A/N: I'm sorry it's taken me so long to finish the last chapter—hopefully it's better late than never! Just wanted to say thanks again to everyone who's reviewed, followed, or read this story; it means so much to me and I hope you enjoy the final installment xx

It was one of those perfect autumn days, when the air smells crisp and the leaves in Central Park are flush with his favorite shade of copper. He's waiting just inside the church when he sees Donna approaching across the courtyard with her father. She's a picture of elegance in a dress of white lace, the gentle breeze tossing her soft waves around her shoulders.

The sight of her brings back memories of another fall morning two years ago, when she had walked toward him in a different white dress. He'd thought surely no sight could ever be more beautiful than her, walking down the aisle radiating warmth and happiness and love, all of it directed at him. But now as he sees her lean over and kiss their daughter's tiny forehead, he knows he'd been wrong. And he can't help but marvel at everything his life had become since he'd taken that first step across her threshold more than two years ago.

"I should have known you two would make the world's most genetically blessed children," Rachel says, interrupting his thoughts. She's waiting beside him holding little Harvey, soon to be her godson, who's sleeping peacefully with his hand wrapped around her thumb.

"Oh, I think the two of you might give us a run for our money in that department," he says with a smile. Though Mike had told him they wanted to devote all their energy to their new firm for a few years, he figured it was only a matter of time before they'd start thinking of other priorities.

She gives him a knowing smile and turns her attention back to the little one in her arms. "They're just precious, Harvey."

"I know."

The baby suddenly starts to squirm and gives Rachel a ferocious whack with his little fist.

"I take that back," she laughs. "This one's feisty like his dad…I think I see law school in his future."

He smiles. "You know, I wouldn't count out business school. His mom's pretty feisty too." After all, he didn't think there were many women out there who could ace Advanced Corporate Finance while six months pregnant with twins. And still wearing four-inch heels, to boot. But then she'd never been like any other woman. She was an impossible blend of power, confidence and an iron will, mixed in equal parts with softness, empathy, and grace. It had always been an intoxicating combination to him, and he knew it was also a combination that made her an incredible mother.

He, on the other hand, still wasn't entirely sure of himself as a parent. Donna had been his rock and anchor, and above all his partner, through the entire experience. She'd always had unending faith in his abilities even when he didn't, and parenthood was no different.

"Either way, she's got two incredible parents to look up to," Rachel says sincerely.

He shakes his head, unable to comprehend the fact that anyone could look up to him as a parent. For his career successes, sure. And he'd always been on the receiving end of a fair amount of envy about his lifestyle—the cars, his condo, the impeccable suits. But he'd never imagined that anyone would ever look at him with a straight face and tell him they were impressed by his parenting skills.

"Well, one anyway," he deflects. "Jury's still out on the other one."

She looks unimpressed by his lack of self-confidence. "Seriously, Harvey, you're so good with them. You should know that. Donna's always telling me—"

"Telling you what now?" Donna inquires with a raised eyebrow, having arrived with Jim at the entrance of the church.

"How you're trying to figure out how to get rid of me," he jokes.

"Oh, honey," she says playfully. "Believe me, if that was the case you'd be in Siberia by now." She laughs and somehow it's a sound that still thrills him, even after almost seventeen years of hearing it.

Harvey turns to her father and smiles. "Glad you made it, Jim. Have a good trip?"

"Got here just in time, so I can't complain."

He nods. "Glad to hear it." They'd mended their fences in the past few years, acknowledging that they'd both made the mistake of accidentally hurting the person they loved the most—but never on purpose. Somehow she'd loved them both through it all, despite the fact that they hadn't always deserved it.

Mike sticks his head out from the sanctuary. "Come on, you slowpokes, let's christen some baby Specters!"

It's baby Harvey's turn first, and as he takes him from Rachel he starts to worry that he'll mess it up in some way, by forgetting his lines, or making the baby cry, but Donna gives him an encouraging smile and that means everything will be OK.

He can't say he'd ever thought of himself as a person who'd make a big deal out of a christening, but recently he'd found himself celebrating all sorts of sentimental events that he wouldn't have thought twice about before. Maybe it was because the only things in his former life worth celebrating had been business wins, and the excitement of taking down an opposing lawyer had started to wear off. Now, those moments seemed to pale in comparison to previously unimagined milestones like their first sonogram, or the twins' first smiles.

"As Harvey navigates life's myriad challenges and trials, will you offer comfort, guidance and counsel to the best of your ability?"
"Yes, we will."

He looks out at their friends gathered there, at their parents and nieces and nephews and their colleagues, who'd become more than just his partners in law. He looks at Mike and Rachel standing beside them, looking as proud as if the twins were their own.

"Do each of you affirm that Harvey will receive unconditional love and support?"
"Yes, we do."

He knows they're promising these things to his son, but it might as well be him. Turns out it's unexpectedly emotional, having the people he cares about pledge to support and guide their son and daughter through life. And it slowly starts to sink in—just how much family he really has.

After the ceremony, he and Mike are catching up outside with Rachel and Donna close by, the four of them talking and laughing as though they'd never been apart. It's bittersweet, having them back in town for visits. They're long enough to remind him of the old days of them working together, but too short for it to feel like real life.

