Happy (belated) Valentine's Day… again! Lol I didn't want to post all three on actual Valentine's Day, so here's another one for ya! Hope you enjoy… please leave a review! :)

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His Heart:

Donna walks into his office, looking down at a file as her long red hair sways behind her, cascading down the back of her emerald green dress. The lights in the hallway catch the diamonds on her wedding ring, and she smiles to herself, still not quite used to seeing it rest upon her finger. "Remember you need to file this by… Harvey!"

She screams, flinging the files down at her feet, papers scattering across the ground as she runs toward her husband. He's crumpled on the floor by his desk, the moonlight streaming in through the large glass windows. He's clutching his chest and slowly rocking back and forth, causing shockwaves of terror to radiate through Donna's body.

"Harvey!" she yells again, falling to her knees by his side. She places a hand to his bicep, rolling him onto his back, the other running along his face, cupping his jaw. "No," she cries, tears clouding her vision, "no, no, no… hey, hey, I've got you, you're going to be okay."

She can hardly see him through the tears, and she blinks, squeezing her eyes shut to force the tears out and down her cheeks, wanting them to fall so she can see her husband. Maybe for the last time, her brain traitorously whispers to her, and she yells out in pain to no one in particular, a guttural groan clawing its way up her vocal cords and out, shattering their happy life as she now knows it.

It's late, too late for them to still be at the office, but he'd had trial today, and now he was working hard to get his current clients settled with their new lawyers, transferring files, and generally tying up all the loose ends before their move to Seattle.

She should have forced them to leave at nine like Louis did, should have insisted they go home and have a nice, relaxing dinner. She could have made that new chicken piccata recipe she's been wanting to try. Fuck, why didn't she do that? Now her husband is here, having a heart attack, dying before her eyes.

Mike comes running in, and when the fuck did he even get into town? But she shakes her head, not worried about that as she cries over Harvey's body. "Call 911, Mike! Hurry!"

Looking back to Harvey, she sobs, telling him he can't leave her. They'd just gotten married a month ago, they were tying up loose ends before moving, their life was just beginning… no, no, this can't be happening. His dad had died far too young from this, and thoughts of Lily flash through her mind. When was his last physical? Why didn't he take care of himself like he should?

"Please, Harvey," she weeps as he brings his hand up to grab at his heart again. Her body shakes from the emotion, her throat tight as she attempts to suppress her screams enough to talk to him, her face burning as heat licks up her skin with each passing moment.

He looks weak, too weak for her liking, as he shakily reaches out for her hand. She grasps it, letting their joined hands rest on his chest. "You know... I love you... right?" he croaks, eyes growing heavy. "Please remember that."

There are tears in his eyes, slipping out the corners and hitting his ears as they fall toward the ground beneath him.

Donna shakes her head, taking in a wet, ragged breath. "Please don't leave me," she begs, her own tears falling to his chest. She rubs a hand over his stomach and up to his chest, landing on the side of his neck. She cradles his head in her hands as she sobs, telling him help was on the way. She kisses him, wobbly lips pressing against his dry ones, telling herself it's not for the last time but knowing in her gut that it is.

"Donna, I…" his eyes roll to the back of his head and she whimpers, shaking his shoulders.

"You what, Harvey? What is it?"

She bites her lip to contain the scream that wants to escape, but she's afraid if she does, every glass window in this entire building will rupture, bringing the building down with it. "Harvey?" she asks again, leaning down to listen to his heartbeat.

It's there, but faint, too slow to give her any hope. She lays against his chest, crying into his Tom Ford suit as she clutches at the lapels of his jacket.

He coughs and brings a hand to cup the back of her head. Sitting up, she stares down at him. "Harvey?" but there's no answer. "Harvey?" she asks again, a timid, unsure question trembling out of her.

Terror seizes her; her chest is tight as an imaginary grip wraps violently around her heart, squeezing the life out of her. This can't be real, this can't be happening. "Harvey!" she yells, smacking his chest. This can't be it. This can't be the end. Their life just began, he'd promised her forever… "Harvey!" she tries again, unsure if she's hitting him or the floor because her vision is completely blurred, unable to make out anything but shadows because of her tears.

