specifically said your fiancé had red hair. So why did you pick her?" Paula asked him, curious about the answer she already knew he was going to give.

He sighed, "because .. because I .." his mouth turning into a thin line again.

"Looking back, do you think you were already in love with her back then?"

"I'm sorry, do we –" he mumbled turning around, letting his left elbow rest on the bar.

"Know each other?" she interrupted him, "not yet. But today is your lucky day," the redhead beamed as she turned towards him.

"And why is that?" he countered, his eyes not leaving hers.

"Because today is the day you get to meet Donna," she smiled.

"Yes," he sighed closing his eyes, trying to push away the image of Donna in that plaid shirt the first time he saw her.

"So the voiced reason might have been different, but I think that deep down both of you chose to do this out of love," she explained, emphasizing the last word.

"Out of love," he repeated mumbling.

"And isn't that exactly why one should get married?" she asked then as she noticed how her words were finally starting to make sense to him.

"Yes," he mumbled again. "Can't you tell that to her father then?"

"You're acting as if you think I don't love my own daughter," James called after him, causing him to turn around on the golf course.

"People who love other people don't put them in positions to break the law," he answered the older man.

"Harvey," Paula called out his name again as the man opposite of her seemed to be zoned out a bit.

"Yeah," he mumbled shaking his head as he looked at dr. Agard again.

"You said her dad made this comment.. was this just to you or to the both of you?" she informed.

"To me," he answered.

"Did you tell Donna?" she wondered out loud.

"I. .no," he breathed, "I didn't."

"Why?" she needed to push him further about this.

"Because I wanted to protect her," he reasoned, raising his shoulders. Protecting her, that's what he did. What he had done for the past twelve years, it's all he knew and something he will always do.

"Protect her," she objected, "Harvey this is.."

"No," he interrupted, "you don't understand. She's always had this blind spot for James. She placed the man on a pedestal and if she'd hear him say this.." he paused, letting his head rest in his hands for a second. "I know her," he continued looking up again, "and she'd feel like she'd failed or disappointed him."

"But do you think it's best to keep this from her?"

"You don't keep things from me," he shouted pacing through the bathroom of the firm.

"You keep things from me all the time," she fired back, tears welling in her eyes.

"That's because I'm your boss," he counted.

"Well, maybe you shouldn't be my boss anymore."

"Harvey?" Paula mumbled again, as Harvey was lost in thought once more.

"No, but .. I don't know how to tell her," he mumbled then, realising that that seemed to be his problem. That when it came to her, he never really knew how to say things, resulting in him not saying anything at all. But that was before, he knew he had to change this. At least try.

"Why?" dr. Agard asked him, flipping through her notes.

"Like I said," he started, "I don't want her to think I see our marriage as a convenience, because that's not the case. I mean we… we talked about it, the divorce thing," he paused, trying to put his thoughts into words, "we said we didn't want to continue with that, because it didn't feel right, but ..we never …"

"You never really talked about whether the two of you would have wanted to get married now?"

"Yes," he sighed, letting his shoulders hang low as he let his right hand turn around an imaginative wedding band on his left hand.

"You said you would," Paula read out loud from her notes, "If you weren't already, you would. How about her? Do you know?" she asked him.

"I know she used to dream about it.. getting married," he mumbled, "in Nantucket, with only friends and family," he added a smile curling up on his lips.

"That's quite specific," Paula commented surprised.

"She told me nine years ago on our way to city hall."

"City hall," Paula repeated, "can you tell me about that wedding. What it was like?"

"It was…" he paused, "maybe five days after I asked her max and I.. I didn't even tell her it was going to happen that day," he sighed closing his eyes.

"What do you mean, Harvey?" she questioned.

"I had Ray, he's my driver, drive me over to her apartment. And I picked her up, she assumed it was to go to work and… I only told her the wedding, if you can even call it that, was happening that day when she noticed we passed the firm."

Paula swallowed, "and next?"

"She questioned my actions, I told her we were going to city hall. We did the ritual, it's this thing we do before I go to court," he paused a smile on his lips. "It's for good luck and we walked inside. There was no one else, just the two of us. No real ceremony, no flowers.. nothing."

"Nothing," Paula repeated.

