So I have been looking at all the chapters over the past couple of days and I have come to the conclusion that I prefer to put Aiden in situations that makes him cry. In order to rectify that, this chapter does not have Aiden crying in it whatsoever. That makes me feel a little better.

This chapter is dedicated to Msreadalot71292. I hope you're still lurking around this story.

Disclaimer: I do not own Suits, just Aiden and Fred.

Age: 4 years old

"Daddy…daddy. Are you awake?" Aiden asked, his voice a harsh whisper in the dark. Harvey groaned and flipped his head on his pillow to stare over at the toddler leaning on the side of his bed. Aiden looked so small compared to the large surface he was trying to lean on. He was dressed in his usual red and blue Iron Man pajamas and his blonde hair fell loosely around his chubby cheeks. His brown eyes were alert, as they were every morning. Harvey sighed and pushed his face deeper into the pillow, thinking why oh why is Aiden a morning person? The bed started to bob underneath him, telling him that Aiden was trying to climb up onto the bed but his legs were too short to propel himself up the large gap. Harvey sighed and pried his arms out from under his chest and placed them on Aiden's hands. He pulled the toddler up onto the bed, hearing a pleased squeak from him as he was settled onto the cushiony pillows. Aiden pulled the duvet up and slipped under the blanket, snuggling next to his father. Harvey closed his eyes, lightly dozing when he felt a poking at his side, digging into his ribs. Harvey opened his eyes blearily.

"Daddy, where's your phone?" The boy asked innocently, his voice still in a whisper. Harvey pulled his hand out again from the warm cocoon of the blanket and groped around the bedside table. He found the phone and handed it to Aiden who gleefully unlocked it with a deft swipe of his finger and pressed one of the game shortcuts. Harvey chuckled and closed his eyes wanting to get a little more sleep. Aiden quietly played next to him; well, he was mostly quiet aside from the hissed cheers when he got the Giant Coins and level ups and the disappointed jeers when he didn't get the right prizes on the conveyor belt.

Harvey wasn't sleeping much anyway; he never really did when Aiden came into bed with him. He couldn't remember a Saturday after Aiden turned two that the boy didn't climb into bed with him at six-thirty. Aiden was an early riser and his hyperactive self needed someone to play with; Harvey was the only one around. So Harvey relented and let the boy come in the bed and play on the phone. The boy was careful enough with the thing that Harvey didn't really mind allowing it. He felt another prod to his side and he shifted under the surprising touch.

"Daddy. I'm on level one-zero-two." Aiden told him happily, still whispering in his ear. Harvey grunted in understanding and flipped his head over on the pillow, his face turned away from the child. Aiden played on the phone for a little longer, pressing different games until he was bored enough to try and fully wake his father up. Aiden climbed on top of the older man's back and placed a leg on each side of Harvey, pressing into the sides with his heels. "Daddy…wake up…" He called pounding the strong back with little fists. To Harvey it felt like he was getting a rough massage and he arched his back from the pressure of the toddler against his spine. Aiden sure knew how to annoy someone awake.

"Alright, alright, I'm up Aiden, I'm up." Harvey said rolling over and gently displacing the child next to him. He blinked his tired eyes open and gazed upon the waiting child bouncing next to him. Saturdays were always an early day despite a late night the evening before. Aiden's bedtime on a normal weekday was eight-thirty but on Friday nights Aiden was allowed to go to bed at nine-thirty bordering on ten in the evening, if only to allow Harvey to have a little more rest on a Saturday. It seemed to have backfired though; Harvey thought as he slowly sat up and regarded Aiden with a weary look. "Hi there Aiden-bug." Harvey greeted in a rough voice. Aiden smiled that addicting smile back.

