A/N: This takes place in 6x13, a few weeks after Harvey and Lily make up. As always, reviews and critiques are welcomed. Suggestions on who else's eyes to write through as well! Xx

Mother Knows All, Sees All.

Lily was feeling anxious about her dinner plans with Harvey, but she was excited at the same time to reunite with her son. They had had a handful of calls ever since they had buried the hatchet, and a few attempts at messaging one another but quite honestly, Lily was not fond of texting and she wanted to make up for lost time properly. So one night she texted Harvey that she was coming into the city that weekend, and he cleared his schedule to have dinner with her one evening.

What she didn't tell Harvey, was that the sole reason she had driven into the city was for him. She didn't want to overwhelm him or burden him with entertaining her. Because she still remembered from Gordern and Marcus that he was a workaholic of sorts, and she was also weary of how they were going to interact around one another after all these years and only one meet up in the past decade and a half under their belt.

She had killed as much time as she could by shopping, and going to every art exhibit she was excited about and decided that she was simply going to rip the bandaid between her and her son by spontaneously dropping by his law firm.

For years, Lily has wanted a glimpse into the life of her son that she was never privy too. She had heard about his bigshot life in New York, and she was incredibly proud of him, if a little worried that he was compensating intimacy with success, but she wished she had been a part of this aspect of him.

She had seen Harvey as a little boy happy and carefree, with no worries but what was for dinner that night and if it could be his favorite dish of chicken parm she used to make "extra special" with her secret ingredient of love.

She had seen that same carefree boy form into a lanky kid who worshiped the ground his father walked on, who tried to implement his aura through his little league practices, and as he followed him around to his recording studio to "bang out" a session.

She saw him grow into the role of a strong older brother protecting his little baby brother, when she saw him cradle her second born carefully, and learn how to play quietly with his toys so Marcus could sleep as a newborn, and later on when they went to school and he stood up to a bully by shoving him after he made Marcus cry. She saw the same protective loyalty reappear when Marcus developed a gambling addiction, and Harvey did everything he could to help him time and time again, despite being burned by his bad habits, over and over again.

She also saw Harvey throughout his moody teen years, when her mistake had tainted him and made him more careful. When her actions had marked him and turned him from her little happy boy to a cautious teen that didn't open up or share easily. He turned to boxing and playing baseball to let out the few emotions he ever showed. Snark, anger, bitterness, seemed to be the only things he was good at expressing. At least around her. He begrudgingly would show feelings of amusement when his brother went through his awkward phase, he'd smile from the bottom of his heart when his dad would come back to Boston from his tours, and he'd teeter around acting closed off but reluctantly joining in on family time every once in a blue moon, taking a break from his moody teenage years and forgetting about her mistake for the greater good of their family.

She never got to see Harvey Specter as the great lawyer in his thousand dollar suits. She saw glimpses of him as the struggling NYU law student who would rarely visit home unless his dad was around. She learned through his father that he was acquiring a love for debating, which didn't surprise her one bit as he had a passion for loyalty and a gift for gab, as her own mother used to say. She learned through Gordon he had discovered dating girls but he never settled down with anyone serious in all four years of undergrad. She saw him come home in the middle of the night to do laundry, and she'd see him from the lowlit stairs behind the wall sneak in a plate of her chicken parm at ten pm that was still begrudgingly his favorite. She remembered he had to take an art class one year and while Harvey found it frivolous he had to take such a class, she recalled that one semester was the closest they ever got again, because he'd come to her sometimes, offhandedly asking her about certain artists and asking her opinion on his art critique papers. She thought they were making progress when he'd muttered how much Pollock seemed like a fraud and she'd let out a laugh agreeing with his neanderthal thought process.

Until that semester came to an end and he came back for vacation a few hours early, and he found her fooling around behind his dad's back. And she thought he'd just revert back to being closed off, but she ended up pushing him so far away that it felt like he was exiled out of the family.

So Lily was excited to see a side of her son she never got to see before and only heard about. She walked through the great halls of Pearson Specter Litt and she took a picture excitedly of his name on the wall. She felt slightly silly standing in the hallway surrounded by people dressed smartly while she donned on a long flowy skirt, awhite dress shirt, and flats that screamed art teacher, pausing to take a picture of the plate next to the elevator doors that said in bronze Pearson Specter Litt was on the fiftieth floor. They all seemed less than impressed by it, some slightly irked she was standing near the elevators and taking up space, but she was his mother. It was her job to be embarrassingly proud of her kid. And if she took pictures of his soccer team's participation trophy at seven- she was taking a picture of his multi million law office that had his name on the side of a wall.

She made her way to the elevator and Lily felt herself shake with adrenaline as the elevator doors opened on the fiftieth floor. She gasped in surprise as she took in the right wall she was about to walk away from. There it was. Her former last name and her kids' surname up in big fancy silver lettering jutting out the wall establishing her son as the big name he was. She paused to take a dozen pictures. A few of just his name on the wall next to his partners, and a few quick selfies of her pointing at the lettering smiling proudly.

Even on the off chance Harvey wasn't at his office, or wasn't available to hangout because of her impromptu earliness, she was going to consider this outing a success. She asked the front office desk where his office would be at, and they pointed her in that direction.

As she got closer and closer to the destination, she felt herself grow excited at the chance he might show her around his law firm. She wondered if this was what little sons and daughters felt like at "take your kid to work" day.

But as she finally saw a glimpse of her son's office she abruptly came to a stop, shocked to see her son outside his office and leaning heavily on what she assumed to be a secretary's cubicle.