"Nothing," Harvey repeated, "except for our wedding bands. There was no music, no speeches, no vows and .." he paused again.

"No kiss?" Paula guessed, causing Harvey to let out a sigh, shaking his head.

"I'm such an ass," he sighed avoiding Paula's gaze, who asked him to elaborate on his words. "I did.. I kissed her then. I asked her to do this and I denied her everything she dreamed of," he mumbled, "yet I couldn't even keep up with her rule that day."

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*present time*

"Harv," she called for him five minutes later as he still hadn't returned from her bedroom, but there was no response. "Harvey," she mumbled again as she started walking herself now, a small laugh leaving her lips as she found him passed out on her bed. Still, half dressed in his suit, fallen asleep in the midst of changing his clothes. She crawled on the bed next to him, her hand sliding over his torso until she reached his tie. Undoing the knot as she removed the piece of fabric.

"Harvey," she whispered again, as she saw his lips curl up at her touch. Her fingers fiddling with the top buttons of his dress shirt, bringing her lips to his ear. "Harv," she whispered, "work with me here.. you can't sleep in your suit," she added as she tried to pull the piece of clothing over his shoulders.

"No," he mumbled his arms bringing her to lay down next to him, holding her closer, "this is perfect," he whispered keeping his eyes closed.

Donna let out a soft laugh, turning around in his arms until she could let her fingers move over his collarbone. "We still got to have dinner," she tried to convince him.

"I'm not hungry," he mumbled, holding her even tighter as a form of protest.

"But I am," she countered her breath tickling his face and she could see by the way the skin near his eyes wrinkled as his lips curled up that she was winning this argument.

"Fine, but let's order in," he mumbled.

"Thai?" she whispered and he hummed.

"Only if it's from that shitty place you love," he countered.

"Of course," she mumbled giving him a kiss on his lips.

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He threw her a goofy smile, his arms stretched holding the box with Thai food out of her reach, no matter how she tried to grasp for it. His arm fell around her waist pulling her closer until her body rested against his. "This is mine," he teased, bringing the box behind her back again.

"Harvey," she begged again giving him her best pout be he shook his head.

"Oouch," he exclaimed as the burnt orange pillow from behind his back landed on his head not soon after, looking at her.

"I'm the one eating for two," she gloated as she managed to take the box from his hand, turning around. Letting her back rest against his torso as she sat in between his legs.

"Fine," he whispered placing a kiss on her head as he held her, watching her eat the rest of his chicken noodles, stealing a bite every once in a while.

"Harvey," she mumbled as she placed the empty box on the coffee table, leaning back against him, "I've been thinking.."

"Yeah," he interrupted her by pressing his lips to the crook of her neck again, making her giggle.

"About the.. Harv stop.. about the firms New Year's reception."

"What about it?"

"I was thinking.." she mumbled again, "you know with all the partners, sponsors and clients being invited anyway… that, that maybe we should invite dr. Agard," she whispered then.

"Why would you want to do that?" he inquired. "Don't you think that after everything, she deserves to know how things are now," she mumbled, "I mean with us. Together and .."

"She already knows," Harvey confessed then, making Donna turn around to face him.

"She knows?" she repeated confused, "how –"

"I told her, when I was there this morning," he answered.

"You told her," she mumbled again, shaking her head. "Wait. I thought you had a meeting. Why were you even there?"

"I did, with her, because I needed to clear my mind –"

"About what? Why didn't you tell me?" she interrupted him.

"Donna," he sighed, "just let me explain, okay?" he asked and she nodded waiting for him to elaborate. "I went there because of something your father said to me," he mumbled.

"What did .." she swallowed in the rest of her words as Harvey crooked his head.

"He said something.. something about us not being married and you being –"

"Pregnant," she whispered and he nodded. "Why did feel the need to talk to Agard about that?" she asked then and he let out a sigh.

"Because," he mumbled, "because I thought about telling your dad that we are… married," he paused for a second, "but I didn't want to give him the idea that I thought that would make everything alright, because we got married all those years ago.."

"Harv," she whispered, her hand reaching for his again.

"I don't want you to think that I see our marriage as a convenience or something," he whispered.

She bent her head towards him, her hand reaching for his cheek. "Hey," she caressed his face, "I know you don't."

