Author's note: Thanks so much to everyone who reviewed my first Darvey story, My Forever. It was really weird branching out from my original fandom lol but I was pleased to see some people liked it. If anyone wants another Darvey mutual on Twitter, feel free to add me ( sbstevenson2)! Lol… I'm sure I already follow most of y'all because I've been following a ton of people try to feed my need to Darvey haha.
Anyway, this will be a collection of Darvey drabbles and one shots that I think of along the way (two more are already in the works). I hope you enjoy… please leave a review and let me know what you think!
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The Small Things:
It's the small things. Those little quirks or moments she has that all amount to the reason he loves her so much. More than that, though, it's the essence of her that encompasses why he loves her - her empathy for people, the way she cares and goes out of her way to help others, her compassion… she's the greatest woman he's ever known.
He falls more in love with her each passing day.
The early morning light trickles into the room through the curtains she'd insisted they hang over the glass windows, and Harvey smiles, tracing his fingertip along the bridge of her nose. She looks so peaceful, asleep in their bed. Theirs. A word he can't seem to get enough of.
Her nose scrunches at the touch, a stray lock of red hair falling across her face with the movement, and his heart warms even more.
It's the small things.
The way her eyes light up when she sees something she likes, the sound of her laughter when he manages to out sass her. It's everything and nothing. Mundane traits that no one else would think twice about, but it's everything he loves about her.
The way she snuggles on the couch in the dead of winter wrapped in his old, worn out Harvard sweatshirt with the fire crackling. How she tucks her nose into the collar, informing him that he has to wear it at least once every few weeks to keep his scent on it, twice if he's going out of town for work.
He chuckles softly at the memory, not wanting to wake her up.
Harvey loves the way Donna constantly ribs him about the lack of napkins in the house, and still he just reminds her that at least he buys the toilet paper. It's a running joke they've continued ever since that first dinner party they'd attempted when Mike was in town three years ago. He's since bought napkins from time to time, but the jests never cease.
It's all the small things.
Like how she continues to insist they order take out from that shitty Thai place, and how he can never say no. He knows she loves it, so he'll give in every few weeks and eat it without (too much) complaint. She always giggles at his eye rolls when he bites into his Guay Teow, thanking him for ordering it anyway.
If he's honest, the food isn't all that bad, but he loves the way she teases him so endlessly about it.
His hand trails down from her jaw to her shoulder, running along the blue, silk strap that rests against it. Donna turns on her side, sighing out a deep breath, but still asleep.
The blanket falls down her hip, and his eyes follow the movement. Those hips. Another little detail of her that he can't get enough of. The way she sways them as she saunters away from his office, down the hall toward her own. It used to torture him, back when he was an idiot in denial of how he felt about her. He may not have been able to recognize that he loved her, but he sure knew he was still attracted to her even after all that time.
A small smile graces his face as he stares at the woman he loves. The woman he'd once spent a night with filled with strawberries and whip cream, then ruined the chance he had to be with her by asking her to be his secretary. His heart had sunk in the diner when she said they could never mention it again, but, he supposes, if they'd dated back then, they never would've lasted. He wasn't ready, and he's so glad she stuck around until he was.
She changed him for the better, softening his hard edges and helping him to open up and make friends, and eventually, family. Harvey loves her so much - The woman he gets to spend the rest of his life with. His wife.
They'd gotten married a year after finally getting together. He would've done it sooner but once he proposed, Donna insisted on planning the best wedding ever. And it was. She was beautiful that day, stealing his breath with every glance.
Her hair was pinned up halfway, loose curls cascading down her shoulders. Her dress hugged every curve just the way she (and he) always liked.
He'd never seen a more beautiful bride.
It's the small things.
Her eyes crack open, sleepily, still not fully awake, then close again. He loves her eyes. The soulful hazel that seem as if they can read every thought that goes through his mind, often knowing his deepest desires or intentions before even he does.
He loves the way she's always just… known him. Better than anyone, in fact. Donna gets him, just another little thing he loves.
Laying here, he's overwhelmed with everything - how she grins at him when he says something romantic, the way she wraps her arm around his as they walk down the streets of New York, the crinkle in her nose when she finds something especially amusing… all of it. Everything. He just loves… her. There's no one thing that he loves, could never choose, because it's all of it.
Yawning, Donna's eyes blearily open all the way, a smirk donning her lips. "What?" she mumbles sleepily, reaching out to cup his cheek.
Her hand runs down his arm, grazing back up to squeeze his bicep.
"Nothing," he laughs breathily, giving her a wink, "just thinking about how much I love you."
She smiles over at him, the hand on his bicep moving down to hold his. Their fingers intertwine between their bodies as she tells him she loves him too.
They inch closer together, his lips meeting hers. Her kisses are an additional attribute he loves. He can always feel the depth of her love within those soft lips, and he hopes she can feel it just as strongly in his.
"And," she giggles as they pull apart, "this little one loves you too."
He beams, tears forming in his eyes as his hand reaches up to rub her swollen belly. They never thought they'd have this, fearful their age would be a hindrance, but their little girl had surprised them both, holding on for dear life as she grew inside Donna's belly week after week.
"She'll be here soon," Harvey claims with a smile, sitting up and leaning against the headboard. "I can't wait."
Donna's teeth sink into her bottom lip, yet one more little thing he will never tire of, as she, too, sits up. Her hand rests on her stomach, rubbing slow circles.
He sees the bump move beneath her hand, and he laughs. He can't wait to see what small things their daughter will do that make him fall in love with her each and every day, just like her mother.
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Thoughts? I've got a few more ideas of one shots to add to this collection of unrelated Darvey cuteness. Let me know if there's any moment in their lives (past, present or future!) you'd like to see! :)