"HARVEY!" she shouts, springing upright in the bed with a sharp gasp.

She looks around, breaths coming out in jagged, uneven spurts. A dream. A fucking nightmare, more like it.

Donna huffs out, flopping back against the headboard as she wipes the sweat from her brow. Closing her eyes, she breathes in and out.

"Donna!" she hears from the doorway, a concerned, "Are you okay?!" following it.

A fresh set of tears fill her eyes at his voice, being comforted that it really was all just in her mind.

She feels the smack of their baby's chubby hands against her arm before she can even open her eyes again. "Mama sad?"

Smiling as she breathes deeply once more, trying to calm her rapid heart and tell herself over and over again that it was just a dream. It wasn't real. He's okay, alive, and standing right in front of her. Donna's hazel eyes sink closed, inhaling long and slow, then exhaling as her eyes open and she blinks the tears away. She looks to her little boy who peers at her curiously, almost worried.

"Mama's okay now, sweet boy," she coos, scooping him up from the mattress beside her and bringing him to her chest.

He's getting so big now, starting to look more like a toddler than a baby as he approaches two. His birthday isn't for five more months, but, well, that's close enough to being two that it makes her heart ache. She wants to remember all these tiny moments while she can, while he's still young enough that he doesn't mind cuddling in bed on a cold February morning with mommy.

She plants kisses to Gordon's chunky cheeks, his eyes crinkling just like Harvey's as she blows a raspberry there and his giggles fill the air. His hands come to rest on her cheeks, one moving to tangle in her messy red locks.

"Seems like everything is alright now," she hears from beside the bed. Her ministrations stop against Gordon's face as she looks over the baby's shoulder.

A beaming smile blossoms as she spies her husband placing a tray of food on her nightstand, announcing, "A beautiful breakfast for my beautiful wife," with a wink and a peck to her lips. She grins, her hazel eyes roaming over his figure. He's dressed in red sweatpants that have tiny Cupid's arrows on them. His shirt is also red but with the words My heart belongs to a super hot COO written in white cursive inside a giant pink heart.

She barks out a laugh, pointing to Harvey's shirt. "Where did you get that? And when?"

He smirks, pointing to his getup. He tells her that Louis picked one up for himself, Harvey, and Alex so they each had something to wear this morning for their wives. Rolling his eyes, he admits, "I completely was not planning on wearing it, but then I saw you'd picked out that," he points toward Gordon's outfit, "for him, and I thought you'd get a kick out of this."

Her eyes soften along with her smile as she glances down to Gordon. He's turned around now, leaning against her chest as he sucks his thumb and stares over at Harvey. He's in gray leggings with white and red hearts on them. She rubs his belly, giving it a pat as she rereads the Stealing hearts like with a silhouette of Cupid to complete the sentence. When she'd seen it in the store a few weeks ago, she couldn't resist. Her little man needed the perfect Valentine's Day outfit, even though they had no plans to go anywhere except their condo for this entirely too cold weekend, but how could she pass it up?

Gordon looks adorable in it, her handsome little boy, and she couldn't resist those freckled cheeks any longer, so she tilts her head in closer to his, nibbling at his cheeks as if they were her breakfast.

The toddler squeals, rolling off of her lap and onto the mattress, his face bouncing against the overly feathered comforter with a giggle.

Harvey laughs, finally moving from where he'd been standing. He picks up the tray again, settling it over her lap. "Breakfast for my Valentine," he says with a wink, kissing the top of her head.

Donna bites on her bottom lip, her eyes flirtatiously blinking up at him. "Why, thank you," she purrs, "My Valentine's pretty hot, too."

His lips purse as he huffs out a chuckle, joining her on the bed and picking up Gordon to sit in his lap.

"You're not eating?" she asks, handing Gordon a piece of a strawberry from her plate.

Harvey smiles, looking at her tray filled with heart-shaped french toast and a bowl of strawberries that he placed a dollop of whipped cream onto. He shrugs, informing her that the guys ate earlier while he was making her breakfast.

Donna narrows her eyes, looking at him skeptically. "You made heart-shaped french toast?" she deadpans.