His hand covered hers, moving it to his lips and he placed a kiss on her knuckles. "I know we said we didn't want to continue with the divorce, but we never really discussed if we would have - "

"I love you," she whispered, "and that's all that matters now," she added letting her head rest against his chest again.

.

He turned around on his side, his eyes fixated on her. A small smile on his lips as he watched her for a couple of seconds.

"You're a creep," she mumbled with a smile as she moved closer to him.

"I'm not," he countered his right hand moving over her stomach as he pulled her closer, his lips placing a kiss on her cheek.

"You were staring at me. Again," she countered, opening her eyes and looking at him, her left hand covering his on her stomach.

"I can't help it," he whispered, bringing his lips towards her, "you're too beautiful," covering her lips with hers, making her smile through their kiss.

"Harvey," she whispered, moving his hand down her stomach over the tiny baby bump.

"Yeah," he smirked his eyebrows raised as he caressed the skin just below her belly button, his lips leaving kisses on her neck.

"Harv," she giggled, her hand stopping his, "that's not what I meant," she argued, turning her head to look at him.

"What's wrong?" he asked her, a look of concern now clearly visible on his face.

"Look," she mumbled, pulling back the sheet as he questioned her words, his eyes moving from her face to her hand again.

"Yep," he mumbled popping the 'p', "you still look beautiful."

"Harvey," she sighed, making him swallow as he could hear a slight hint of annoyance in her voice.

"Donna," he mumbled, "what am I supposed to see?" he wondered out loud as he looked at her body again.

"It's showing," she blurted out, her hands pointing at her lower abdomen again, his eyebrows still creased as he stared at her. "Look," she mumbled again as she moved up leaning on her knees, turning a bit to show her silhouette. Placing his hand on the tiny bump again as she moved back to face him again. "It's showing, Harvey," she argued again as she saw him give her a goofy smile. "You're not taking me seriously," she sighed.

"I .." he mumbled, leaning on his elbow, "I am," he answered sitting in front of her now, his hands holding her at her waist as he placed a kiss on her stomach. "Guess. We'll. Have. To. Buy. Mommy. Some. New. Clothes," he mumbled in between kisses, his lips moving up until he reached hers, finding them in a big grin. "Wait.." he whispered, "this was your goal all along?"

"What?" she gloated, pressing her lips against his. "I've got no clue as to what you're talking about," she added as she held him tight.

.

"You ready?" he called for her, bringing the glass of scotch back to his lips, staring at the Manhattan skyline. His other hand buried in the pocket of his pants as he paced through the part of his condo she had called so empty and cold. Hearing her answer with an 'almost' as he placed his glass on his dining room table. His eyes turning in the other direction again as he thought of things he could do to this place. Something to surprise her.

His fingers falling around his bow tie again, fixing it one last time as he watched her walk towards him in the reflection of the window. His jaw dropping as he took in her exposed neck and shoulders, the black off-shoulder dress hugging her every curve, a smile growing on his lips as his eyes met hers when she stopped right behind him.

Letting her hands rest on his shoulders, her lips near hear ear as she whispered she was ready to go. He took her hand in his, turning around as he took a step back. Taking her in completely now, "wow," he mumbled, "you look amazing."

"Thanks," she smiled pulling his hand, "you don't look bad yourself, Specter," she added fixing his hair as they walked side by side to the door.

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He held her close, his hand on the small of her back. His lips placing a kiss on the exposed skin of her shoulder as they entered the building Jessica chose to host the New Year's Reception. Stealing one of the white roses from a showpiece on his left, he held it in front of her. "Mrs. Specter," he whispered, turning to face her.

Her fingers fell around his holding the rose, a smile grew on her lips as she felt his hand slide over her cheek, lifting her gaze to meet his. "We can't do this, Mr. Specter," she whispered, her lips pursed together.

"We're not at the firm, Donna," he countered his thumb caressing her temple.

She closed her eyes for a second, letting her head rest against his hand, her fingers slipping over the lapels of his tuxedo. "But it's a work related event, Harvey," she lawyered him, crooking her head with a smile because she knew she was right. This was what they agreed on. "Rules are –"

"Meant to be broken," he whispered before he kissed her.