"Hi daddy-bug." He replied with his chirpy voice. Harvey rubbed at his eyes and then at his hair that was falling into his eyes. Aiden copied his dad and giggled when the blonde tresses fell back into the eyes. Harvey smiled and scooted out of bed, stepping gingerly onto the floor. Lately his back had started to bother him in the mornings; he figured it was old age (he was only forty-two). Aiden climbed out of the comforter and lifted his arms so Harvey could grab him and place him onto his feet on the floor since the drop was too much for the child to attempt yet. Someday though, Aiden definitely would try it; it was a guarantee (and break his arm in the process). Harvey walked off into the bathroom while Aiden stopped off into his own room to do God knows what while Harvey attended to personal matters in the bathroom. After his business was finished Harvey crossed into the living room and sat on the couch. The Yankees were playing today, he thought gleefully. It gave him and Aiden something to do later on in the afternoon. There was nothing more that Harvey liked better than watching baseball with his little boy. Aiden was interested (thank God) with the sport and his indicatively curious nature shone though. He asked question upon question (daddy, is that how you catch, can you teach me?) even cheered and booed (although he didn't know why he was exactly but it was the thought that counted). He heard the distinct patter of Aiden's feet as he ran into the living room and jumped head-first onto the couch. He landed with an 'oof' and lifted his face from the cushion, smiling at his father. Harvey quirked an eyebrow, mouth twitching to stay straight, and Aiden swung his legs over the arm of the couch and sat next to his father.

"What's we doing today daddy?" He asked brightly. Harvey bopped the small nose playfully.

"Breakfast, walk, shopping, baseball." Harvey recited to him. Aiden started to bounce on the cushion excitedly.

"The Yankee's are playing today?" He asked and Harvey nodded. Aiden cheered and jumped off the couch, running to get his shoes on. It had become sort of a tradition for the two. Saturdays were their day; no work, no school (when it was during the school year; Aiden would start pre-school on Tuesday) just them. They would walk to the store down the street and pick up something for breakfast in their pajamas; the only time Harvey would be caught without his suit on or hair done. It was a charming simplicity, a side of Harvey most never would see. Aiden came back into the room, pulling his jacket behind him and throwing it onto the couch next to Harvey.

"Aiden." Harvey prompted with a serious voice.

"Can you help me with my jacket daddy?" Aiden asked sweetly. Harvey smiled and pulled the boy into his lap. He helped Aiden slip his each arm into the jacket and he zipped it closed. The zipper hit the barrier of teeth at the base of Aiden's neck and Harvey leaned in a kissed Aiden on the nose, making him giggle. Aiden slipped down from Harvey's lap and scampered off to the hallway to wait for Harvey to slip his feet into his own shoes and put on his sweater. Aiden spun in small circles in the hall, looking up at the dangling lights on the ceiling. Harvey came into the hall, pushing his wallet in to the pocket of his sweater and took Aiden's hand. The glass elevator was waiting for them. Aiden rushed in and pressed the lobby button and the doors closed. Looking at the city through the glass was one of Aiden's favorite things to do in the mornings, no matter the weather. He told Harvey he especially liked it when it was raining or snowing. Harvey asked why and the boy replied that it made him feel like he was a part of the rain and snow, that he was falling from the sky. Harvey thought it was a little morbid but reminded himself of the precocious innocence that Aiden displayed. He wasn't a jaded soul, cut down by the world yet; he could still appreciate its beauty for a little while. Aiden hummed a little tune next to him and bounced with the beat as the elevator came to a stop on the ground floor. Aiden practically flew out into the area and almost hit the porter of the building.

"Hiya Fred!" Aiden said cheerfully, throwing his head back to look at the tall, thin man. Fred looked down and smiled at Aiden.

"Good morning Mr. Specters." He greeted the two with a tip of his green hat. Aiden giggled; he always liked being called Mr. Specter, it made him feel like an adult. "Where are you off to today?"

"We're going to the store, then we're going to eat, then we're getting dressed, then we're going—" Aiden babbled, never taking a breath, until Harvey bopped him gently on the shoulder.

"You're babbling." Harvey told him. Aiden blushed slightly and took a deep breath.

"Daddy says we have a lot to do today." Aiden summarized concisely. Fred leaned down to look at Aiden closer.

"Someone's told me a rumor that a little boy's going to school Tuesday." Fred said with a sidelong glance to the left, as if he were telling a secret. Aiden's face brightened.

"Me, that's me.!" Aiden cheered with a gasp, feeling important. "I'm going to pre-school! Daddy's taking me!" Aiden said happily. Fred chuckled.

"Pre-school, already? Time flies doesn't it Mr. Specter?" He asked Harvey.

Harvey nodded. "It certainly does." Harvey commented wistfully, thinking about just that. It seemed like only yesterday Harvey had gotten the boy when it was actually three years ago. Mike would know the exact time frame down to the minute; the weirdo. Aiden giggled.

