A/N: Another Darvey ficlet.
Title: Vanilla coffee.
Summary: The best part of Harvey's morning is being made vanilla coffee by Donna, but today it's Harvey who's making vanilla coffee for Donna.
Characters: Harvey, Donna.
Pairings: Harvey/Donna.
POVs: Third person.
Chapter count: 1.
The sun slowly rises at 5 am waking up Harvey Specter. He sits up, stretching his arms above his head and turning his head to the other side of the double bed and sees his favourite redhead asleep wearing one of his black shirts. She's facing him, laying on her side, her hand cradling her cheek as a small smile appears on her face. Harvey brushes a lock of her red hair out of her closed eyes, brushes his lips up against her temple gentle and slips out of bed, tucking the grey comforter around her to keep her warm as it's the middle of winter before he moves to the open door of the bedroom, turning his head over his shoulder to watch as she curls into his pillow before reluctantly.
Harvey walks into his kitchen and starts the coffee machine, smiling. One of the best parts of Harvey's morning is waking up to Donna sitting next to him holding up two cups of vanilla coffee in her hands, smiling at him, at 5 am every morning since they've gotten together, even if she's only had a few hours of sleep, well now it's Harvey's turn to make her vanilla coffee in bed.
He get their two coffee cups, black for him and red for her, and gets the vanilla extract from the cupboard above the coffee maker. Once the coffee is done, he pours it into the two cups, adds a few drops of the vanilla extract into both cups, a little bit of milk, four sugars, two each, and stirs them together. He leaves the coffees on the kitchen island and walks over to his study and opens the safe behind a picture of Marcus and his two kids, and gets the familiar box that's at the front of the safe and puts it in his pyjama pants pocket and heads back to the kitchen to grab the cups of coffee before heading back into the bedroom. He sits beside Donna and watches her sleep a little while longer until her gorgeous Bambi brown eyes open, and a sleepy smile appears on her face.
The smell of vanilla coffee is what wakes Donna up from her dream of dancing the night away with Harvey. Her brown eyes flutter open and a smile spreads across her face when she sees Harvey sitting beside her, two cups of coffee in his hands and a smile on his face as he watches her wake up.
"Morning." Donna says sleepily as she sits up in bed, settling against the headboard. Harvey passes her cup of coffee and kisses her.
"Morning, beautiful." Harvey says before sipping his coffee. Donna sips the coffee slowly, allowing it to wake her up faster. She looks at Harvey in confusion: something is going on with him and it's concerning her, he's never up before seven on a regular day, let alone at 5:30 in the morning.
"Harvey, are you okay?" Donna asks, finally letting her concern about him show. Harvey looks at her brown eyes and puts his coffee cup on the nightstand and reaches into his pyjama pants pocket and pulls out a ring box, opens it and hands it to Donna who gasps.
Cushioned in the ring box is a large pearl on a rose gold band with diamonds in the band.
Tears pooling up in her eyes, Donna looks up at Harvey. "Is this what I think it is?" Donna asks quietly. Harvey nods. "I want you to be my wife." Harvey states, a small smirk on his lips. Donna looks up at Harvey, tears slipping down her face.
Donna is quiet for a few minutes, contemplating her option: she could never see herself with anyone other than Harvey, but what happens when they fight and they both say things they both regret?
Donna sighs lovingly. "I want you to be my husband." Donna tells Harvey, putting her own coffee on the other nightstand and kissing him. Harvey chuckles as he gently, always gently with her, picks up her left hand and lips the ring onto her finger.
"Perfect fit." Harvey says kissing the large pearl then her lips.
"Mmm, you taste like vanilla coffee." Donna says, licking his bottom lip to savour the taste of vanilla.
"So do you." Harvey says.
After spending the day with his new fiancée, Harvey collapses on the couch with a huff. He can't believe he let Donna talk him into taking her on an unlimited shopping spree in the best malls in the city. He won't be surprised if she drained his bank account with the amount of stuff she bought using his credit card.
Soft hands rub his shoulders. "Rough day?" A husky voice says in his ear, nipping at his lobe. Harvey smiles, grabbing her hand and dragging her around the front of the couch and pulls her onto his lap, burying his face into her red hair that is in a high ponytail at the top of her head. "You could say that, being dragged on an unlimited shopping spree all day is rough, who knew you 'needed' so many handbags?" He says sarcastically, making her giggle. "In my defence, you did say that whatever we wanted to do was up to me and it was on your corporate card, so it's your own fault for handing me your credit card, although I'm sorry I almost drained your bank account." Donna says softly with a small pout on her red lips as she looks at the fire in the fireplace. Harvey lifts his head and cups her cheek, forcing her gaze away from the fire. "I don't care how much money I have to spend or if it empties my bank account if it means you're happy." Harvey tells her softly, kissing her gently. Donna nods before yawning and snuggling into his chest.
"Shopping takes a lot of energy out of us women." Donna mumbles. Harvey laughs before stroking her back soothingly. "I'll bet, go to sleep, Donna, I'll wake you up when dinner is ready." Harvey says but it falls on deaf ears as Donna is already asleep, her hands curled around the material of his white t-shirt. Harvey rolls his eyes and kisses her hair, getting a whiff of her vanilla shampoo.
"I love you, Donna.'' Harvey whispers as he too succumbs to the exhaustion of the exciting day of proposing to the love of his life and treating her to anything she wants: He'll treat her to whatever her heart desires, no matter the cost if it means she's happy for the rest of their lives.