"Uuuugh," Louis sighed, rolling his eyes at the two in front of them. "Just get married already," he commented as he walked past them.

Letting out a sigh he pulled back, his forehead resting against hers.

"We should -" she mumbled, slowly opening her eyes to look at him.

"No," he interrupted her, "no we're not telling Louis," he mumbled, his hands moving over her back.

"Harv," she whispered, her fingertips curling around the edge of his lapels, a smile appearing on her lips as she felt him pulling her even closer.

"No," he mumbled again trying to kiss her, but she stopped him, pressing her index finger against his lips.

"Work," she whispered, stepping out of his embrace, blowing him a kiss over her shoulder as she walked away.

The sound of her five-inch heels hitting the marble floor faded with every step she took and he crooked his head a bit, taking her in one last time as he turned around to look for the other partners of the firm. Spotting the regal looking managing partner from the corner of his eye, he let out a sigh. "Business time," he mumbled to himself as he made his way over to her. Two glasses of sparkling champagne in hand he managed to produce a semi-genuine smile on his face as he stepped up next to her. "Jessica," he smirked, extending a glass towards her, "you look –"

"I know," she cut him off, "And no," she smiled taking a sip from the glass as she looked at him.

"What?" he mumbled, a frown on his face, unsure what she meant.

"You're not getting out of this reception just because you finally saw the light after twelve years."

"What?!" he blurted out, nearly choking on his champagne as he eyed the managing partner.

"Ooh, come on, Specter," she laughed, "your gaze hasn't left her for a second since the moment you walked into this place," seeing how his eyes landed on the redhead once more. "Goddammit, Harvey," she sighed, "what took you so long?"

"I..." he lost his words.

"I knew you were in love with her the second you mentioned her," she gloated taking another sip from her glass as she heard him let out a deep breath. "Why did it take you two this long?" she asked him as both of them walked to one of the tables on the balcony.

"She had this rule about not getting involved with men she works with," he recalled it, his jaw clenching every time he thinks about that day in the diner when she reinforced that rule.

"So nothing ever happened?" the managing partner now mumbled, curious because she never really talked like this with her protégé, the one she, even though being too young, saw as her son.

"Once," he sighed, "when we both left the D.A.'s office and right after that we worked together again."

"Why did you ask her to work for you?"

"I wasn't ready," he mumbled, closing his eyes, "it would have screwed everything up and it might have taken a long time but... Look at what we've got now," he smiled.

"I'm proud of you Harvey," she whispered placing her hand on his shoulder. "Starting your own family," she added clinging her glass against his and he frowned for a second taking in the look on her face. The tone she used.

"Since we're opening up and stuff," he mumbled looking at the Manhattan skyline again, "wouldn't you have wanted that? A family?" he added.

She closed her eyes for a second, turning around as she let her back rest against the railing, "this," she smiled her hands signalling the event happening inside, "this is my family. My firm."

"I know," he mumbled turning around as well, his head hanging low as he realised once more how little he really knew about the woman that's been supporting his career from the very start. The one that gave him a chance, not just him but also her. Donna. "But that's not what I meant," he mumbled.

She let out a laugh. "You're asking if I wanted to have children?" Her head turning towards him and he nodded. "I don't know.. But I got them anyway," her answer causing him to frown once more. "Louis and you," she smiled, "goddamn stubborn boys, not to mention that gift that keeps on giving you brought along," shaking her head.

Harvey nodded again, she's family. "Thanks, mom," he laughed and she slapped him on his chest.

"If that kid of yours starts calling me grandma you're fired."

"She isn't even born yet," he laughed, "but I'll keep it in mind.. In case I want out of my non-compete or something."

Jessica turned her head towards him, seeing the proud look on his face. "Is it a girl?" she inquired a small smile on her lips, an image of a tiny Donna with two moles above her eyebrow running around the firm coming to mind.

"I don't know," he raised his shoulders, "we haven't found out yet."

"What does Donna think?" Jessica countered.

"A boy," he laughed, as he realized the point Jessica was getting at. She knew Donna always knew everything. "A boy," he mumbled again, softly this time.

"Harvey Specter Jr." Jessica laughed raising her glass once more, "I'll drink to that."