"I'm going to a new school too, not the old one. Daddy didn't like the old one." Aiden whispered at the man conspiratorially. Fred nodded in understanding, shooting Harvey a look. The other man knew exactly how difficult the other school was for Aiden as the father had often commented about it. Fred was a good worker, had been working in the building long before Harvey became a lawyer and was a good listener. Fred was glad that Aiden was moving to a new school and hoped that it would be a better fit. "And Fred!" Aiden continued. "I get to wear a school uniform!" Aiden placed his hands in front of his face as if a uniform was the best thing in the world.

"A uniform? Really?" Fred asked. Aiden nodded.

"Yeah. Daddy doesn't like the uniform though. It's a white polo shirt and I don't have a tie. I have to wait until I get older to wear a suit, daddy said." Aiden told the porter. Harvey sighed; this kid would be the worst spy ever. Harvey pulled on his hand to get him to move toward the door.

"Okay, Aiden, we need to go. You'll see Fred later." Harvey told the toddler as they left the building. Aiden waved back at Fred over his shoulder.

Harvey and Aiden walked quickly down the busy street taking in the crisp, cool September air as they walked by the entrance to Central Park. It was a nice location they lived in, as Aiden liked the park very much. The kid liked to be outdoors Harvey had noted. It was a shame they lived in the city but Aiden did better than most children. He was able to go out most days because Christine took him when Harvey went to work. He was definitely Harvey's son; Harvey hated being inside as a child as well. They made it to the posh supermarket Harvey was fond of and went through the sliding doors. Aiden hopped over to the cart holder and pulled one out with a grunt for Harvey to take. The little boy was much shorter than the cart and it took a great deal of effort for him to pull it out of the rack. Harvey chuckled but patiently waited for the struggle to end. Aiden pulled the cart over to the older man panting but with a pleased smile on his face. Harvey lifted the child up and placed him in the cart so they could start to go down the aisles for some food.

Food shopping didn't take very long for them, since Aiden wasn't out of the cart and therefore wasn't able to wander and grab at items that he wanted and apparently needed to have. It was frustrating sometimes to combat the child while he was screaming in the store but a well-timed throw over Harvey's shoulder and a quick five minutes later ceased that behavior immediately. Since then Harvey had barricaded the child in the cart, and what a difference that made.

Aiden was currently on the topic of Iron Man and how much more awesome he was than Captain America (that was a common topic in the Specter household). It was funny to watch Aiden get excited; his little hands would curl up into fists and they would shake with every word he said. His high-pitched voice squeaked even higher and he would talk so fast, you could barely catch a word sometimes. Harvey followed along with a nod here and there and an 'oh really?' thrown in once in a while since sometimes the words didn't make sense. Aiden didn't mind the one-sided conversation; he relished it, further making a case of how Aiden was Harvey's son; he liked the sound of his own voice more than others. Aiden moved into the topic of school and how it was going to be different than his old school. Aiden said some nonsensical things like how they would have ice cream for lunch and stuff and Harvey just couldn't help but laugh at him. Harvey said there wouldn't be any ice cream but Aiden adamantly argued that there would be. This was about the time they were checking out their items so Harvey was more interested in the prices than Aiden's argument. Aiden continued to speak all the way home about this and that while Harvey relished the time; he knew that someday this wouldn't be at all possible and he wanted to savor it as much as he could.

Harvey quickly put away the groceries with Aiden's 'help' which mostly consisted of Aiden telling Harvey where everything went (because after the milk incident, Aiden wasn't allowed to help anymore). He made a quick omelet for Aiden and himself and they sat together at the island eating. The room was finally quiet around them as they ate. Harvey finished quicker than Aiden who was more interested in the light dancing on the wall than his breakfast prompting Harvey to refocus the boy multiple times to continue eating his breakfast. Aiden sighed and gave a small roll of his eyes as he obeyed. Harvey contained his smirk as he sipped his coffee, savoring the little bit of power he had before Aiden would deliberately start to disobey him.

