Hey Folks! Here's another Lazy Sunday Morning addition. Here establishing Lily Specter living, Harvey and Donna and the twins have returned to Boston for a short vacation. Donna tries her hand at painting; Lily is teaching the twins' and Harvey does a little fathering, husbanding and being a son. Please enjoy! Love your responses on this series. Please R & R. Love - Carebearmaxi.

When I Kiss Your Forehead

As he watched Donna attempt to copy his mother's paintings in the studio/den of his mother's house in Boston, his heart was full of emotion. His mother so recently returned to them had offered lessons to Donna as she wanted to attempt to feel closer to Harvey's family by trying her aptitude for the fine arts in another direction. The weather was very warm and Donna had dressed in a plain white shirt covering her small baby bump and a pink pair of shorts. He watched as Donna sat back and examined her work on the easel.

"I think we can hang in the Louvre when it's finished," Harvey encouraged walking into the plant filled room. He remembered when his mom and Bobby bought this house. Marcus had told him that their mom liked having plants around her as she painted. Harvey could not remember what else his brother told him at the time because of his estrangement with the family, but he did never ask her why the plants?

Donna looked behind her and saw Harvey approach. As she turned to look at her seascape scratching, Harvey snaked his arms around her.

"You oughta see mom. She's in the kitchen teaching the girls how to finger paint properly."

"Good thing, your mother had some spare aprons for them. Finger paint sometimes can be stubborn washing off skin."

Harvey dressed in a dark t-shirt and his best blue jeans was padding barefoot through the house wavering between some work he brought from Seattle and wanting to take Donna on a quiet walk through the neighborhood on this summer afternoon.

"Hey, since mom is busy with the kids, how about we take a walk?"

Donna grabbed his arm as Harvey had changed position. She held his hand then looked up at him with so much love in her eyes.

"Sure. Let me put a cover over this to make sure your mom doesn't peek before it's finished."

"That's my girl," Harvey said holding Donna's head with his uncaptured hand and tenderly kissing her forehead in response before walking away to wait for her.

Lily in the meantime was surprised at her two year old twin granddaughters as she showed them how to paint figures and shapes.

"Ok, girls, show Grandma what you painted." Lily could not wait to be surprised to see what Lily Jr and Mimi painted.

Little Lily had completed her drawing first, of course. Little Lily was always quick in everything it seemed.

"Mommy, daddy, and Ganma S," Lily said as her red curls jumped up and down as she did with pride of the three faces on her paper.

"That's beautiful, Lily," Lily, Sr. said as she held the paper and blew on it as some of the paint dabs had started to drip. She noticed a fourth circle with an scribble on top.

"What was this?"

"Mimi, I don't like Mimi."

Mimi's face immediately took on a pout and she started to cry. "I don't like Liwy."

"Now, girls that is not nice. You both are sisters and sisters are very special. I have a sister and I love her very much."

Mimi hit her sister on the arm and Lily Jr, of course, overacted and started to cry.

"What's going on?" Harvey came in worried that someone actually got hurt.

Lily looked up at her son and laughed, "Oh nothing but a little sibling rivalry. That's all. I don't know how to you two do this. You and your brother were at least a few years apart. Not that you didn't fight but, at least, I could pull you apart."

"Lily, Mimi, come here," Harvey commanded. He hunched down to be on their height and looked up into two pairs of brown eyes as they warily approached their father with their fingers in their mouths. Both girls were hiccuping every so often as they had both had a big bout of crying.

Harvey took one each of his daughters' hands in one of his and said, "Now Lily, I know you love Mimi. Mimi, I know you love Lily. So I want to hear you're sorry and give each other a hug."

Since they were only two this usually worked. Harvey knew he would find his daughters arm-in-arm later when they were left alone to play or if Donna decided if it was time for a Peppa Pig video before bed.

Lily and Mimi did as they were told.

"Sorry, Mimi, love you."

"Sorry, Liwy, love you."

They both hugged as their father had asked and he smiled.

When rose to his full height, Donna and Lily, Sr. had both smiled as well.

Harvey's wife smirked.

