Post-Canon

Like every dawn, Harvey wakes up because he needs to go to the bathroom, so he gets out of bed as carefully as possible. He knows sudden movements awaken his wife, who sleeps relaxed at his side, giving her back, and has no intention of interrupting her.

At least, for now.

Because when he returns to bed, he cannot resist dragging the back of his fingers over the milky skin of her arm, nor is he able to avoid smiling when he hears her softly snoring in response. He approaches her and gives her a tender kiss on the shoulder, which makes her grin, even asleep. With extreme softness, he grabs her elbow and spins her until she turns and curls up against his body. Harvey wraps her affectionately and rests his chin on her crown.

"Sorry, I missed you." He whispers, walking slowly by her arm with his fingertips.

"Can't you be far from me, huh?" Donna purrs, curling up even more against him.

"You know I don't." He responds and gives her a kiss on her hair.

"You know? I always believed that waking me up because you miss me would be just a thing of the beginning of the relationship." She murmurs in a sleeping voice and with a silly smile on her lips.

Certainly, Donna didn't expect that such tender and gooey habits would be kept over time.

But it's also true that Harvey has done nothing but surprise her since the night he knocked on her door and kissed her without saying a word.

During all the nights they shared in New York, at some moment, Harvey carefully moved her until she curled up in him and he whispered that he was sorry about it, but he missed her. Yes, he misses her, even sleeping in the same bed.

And now, near their first year as husband and wife, the man continues to do so. Even the nights when things aren't so wonderful because they had some fight.

Many times, those arguments are resolved in that warm and tender hug in the middle of the intimacy of the early morning.

He does it every night. And Donna's heart melts. Every night.

"Does it bother you that I do?" he asks, with a hint of guilt, as he gently combs her red hair.

"No, I love it." She murmurs, running his fingertips on his arm.

"Good, because I'm going to keep doing it." He smiles against her forehead and kisses her there.

"Always?" she hums.

He chuckles. "Until one day you get angry because I wake you up."

She grins. "That won't happen."

"Sure?"

"Yes, promise." She gently moves to give him a kiss on his bare chest and feels Harvey's fingers climb up her neck, up to her head, to get tangled between her hair and rub very gently on her scalp, with a little pressure. And she groans with pleasure as she feels it.

"Keep sleeping." He whispers, dragging his nose down her forehead.

"You too." She mutters and fits more to the shape of his body.

Silence is built between them for a few seconds, and Donna speaks again.

"Hey…"

"Hmm?"

"I love you." She mumbles.

He smirks. "I love you too."

Harvey always wakes up to go to the bathroom in the early morning and always drags her toward him when he comes back. And even though the muscles of both will complain later, that last moment of sleeping hugged is one of their favorites.

Their lukewarm bodies wrapping each other under the blankets, their limbs tangled, their synchronize breaths, the physical contact, the chaste closeness of their bodies, and the slight tickling of their skin shows that their souls are as relaxed as they can be.

Donna enjoys feeling her husband's body swelling and deflating beneath her, and also enjoys his fingers tangled in her hair, and his arms giving her a place to belong. Donna loves that Harvey can't stand the short distance that separates them in bed and he feels the need to pull her because he needs to feel her closer.

Harvey enjoys feeling his wife's body weight over his body, being able to wrap her fondly and keep her as close as he can, and her warm breathing colliding against the skin of his neck. He also loves her fingertips stroking over his arm, playing with his body hair.

Although they're as close as they can be, Donna often murmurs to him, "pull me closer," because she also misses him, even being on top of his body.

Sometimes they even make an extra effort not to fall asleep too soon, just to be able to enjoy this feeling a little more.

Each day, they wake up just as entangled as they fell asleep the last time when the alarm rang. Harvey turns it off quickly and they wrap each other, even tighter, denying the reality that they will have to separate their bodies soon.

The waiting years were too long, and that still keeps them very passionate and turned on all the time.

But it's in those moments of peace that they realize that this was what they had always wanted. That safe, that protection, that peace, that love. That place to belong.

So yes, Harvey Specter will keep waking up Donna Paulsen every dawn to bring her closer to his body because he had missed her for a very long time and now he doesn't have to hide it anymore. The redhead is his wife. And he's her husband. And they share the bed every night.

Finally, they're in the place where they were supposed to be: between their arms. This is the place where they belong.