She had seen Harvey in a suit once or twice in her life. The most recent time being his father's funeral. She had seen him transform from her handsome boy from Boston to a harsher looking successful bachelor type in his three piece suits and gelled spiky or slicked back hair. But his face didn't scream harsh lawyer, at the moment.

He was grinning widely. His face donned what she always coined as the Specter Cheshire smile. Gordon had passed it down to both of their kids, and she hadn't seen it on Harvey for decades. But here he was, showing off his pearly whites like he didn't have a care in the world. Except that his gorgeous brown eyes twinkled with something she hadn't seen since Gordon was alive. She was positive that it was love. She'd never seen it in Harvey's eyes, not once in the forty years he was on this Earth.

Harvey's attention was completely zeroed in on the lady sitting in front of him. She was a dazzling red head, from what Lily could see. Her side profile showed off a prettily slender nose, freckles adorning it and her white alabaster skin slightly. Her red auburn yet fiery hair was accented wonderfully against the rich light blue dress she had on. If Lily had painting tools with her now, she'd love to try and capture this lady's coloring.

Suddenly, it dawned on Lily who this mystery redhead was. It had to be The Great Donna Paulsen she had heard about for years from both Gordon and Marcus.

"I wanna go back to our earlier conversation." Lily heard her son speak in a tone of light ribbing that wasn't exactly the same tone he had when he teased his brother. It had a gentleness and eagerness to it she had never heard before.

Donna let out a short snort, as she continued on ignoring Harvey's gaze, typing away at her desktop. "What conversation would that be?"

"The one where we discuss your poor harassment of the IT guy." Harvey teased, his eyes somehow glistening even more. Lily wondered to herself just how many of his smile lines were caused by his longtime secretary and friend.

"First off, I'll give you a year's worth of my salary if you can remember his name. And secondly, there is no poor harassment going on here, he is more than thrilled to be under-"

"Oh, he'd definitely be glad to be under you, Donna." Harvey interrupted her, laughing at her choice of words, to which Donna shook her head at.

"Okay wise-ass." Lily's brows raised in surprise at her bluntness. She found it amusing that Harvey had an employee who was willing to rib around with him and tell it like it was. She was always scared her son would surround himself with phonies and enemies- people kissing his ass and inflating his ego, turning him into a harsh corporate man. But clearly, that wasn't the case.

"You should know that we take things like this very seriously, Donna. I'd hate to write you up-"

"He isn't filing a complaint Harvey, most men don't really find themselves minding having all my attention focused on them, Mr. Specter."

Lily saw Harvey's eyes glint a shade darker at being called Mr. Specter, and she felt slightly embarrassed if not mortified, to be seeing a side of Harvey she most definitely did not want to. But she couldn't turn away, she was fascinated by seeing her son so enthralled by someone.

Lily saw Donna's eyes finally connect with her son's for the first time since she walked in on their interaction.

She was smirking at first, seemingly proud of having found the right string of flirty words as a comeback to Harvey's statement. But then, as her eyes stayed on Harvey's, something shifted between the both of them.

Because Harvey's eyes suddenly didn't convey infatuation, instead they stared softly down at Donna, his eyes showing a longing, and understanding in them. As if he was both familiar with her attention and it's powerful ways, and wanting all of her attention zeroed in on him always. Like he could never get enough of her.

Now Lily couldn't see Donna's eyes fully, but from her perspective, it seemed like her hazel eyes caught Harvey's train of thought as well. Because her lips fell from their positioned smirk to softly suck in a breath of surprise, like she was caught off guard by Harvey's emotions so clearly painted all over his face.

Instantly, Lily knew she liked Donna. She had never met her, had admired stories of her from afar, but what had sold her was the way she seemed to be able to read her son so easily. The way she put him in his place, and teased him, and put a smile on his face that showed off all his teeth and made him look like a carbon copy of the man she fell in and out of love with years ago.

And just as Lily was waiting on the edge of her seat (or more accurately, her tippy toes as she hid half her body behind a fern) to see what her son was going to do, how he was going to steer the conversation- Donna's office phone rang and she jumped slightly backward as Harvey flinched slightly at the shrill ringing that disrupted their moment.

Before Donna could even begin whatever standard greeting she uses, she glances up at Harvey with a frown adorning her face, and Harvey's face instantly forms from a soft hesitant glance, to a worried curious gaze. He seemed to be able to overhear whatever she was listening to through her receiver, and he did not like what he was hearing. He rolled his eyes as his hands unlocked from his leaning stance to clench Donna's cubicle's edge.

"Is Louis around to deal with this god damn mess?" he sighed as Donna hung up the phone, and she shook her head.

"Rachel?"

"Probably helping Mike try and stick to one haircut." Donna mused dryly to which Harvey smirked at slightly.

"So just me?"

"Just you, hotshot."

Harvey sighed as he looked down at his watch, which Donna immediately saw and commented on.

"Don't worry, I already dialed Matson's assistant's number. She owes me a favor, and with her help, you'll have this mess sorted out before your dinner with your mom."

And just like that, Harvey's soft gaze came back and the smallest of smiles graced his lips. But he didn't say thank you, simply knocked his fist on her desk, and nodded his head as he turned around and left Donna to talk freely on the phone.

Lily shook her head out of the daze she was in and walked away from her hiding place and back towards the exit of Pearson Specter Litt.

Her son was too busy at the moment for her, and she saw what she needed to see. She saw the special someone that not only got him to her doorstep a few weeks ago, but also managed to take care of him throughout his adult life. Lily finally caught a glimpse of Harvey not as the successful lawyer he was, but the man she always wanted him to be.