"Large and small females, the man is still the best closer the world has ever seen," Donna quipped. "Let's take that walk, mister, before it gets too hot on this Sunday morning."

Lily, Sr. took a look at the girls who resumed their finger painting and said, "Donna?"

Donna who had taken Harvey's hand on the way out the door said, "Um, did you finish your seascape?"

"I was taking a break."

"Let me see what you started before I allow you two take your walk," Lily said speaking like the art teacher she was.

"So if it's not what you expect, I have detention?" Donna asked playing along.

Lily laughed. "Of course not, I'm just curious and I don't want to peek at it without your permission."

"Wow, ma, where was this when I was doing my homework?" Harvey asked sarcastically. "I couldn't leave my room or play ball until I finished it."

"Yeah, well, you were 12, Harvey, and I'm your mother. I knew you like a book."

"You sure did."

Donna released Harvey's hand as he sneaked back into the kitchen to check on the twins.

"Check back in a few minutes," he said.

Lily and Donna entered the small studio. Donna had to brush one of the larger plant leaves out of the way as she was assaulted by it as she entered.

Lily took the cover in her hand and asked, "May I?"

"Of course. I am afraid I am not skilled in this art, but I tried."

Lily lifted the cloth and examined it both with an artist eye and a teacher's eye.

"It's a very good start. That sea looks rough and angry. What were you feeling when you painted this?"

Donna stood biting her lip and staring at it thinking.

"You know, Lily, I think I was probably a little tired from this pregnancy and a little worried that I have business to attend to. Harvey decided to take this impromptu vacation and forbid me to do anything business related."

"Well, I will say that you look much more rested now that you have your frustrations out on canvas. How do you feel?"

Donna again thought silently before she spoke.

"I feel drained and free. I'm tired but not frustrated."

"Good. Now go take that walk with your husband and make it long. I've got the girls. Don't worry about them."

Donna then stepped forward and hugged Lily. She whispered in her ear. "Thank you."

Harvey had come to the doorway of the room in the meantime and asked, "Did I miss something again?"

"Nope. I think your wife shows a real promise here."

Harvey smiled not his Cheshire Cat smile but a smile that showed Lily how proud he was of his wife.

"Let's go," Harvey said as he held out his hand to Donna.

Smiling once over her shoulder at her mother-in-law, she then took Harvey's hand.

As he held the door open for her and the Sunday morning sun was warm on their faces, Donna asked. "Why don't you paint?"

With a typical Harvey Specter swagger, he sighed. "Because I am too good for this world. If I painted, I would be better than Picasso."

Donna laughed loudly enjoying his sarcasm and said, "Keep walking, Picasso."

Harvey walked holding Donna's hand and loved feeling her bump against him every once in a while and lean into his shoulder. He turned at this moment and kissed the top of her head near where the red twirl of hair she had messily pinned into place earlier in the day.

It had taken Harvey an unusually short time to recognize that all she wanted sometimes was an affectionate forehead kiss. Donna's signal to him was when she would turn to lean her head on his shoulder or when she would sometimes looked up at him after a conversation. When he kissed her forehead the very first time spontaneously, she told him she loved it when he did that.

He found now kissing his wife's forehead a very natural response as it had been when they were examining her rendering in the studio.

They sat down on a bench in the park finally having reached their destination. They sat side by side eating ice cream cones they bought from the ice cream truck which had been out early on this summer morning.

As he watched her lick her chocolate cone and he licked his strawberry one, he thought.

When I kiss your forehead, you make me feel proud that sometimes all I need to do is to give you that small reassuring affection and it makes you feel loved and secure. I never want you to ever not feel loved and secure as my wife. I can't tell you, though, how many times in the past before we were one that I had wanted to show you some affection to make you feel my love. I just didn't know how because I hadn't realized it was love.

Harvey finished his cone and wiped any remaining remnants from his face with a napkin he took out of his jeans pocket put his arm around Donna who had hungrily finished hers some minutes prior. She leaned into his shoulder and Harvey laid a sweet kiss on her forehead.

Donna's eyes closed in comfort, pleasure, and security.