Harvey put the dishes in the dishwasher and told Aiden to get some clothes on so they could go out quickly. Aiden obliged because he knew that if he delayed that they would be late for the Yankee game and that wouldn't be good. Aiden pulled his shirt over his head and scampered into the bathroom to wait for Harvey to pull his hair back. Aiden loved having his father do his hair; it made him feel older when he looked like his father. After the quick hairdressing moment the two Specters made their way out of the building again, only stopping for a minute to talk to Fred, as was Aiden's usual routine and into the crisp September air.

There was shopping and some squabbles (mostly about the play clothes that Aiden would wear after school as well as the snacks he would take for lunch each day). Harvey rolled his eyes when Aiden said that Teddy Grahams were out and now it was all about Bunny Snaps. The reason for the eye roll was not the statement itself but in the manner it was said with; a little tilt of the head, a pair of stiffly crossed arms and a pulled mouth in a straight line, all combined by a serious lilt that reminded Harvey of a younger, more high-pitched, Harvey Specter. He acquiesced and put the box of Bunny Snaps in the cart and moved on. Aiden smiled in the cart and sat back to watch the other passing carts.

It wasn't that Aiden was a terrible child per se; it was more that he was a lot like Harvey was when he was a child; and that was a scary thought. Harvey had mulled about it one night when Aiden was two and had screamed himself hoarse before falling asleep in Harvey's lap. He saw the warning signs; screaming tantrums, shaking fists of rage ready to punch at something, stiff body tense from anger; they were all things Harvey himself had done at that age. His mother had ignored it, thought that it would pass. It didn't. Harvey's unstable tantrums had turned into murderous rages as he got older and he would often lash out and hurt someone. His mother's first thought was to spank him to deter the behavior and that didn't work. He only got worse. Aiden wouldn't turn out like that, Harvey promised himself; there would never be a need for the man to spank his son (however, this would prove to be untrue in two years).

Harvey took himself away from those thoughts as Aiden politely pulled at his father's sleeve.

"Daddy, can I have this?" Aiden asked pointing at what appeared to be Iron Man attached to a juice bottle. Harvey rolled his eyes.

"Why?" He asked, cocking his hip to the side. Aiden looked at the bottle then back up at his father.

"Because it's Iron Man." Aiden said as if it was the most obvious answer in the world. Harvey chuckled.

"Fine I'll put it in." Harvey said. Aiden cheered as Harvey put the bottle in the small compartment Aiden was in. "You know I spoil you." Harvey commented. Aiden smiled.

"I know." He replied and they went on their merry way down the aisle. Harvey shook his head.

They played I-spy in the fruits and vegetables sections when Aiden was getting restless. It was a fool proof plan most times since Aiden's attention span was that of a gnat's but when he focused on his father's clues, it kept him quiet and thoughtful as he looked around the section. Harvey was then able to pick up the vegetables and fruits that Margarita would need to cook dinner for the week.

"That one!" Aiden crowed pointing a green fruit Harvey had started to pass by. Harvey looked over and smiled at the boy.

"Yes. I saw an avocado. Your turn." Harvey offered. Aiden contemplated his next move and looked around. His eyes glowed when he spotted the next item for their game.

"I-spy with my little eye, something that is…brown." Aiden said slyly, his mouth pulled into a crafty smile. Harvey hummed and looked around the aisle. There were many colors around them, but no brown. Brown usually meant bad and this store had impeccable choice in fruits and vegetables so brown was not really an option. But Aiden was smug about his answer, that much was sure, so he thought it was something that would fool Harvey. Harvey, not wanting to be fooled by a four-year-old, tried just a little bit harder to find Aiden's fruit or vegetable. He looked to the left and right of him, spotting green, red, blue fruits and orange, yellow and even purple vegetables but not brown. He looked at Aiden again, happier than a pig in shit at Harvey's lack of an answer.

"I don't see anything Aiden." Harvey finally admitted after they left the fresh foods section. Aiden giggled and pointed to a container in the cart already.

"The olives daddy. They're brown." He said with a self-satisfied smile at fooling his father and equally smug lilt to his voice. Harvey looked at the container and saw the brown fruits shining up at him through the plastic. Harvey shook his head but said nothing at Aiden's trickery. They made their way to the cashier conveyor belt with their purchases and Aiden continued to talk about this and that as Harvey waited for the older woman to ring up the items. Aiden pulled on Harvey's pants a few times to check if he was still listening. Harvey nodded with each insistence and assured the boy that he was still paying attention. The cashier chuckled.