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She looked around the room, spotting the blonde she invited in the distance. A smile on her lips as she nodded, indicating she'd come over to talk to her soon as her eyes fell back on the two glasses in her hands. Her eyes landing on the two recipients she had in mind when she continued walking down the crowd.

"Gretchen," she smiled handing the older woman one of the glasses, wishing her a happy New Year before she turned towards the man next to her. "Louis," she smiled, handing him the other glass of champagne before she pulled him in for a hug. "Happy New Year Louis," she whispered, placing a kiss on his cheek as she let go of him again.

"Same to you," the name partner greeted her as he still held her arm, taking a step back to really look at his friend. "You look beautiful, Donna," he smiled again as he now noticed how the redhead wasn't holding a drink herself. "Here," he told her extending the glass back towards her again, "I'll get my own," he smiled, but the redhead stopped him by placing her hand on his.

"No, Louis. It's okay," she nodded, but the name partner wouldn't take 'no' for an answer.

"Donna, really. Please take it," he pushed again, this time resulting in a small sigh from Donna's sigh, closing her eyes as she realized there was only one thing she could do.

"I can't Louis," she mumbled then.

Her words causing the balding man to frown. "What do you mean, Donna?" he asked, "it's just a glass of champagne," he added, but she let out a laugh this time.

"Louis, thank you. But I can't, maybe in another six months," she smiled, letting her hands rest against her lower abdomen.

The eyes of the lawyer dropped, the words the just pronounced combined with the glow of her skin that was different from what he had once believed to be caused by yoga now only screaming one conclusion. "OMG," he blurted out, the glass dropping from his hand. "You're .. you're.." he mumbled, not even able to pronounce the word, but it was the way that the redhead smiled and nodded at him that made him lose it completely. "I … I need a day," he mumbled walking off again.

"Uhm," Donna mumbled her gaze drifting from the man that just marched off to his secretary again.

"Congratulations, Red," she smiled.

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Harvey looked around the room, his eyes searching for the redhead in the crowd when they landed on someone else instead. That brown hair, smirk smile. "What the hell are you doing here?" he snarled to the other man in the room, causing him to let out a laugh.

"Good to see you too, Harvey," Tanner answered.

"Yeah," he sighed, "this is fun and all.. but why are you here?"

"Harvey, Harvey, no need to worry. I'm not here to kick your ass," Tanner commented, "actually.. I came with my wife," he explained raising his shoulders. The words of the lawyer making Harvey's eyes pop open, letting out a laugh.

"Your wife?" he mocked, his eyebrows raised, "you are married?"

"Yes," Tanner answered in a serious tone now, "she got invited and I'm her plus one."

Harvey shook his head, "good one, you almost had me fooled there," he laughed, but his smile soon faded as the expression of the other man in the room didn't change. "Alright," he continued, "humour me, where's your wife?"

Tanner looked around, the same smirk smile still plastered on his lips as his hand slapped on the lawyer's shoulder. "Right there," he pointed towards the blonde next to Donna, "next to that feisty redhead of yours."

"Don't call – " he countered, "wait," he mumbled now only realizing who the woman next to Donna was, as both women made their way towards them.

"Hi honey," Tanner kissed his wife on her cheek as she stood next to him.

"Hello Harvey," Paula greeted the man next to her husband.

"I need a day," he sighed his head turning to the left, his hand resting on Donna's back as he looked at her, his head crooked and she pressed her lips together to hold her laugh. He always told her how different he was from Louis, but right now he was exactly the same. She nodded at him in understanding.

"Soloff wants to see you," she announced, feeling him squeeze her hand as he walked away, quickly apologizing to both Tanner and Paula. "I'm sorry," Donna continued, extending her hand to shake Tanners, "hello."

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After three rounds through the room, he started looking for her once more. This time finding the redhead on the balcony he had stood with Jessica not long ago. He admired her from a distance for a second, before he made his way outside himself. The air feeling cold on his face, he immediately took off the jacket of his tuxedo, placing it over her shoulders as he stopped right behind her. "Soloff isn't even here," he mumbled placing a kiss on the top of her head, before he stepped next to her. Letting his elbows lean on the railing, just like she had.

"I know," she smiled looking at him from the corner of her eye, "I just figured you wanted an out," she mumbled and he shook his head.