A sheepish look covers his face as he ducks down, kissing the top of Gordon's head before running his hand over the boy's fluffy, dirty blonde hair. "Yes, actually," he says with a grin.

Tilting her head in disbelief, clearly telling him silently that she doesn't believe that for a second, he laughs and admits, "Okay, okay, Louis made a batch for all the guys to keep in our freezers." He shrugs again, adding, "But Gordon and I did a fine job of putting them on the tray and into the oven."

She grins, nodding. "You did." Her nose scrunches playfully as she looks from her husband to their son, saying in her voice only used for their baby, "I love it."

Harvey smiles, picking up the remote and turning on the television for Gordon to watch. Coco plays in the background with their son settling against Harvey's chest, sucking on another piece of strawberry as he watches the movie.

"Hey," Harvey says softly, reaching over to pat her knee. "You okay?" He tells her he was worried earlier when she woke up yelling his name, and she looks as if she had been crying.

She takes a long, deep inhale before nodding. "I was having a nightmare," she confesses, looking to him with sad eyes.

Taking another bite of the french toast, she tells him about her nightmare and how she'd found him curled up in his office. "I've never been so terrified," she says, tears forming in the base of her eyes again at the thought. "I can't lose you, Harvey."

He wraps his arm around Gordon's middle, scooting them closer to Donna. "Hey, hey," he soothes lovingly, wrapping an arm around her shoulders. He brings her in closer, as close as he can with the tray still in her lap, and kisses the top of her head. "I'm okay, yeah? Look," he motions down from his face to his body. "It's all good."

She nods sadly, sniffling as images of his dead body flash through her mind. She takes hold of Gordon's little hand, rubbing her thumb over his soft baby skin. "You're going to a doctor first thing Monday morning, though," she asserts.

He chuckles but agrees, kissing her hand before releasing it so she can eat.

They sit in silence for a while, the three of them watching most of the movie while Donna finishes her food. She places the tray on the bedside table, then cuddles into Harvey's side, her hand resting on Gordon's belly. "We should probably lay him down for a nap," she claims, "I didn't realize it was almost ten already."

She looks to Gordon, his brown eyes fully closed now as he snores softly against Harvey's chest.

With a smile and a kiss to her cheek, Harvey stands, cuddling the baby boy to him. "I'll go lay him down," he whispers, stepping out of the room.

As he goes, Donna takes the remote, turning it to some mindless home improvement show, snuggling into the covers. She can't believe this is what her life has become—Harvey as her husband, the most perfect little boy as their child—it's more than she ever dreamed she'd have, and it's the best reality she could have ever hoped for.

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He lays Gordon down in his crib, giving him a loving rub to his full belly. He'd munched on almost all the strawberries and even conned Donna into giving him a piece of her french toast so he was nice and full before he passed out on Harvey's stomach.

Harvey smirks at the thought, then checks the baby monitor to see that it's still on and working before exiting the room. He stops by the kitchen, putting the last of his dishes he'd used this morning into the dishwasher before heading back to their bedroom.

When he walks in, he's hit with a wave of affection for his wife. She's laying there, her black yoga pants still covered by their comforter, but her pink shirt that reads I run on coffee and kisses that is covered in tiny red hearts stands out against the crisp white sheets.

Climbing into bed, he slides closer to her, his back pressed against the headboard like hers. She smiles over at him, kissing his cheek and asking if Gordon went down okay. "Yeah," he snorts, taking her hand and linking their fingers. "He's out like a light."

She giggles, and god, does he love that sound. "Good," she says, "I should probably get up and get some things done while he can't destroy my folded laundry or clean living room."

They both laugh, knowing their son was a typical boy, destructive in his own tiny way. He definitely has Harvey's go-get-'em attitude, always pulling out the clean laundry before Donna has a chance to put it away, covering himself in the shirts and springing out to scare her.

"Let's just stay here a little longer," he urges, squeezing her hand gently.

She sighs, giving in with a lazy grin and a nod. She scoots closer, and he unlinks their hands, placing that same arm around her shoulders. Her head rests on his and her hand lands against his heart.