"He's adorable. How old are you?" She asked Aiden.

"I'm four; I'm going to preschool Tuesday." Aiden said proudly holding up four fingers for her to see. She gasped in a playful mockery of shock.

"Oh, I didn't realize I was speaking to such a little man." She remarked. Aiden smiled and Harvey ruffled his hair. He swiped his card and signed the touch screen with a quick wave of his wrist. Aiden waved at the woman as he took a few of the less heavy bags, she waved back and smiled at Harvey. Harvey gave her a proud smile as he grabbed the other bags to take them back to the condo. Once they got there, after talking Fred's ear off for the third time that day, Harvey put the groceries away and then turned out of the apartment again to make their way to get Aiden's uniform. That only took an hour and it was time for the Yankees to begin playing. The boy ran to his room and threw his uniform box onto the bed along with his jacket and his shoes before running back into the living room to drape himself onto the couch next to his father.

The game lasted about three-and-a half-hours with both Specters cheering and jeering at the television during the entire game. The Yanks pulled it out in the end though, winning the game with a home run by their best hitter. Aiden bounced on the side of the couch in excitement.

"Daddy, when are you going to take me to a game?" Aiden asked cutely. Harvey looked over from the counter in the kitchen where he was cooking up something for dinner.

"Next season Aiden. When you're five." Harvey replied looking back at the food in the skillet he was heating up. Aiden pouted and crossed his arms childishly causing Harvey to chuckle and move the spoon around the pan. Aiden crossed over to the island and sat in one of the white scoop stools to watch his father. Soon enough Harvey was done cooking and placed a plate in front of Aiden while he started to eat from his own. Dinner was soon finished and Aiden toddled off into his room to grab his pajamas and go into the bathroom to meet Harvey who was waiting to give the toddler a bath. Aiden's bath consisted of Harvey trying to wash Aiden and Aiden mostly playing with the toys and splashing water onto Harvey. Bath time consisted of Harvey also needing to be just as wet as Aiden. Aiden giggled each time.

Harvey quickly dried off Aiden and helped the child to dress himself before wiping the water off the floor and changing into his own sleep clothes. He deposited the dampened clothes into the hamper and came into Aiden's room where the child was bounding around the room shooting at things with his Iron Man Reactor Blaster. Harvey rolled his eyes and growled before grabbing the child around the waist and depositing him onto the bed. Aiden bounced and looked up at his father, giggling.

"What do you want to read tonight baby?" Harvey asked the little boy. Aiden shuffled up onto his pillow and laid against the soft support.

"The Places You'll Go?" Aiden suggested. Harvey nodded and walked over to the large bookshelf and took off the familiar looking book, with the whirling colorful swirls on the cover. Aiden had snuggled into the duvet and Harvey sat next to the boy slinging an arm around the toddler flipping over the book cover. Aiden laid his head onto Harvey's chest and waited for the deep soothing voice to start reading,

"Congratulations! Today is your day. You're off to great places! You're off and away…" Harvey began. He continued to read, turning the pages and reading the words despite the fact that Aiden's breathing had tapered off and slowed a while ago. He fell asleep sometime while Harvey was reading about turning left or right, or right-and-three-quarters. Despite this, Harvey continued to read, his mouth forming each word, the rumble of his chest keeping Aiden in his sleeping state. "So…be your name Buxbaum or Bixby or Bray or Mordecai Ali Val Allen O'Shea, you're off to Great Places! Today is your day! Your mountain is waiting. So…get on your way!" Harvey finished, closing the book and gently pulled Aiden off of his body, the limp form slipping down and settling on the pillows, his blonde tresses covering his eyes, flittering against his nose and cheekbones. Harvey pulled the strands out of the beautiful little face that warmed his heart and changed his life for the better. The kid may frustrate the hell out of him sometimes but they had the best times together.

Harvey pressed a kiss against Aiden's forehead and turned off the main light with a flick of the switch. He looked back and saw the glow forming across the floor from the Iron Man nightlight in the outlet by the window. Harvey smiled and closed the door retiring to his room for the night.

This wasn't a very action-packed chapter but I still hoped you liked it all the same. Happy Passover and Happy Easter holidays to everyone.

KatrinaKaiba