"I can handle Tanner," he countered.

"Good," she smiled, making him repeat the word, not sure what she meant. "Cause I invited them over for dinner later this week."

"You .. what.." he mumbled, "I.. fine," he whispered shaking his head. Never in a million years would he have thought to have dinner with Travis Tanner, but if it was what Donna wanted, it's what he would do. "I can't believe those two are married," he mumbled then.

"Yeah," she laughed letting her hand slide into his.

"You knew?" he whispered, covering her hands with his as he felt how cold she was.

"Yep," she confirmed, making him close his eyes. Of course, she knew.

"Even at the boxing ring?" he whispered.

"Yes, even at the boxing ring," she laughed, thinking back to that day. The day that changed it all for them. "You might have to thank him for all this," she teased him then, letting her head rest against his shoulder.

"I'd like to think it was mostly me being ridiculously good-looking," he whispered in her ear.

"You can think all you want, Specter," she countered.

"Really," he laughed, "so it wasn't me doing .." he whispered in her ear, as his hands moved to her waist.

His words causing her to let out a laugh. "Take me home, Specter," she begged.

.

"Why are we doing this again?" he mumbled four plates in his hands as he walked over to his dining room table.

"I thought you could handle him," she countered raising her perfectly shaped eyebrow as she placed the cutlery on the table.

"Yeah," he mumbled, pulling her in his arms just after she placed down the last knife, "I meant why are we doing this here?"

"Your place is bigger," she commented, letting her arms rest on top of his, as he turned both of them around.

"About that," he mumbled, letting his head rest against hers, "we should start thinking about a room for our baby," he added, his words making her melt in his arms. The way he talked about their child.

She lifted her hands, wanting to point at one of the things in the corner and he could sense what she was going to say.

"Not this cold and empty space of course," he mocked her words from earlier that week, "I was thinking the study room," he suggested.

Donna smiled, turning around in his arms. "Is this you asking me to move in?" she teased him, her lips curling up even more as she saw that surprised look on his face.

"I.. uhm.." he whispered, not sure how to answer this because last time he mentioned moving in she had said no.

"Maybe," she mumbled on his lips before kissing him, "if you make it a real question next time you ask me," she whispered. The sound of the doorbell ringing making them break out of their little bubble. "Shit," she mumbled rushing through the living room to his bedroom. "Got to get my shoes," she explained as she signalled for him to open the door.

Letting out a deep sigh, he turned around on his heels as he made his way to the door. "Welcome," he smiled facing Paula and Travis Tanner.

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"That was delicious, Donna," Paula smiled as she helped the other woman bringing the dishes to the kitchen, as the men moved to the couch.

"So," Harvey mumbled, he had to admit it. The man may be a pain in the ass as a lawyer, but he knew he could be as well and that just like how Donna brought out the best in him, it was Paula who brought out the best in Travis. Extending a glass of scotch to the blue eyed man he sat down opposite of him. "If you were state champion as a kid, why don't you box anymore?" he asked, "professionally I mean."

"Honestly," Tanner sighed, "It was her," he added nodding his head to the blonde in the kitchen. "Used to go to the same college, we were engaged, got a kid together. But she hated it. She hated what that sport did to me. Said it made me ruthless, turn everything off… We split up."

Harvey crooked his head in surprise, "yet you're together now," he mumbled causing Tanner to nod.

"We are. Took us sixteen years," he added taking a sip from his glass, "After we broke off the engagement, it only got worse. The way I acted, like I was unbreakable. On top of the world, above the law sometimes maybe even..," he let out laugh. "You've seen me, you know what I was like. And I can't even remember what case it was but she was there, as a witness and we reconnected and I realized what I had missed in my life."

Harvey frowned once more, not getting over the fact how in some way his life was similar to Tanner's. "But you were there," he mumbled then, "at the boxing ring fourteen and a half weeks ago. So you're boxing again?"

Tanner let out a laugh, placing the glass on the table next to the cactus. "I'm flattered that you remember the day we had our last fight to the date, but yeah I box again," he laughed. "Now just for fun, because I love the sport. Not for the money or the fame, but to remind me of the fight. The fight I had within myself, to fight for her and Sophie."

"Sophie?" Harvey repeated taking a sip from his glass.