She taps a pattern on his skin, sighing again. "That nightmare really did scare me, Harvey," she divulges quietly, rubbing over his heart.

He nods, knowing how terrified he'd be if he dreamt of her death. He doesn't know if he would have recovered quite like she did, but he supposes having Gordon there to wake her up helped ease the pain.

"It was just a dream," he reminds gently. "I'm right here. See?" He pats her hand that's on his chest, smiling down at her.

She nods, but her brows scrunch together, a lone tear slipping past her lashes. "I know," she croaks, reaching up to wipe under her eyes as more tears fall. "I shouldn't be crying again, but it… it was awful." She shakes her head with a sad huff. "I just can't seem to shake it."

He pulls her closer, pressing his lips to hers. He can feel the salt from her tears on his lips, and he leans in more, trying to convince her with his kiss that everything is alright.

"I know you haven't had a physical since I became COO, Harvey. Mainly because you're too stubborn to do it without me scheduling one for you," she admonishes, sitting up a little bit more. "That was almost five years ago." Donna shakes her head, tucking a strand of red hair behind her ear. "Harvey…" she stops, inhaling sharply as she clearly prepares herself for what she's about to say. "Both of your parents died from a heart attack. I don't want to lose you like that, too."

He looks down guiltily, lips twisting as he tries to think of something to say. Looking back to her, though, he sighs, knowing she's right. He simply nods, his throat thick with emotion as he thinks of his mom and dad. "I told you I'll call Monday morning, Donna, and I will. I promise."

She gives him a dubious look, lips pursing. "You mean, Donna, will you call first thing Monday morning?"

He snickers, head tilting back as he knows he's been caught. "Yes," he amends, "exactly."

Donna grins, nodding her head before saying, "Maybe I should have done that already. I mean just because I wasn't your secretary doesn't mean I didn't know your schedule." She rambles on and on, getting caught up in her emotions again. "If I call, do you promise to go? I'll go with you, I will, I just need you to—"

"Donna."

"—to go have one. I need to know that everything is okay, everything is healthy in there." She taps his chest once again, sniffling as she obviously fights the tears.

"Hey," he chuckles, taking her hand and bringing her out of her thoughts. "I already said I'd go, and I will." He smiles, adding, "But yes, you're more than welcome to come with me."

She laughs softly, shaking her head. "Sorry." She smiles, another giggle leaving her lips. "I got a little carried away."

Harvey looks to her with a grin, shrugging a shoulder. "You're worried about me," he says with a scrunch of his nose, "it's cute."

She rolls her eyes, and, ah, there she is, there's his sassy wife. He leans in, placing a kiss to her lips. She smiles into the embrace, cupping his cheek. Her fingers scratch through the scruff he's been growing on his jawline and moans into the embrace.

He brings his arm around, laying her down on the bed as he hovers above her. "I love you," he rasps, and she smiles brightly.

"I love you, too," she replies, biting down on her lip coyly as she begins to move her hips beneath him.

He moans, leaning in to capture her lips once more. Her hands scour his body, nails raking up and down his back before she removes his silly Valentine's Day shirt. She kisses his chest, breathing a trail of cool air against his wet skin. It makes goosebumps rise on his skin, and he does the same to her, licking and biting a path from her jaw, to her neck, and down further still.

They spend the next hour exploring and worshipping each other's bodies, and by the time they finally get themselves cleaned up and emerge from the bedroom, Gordon is just waking up, demanding to eat lunch with his fussing and a pitifully pouted Food, Daddy! that makes Harvey chuckle.

As he prepares lunch for his family, Donna playing with Gordon in the living room, he listens to their conversation and laughter filling their apartment. He smiles at how sweet it is and thinks that he won't just go to the doctor on Monday, but he'll make it a habit because he would never want anything to come between him and having a million moments like this with his family.

They're his whole world, his heart, and he wouldn't change a single thing about it. Having Donna by his side in every sense of the word is something he never thought possible until he ran to her doorstep all those years ago, but he's so glad that he did. His life was forever changed, and only for the better.

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There ya have it… as Sarah said while reading the beginning: "One burger too many" hahah but I could never actually kill Harvey, so of course it was a dream hehe. Please leave a review! 3