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whipped
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Mike had been watching them all day.
It was a Saturday in Seattle and Donna and Harvey had been staying with Mike and Rachel for a view days while they found a place, bought new furniture, all the things you need when you move across country.
The younger couple had gladly let them take up residence in their guest room, happy to have their friends with them and also thrilled to see them so happy and together after so long.
However, Mike couldn't help watching them from the corner of his eye. He watched as Harvey made her coffee in the morning and he watched as he wrapped his arm around her, Donna between his legs as they watched the morning news. He saw Harvey place his hand at the small of Donna's back and watched as he communicated wordlessly with her while they ordered dinner.
Never having seen Harvey in a relationship, it was pretty shocking to see him play the doting husband, though he realized this was probably new for him, inferring just from knowledge of the couple that this was clearly Donna specific.
As the ladies excused themselves to go to the bathroom, Mike took note of how Harvey's gaze followed Donna completely until she was out of sight, turning the corner with Rachel.
"You enjoying the show?" Harvey asked, smirking into his whiskey.
"Excuse me?" Mike questioned.
"You've been staring all day, you gonna get your shit together or what?" Harvey asked.
"Dude," Mike said, shaking his head and holding back a laugh, "I just never thought I'd see the day when Harvey Specter could be described as whipped."
Choking on his swig of whiskey, he glared at his friend, then said, "Fuck you, Mike."
"You should see yourself, man," Mike said, teasingly.
"It's not my fault that I'm a better husband than you," Harvey responded with a grin.
"You've been married less than a month!" Mike exclaimed, taking his own sip of his drink.
"Well, I've always been an overachiever," Harvey retorted, smugly.
As the girls made their way back to the table and settled in their seats, Harvey wrapped his arm around Donna's shoulder, leaning in to whisper in her ear as she giggled lightly in response then following it up with shooting a smirk in Mike's direction.
If making Donna happy makes him whipped, then he'll own it, but Mike doesn't need to know that.
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