"My daughter," Tanner smiled, "she's eighteen now. Don't know where the time went, to be honest," he smiled pulling out his phone to show a picture of the girl with big blue eyes and brown curls. "Harvey," he mumbled again, "don't make the mistake I did. I missed too much of those important moments, not just with Sophie, but with her too," he crooked his head towards Paula again.

"I won't," Harvey mumbled, swallowing in the rest of his words as the woman made their way over to them.

"Shall we go home?" Paula asked extending her hand and Tanner nodded, excepting it.

"Donna, Harvey," he mumbled nodding at both of them.

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She felt him turn around again, pulling on the blanket as she let out a sigh as she extended her hand. "Can't sleep?" she whispered as she let her hand rest on his torso.

"No," he sighed pulling her closer, his hand sneaking under his old Harvard shirt she was wearing.

"Why?" she whispered, but he didn't answer, moving his hand upwards as he let his fingers run over her ribcage. "Harv," she shivered under his touch, "that's not what I meant," she whispered.

"But," he mumbled leaning on his elbow as he hovered above her, "It's. What. You. Caused," he explained in between kisses, before looking at her again.

"No," she laughed placing her index finger against his lips, "what's on your mind?" she asked.

"You," he answered, taking her finger in his mouth.

"I'm serious," she continued but biting her own lip.

"So am I," he smirked, taking her hand in his. Wet kisses being placed from her wrist down her elbow, her shoulder to the crook of her neck, until his lips hovered above hers. Waiting for a kiss she didn't answer.

"Harv," she whispered again, she needed to know what was going on.

He let out a sigh, letting himself fall back on his back next to her. "I think Tanner gave me advice on life," he mumbled letting out another sigh and she could hear how it bugged him by the tone he used.

"Ooh," she mumbled, lifting herself up until she sat down on top of him. A devilish smile on her lips as she pulled her own shirt over her head, her hands falling back on his bare torso. Drawing patterns on his chest as she moved her lips closer to his.

"Donna," he breathed, "what are you doing?" the words being the complete opposite as his hands already moved down to her waist.

"Can't. Let. Tanner. Be. The. Last. Thing. You. Think. About. Before. Falling. Asleep," she mumbled in between kisses as her right hand moved down between them, slipping in his boxer briefs.

"Fuck, Donna," he blurted out.

"Exactly," she smirked kissing him again.

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He turned around in his desk chair, his gaze falling on her cubicle and he noticed how she wasn't back from the bathroom yet. Bringing his hand up to his chin he stared out of the window for a couple of minutes, his mind drifting off from the case he was working on to her every once in a while. The sound of her heels on the floor working as a magnet for his head, turning to face her again. "Donna," he called her over the intercom.

"Yes, Harvey," she chirped as she walked over to him, "what can I do for you?" she asked leaning against his desk, the folders he had been working on in her hands.

"I've been thinking," he started looking her.

"You? Thinking?" she mocked him shaking her head.

"Yeah," he argued leaning forward in his chair, "we should do that more often."

She was taken aback for a second before her smile returned on her lips. "The.." she whispered seeing that signature smirk reappear on his face, an indication that that was exactly what he meant, "you're insane," argued.

"Insanely good," he gloated, biting his lip as he continued to stare at her with his eyebrows raised.

She looked away for a second, letting out a nervous laugh until she regained her posture again. "You're insanely late," she countered pushing the files in his hands, "Dominic is waiting for you in conference room C," she added walking out again.

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He let out a sigh, slamming the file closed again as he pushed the manila folder to Mike who sat next to him. "You cut them a side deal," he blurted out, "what the hell Dominic. We went over this," he blurted out.

"No," Dominic commented, "Your associate and I went over it."

"Bullshit, and you know it," Harvey shot back, clenching his jaw as he leaned back in his chair, thinking about how they were going to fix this mess as the door to the conference room swung open.

"Mr. Specter?" the voice of an intern interrupted the already heated meeting.

"What?" Harvey snarled back turning around in his chair, "can't you see I'm in meeting?!"

The intern took a step back. "Yes, I… I do," the young man mumbled, "but –"

"But what?" Harvey asked annoyed.

"But Ms. Paulsen send me to get you," he stuttered, "she said it was urgent."