"I still can't believe you named your kid after yourself. Actually, wait, I can believe that," Mike snorts.

"I'll have you know, it was Donna's choice," he says indignantly. "And we both know there's no arguing with that woman once she's made up her mind."

"Don't I know it. Well, that kid's got a lot to live up with the name Harvey Specter Junior…"

"Good thing that's not his name," he grins. "Harvey Paulsen-Specter."

"Oh sure, that makes all the difference, adding a Paulsen," Mike mocks. "He's still got Harvey Specter in there, you know."

Something about this turn of phrase makes him smile. He watches Donna head over to his mom, who greets her like the daughter she never had. Baby Harriet reaches for her grandma and he thinks he sees a hint of tears in Lily's eyes as she takes her from Donna's arms and holds her against her chest, gently rocking her back and forth. His mom had told him once how she thought she'd never get the chance to be a grandmother to his children, and he knew that it made every moment with them more emotional for her.

"Actually…" He muses. "It can make all the difference in the world."

Mike gives him a quizzical look and he pulls himself out of his reverie. "So…you and Rachel coming to dinner at our place tonight? It's just a small thing with our families."

"Man, I come all the way back to the city and you're going to make me go to Brooklyn? I've gotta say, I never pictured you with a brownstone in the suburbs," Mike says, shaking his head, but he looks equally proud and incredulous at this development.

"OK, for your information, Brooklyn is a borough, not a suburb. And if you want the city, I'm just saying, it's right here…"

"Yeah, about that…" Mike begins slowly.

Harvey looks at him with a start. "What…?" He says, not daring to hope that it could mean what it sounds like.

"We're coming back, Harvey."

"To New York?"

Mike nods and Harvey feels a rush of emotion in his chest. He's temporarily lost for words as he registers the idea of his best friend being back where he belongs.

"To…the firm?"

"No, I've been offered Nathan's old job running the clinic."

That sounds about right. He nods slowly. He'd come to terms long ago with the fact that he and Mike had been drawn to the law for different reasons. And yet, he had to ask. "What about…part-time consultant?"

Mike smiles and claps him on the back. "You bet."

His face breaks into a massive grin. Specter and Ross, together again. "Can't wait, buddy," he says enthusiastically. "So why now?"

"Come on, what kind of godparents would we be if we lived on the other side of the country?" Mike jokes.

He wasn't expecting this answer, and he feels a twinge of guilt at the idea of him and Rachel uprooting their life for them. "Mike, you don't…we didn't mean to…"

"It's time, Harvey. We want to start a family soon, and…family should be with family."

Though he certainly doesn't cry very often, but he has to admit his emotions are pretty close to getting the better of him right now. "So…play dates soon, huh?"

"Yeah, I figure, if we start planning now, we can definitely get our kids to fall in love—"

He chuckles. "Mike, if I've learned anything about love…it's that the heart wants what it wants. And no amount of scheming from you is going to change that."

"Excuse me, my scheming has a very high success rate, look at you two."

"Oh, I'm not gonna let you take all the credit for that one. Like I said…" He remembers every second of the day he'd realized who he wanted by his side for the rest of his life. Yes, he'd heard the voices of Mike, and Stan, and Samantha in his head that day, but in the end, the strongest one had been his own.

"…the heart will always find a way of getting what it wants."

"Will you look at that, the student has become the teacher," Mike teases. "Hey, I took some pictures during the ceremony, wanna see?"

Mike takes out his phone and starts scrolling through his photos. Harvey sees one of himself holding his son, and the expression on his face catches him off guard. It evokes a memory from the week they found out Donna was pregnant, and he looks up from the phone, his eyes immediately drawn to the man standing nearby talking with Louis and Sheila.

"Thanks, Mike, they're great. I'll be right back, OK?"

He heads over to greet his former therapist, looking forward to introducing him to his son. He'd been unsure whether Stan would accept a personal invitation from him, but somehow the day wouldn't have felt complete without him there.

"Stan, it's so good to see you again…thank you for coming," he says warmly.

"It is my great pleasure, Harvey. What a fine young man you have there," he says, smiling down at the baby, who looks up inquisitively at this new person, his tiny hand reaching up toward the man's glasses.

"I think he likes you. Maybe he knows he might not be here without you."

Stan looks touched but shakes his head. "You give me too much credit, Harvey. All of this was waiting for you, whenever you were ready to reach out and grasp it."

He ponders the truth of this. "I guess it was. But I still want to say thank you."

"You are very welcome, Harvey."

He recalls what prompted him to come over to Stan in the first place. "Do you remember…what you said at the end of our final session?" Even though it had been almost a year ago, the words had stayed with him.

The doctor smiles. "I believe I do."

"I wanted to let you know…you were right. It happened today."

"Mazel tov, Harvey. I am very happy for you."

"Thanks, Stan."

"So, you're going to be a father." The doctor leans back and smiles.

"Yes," he says with a touch of trepidation.

"And how are you feeling about that?"

"It's just…I've been hoping for this for a long time. But now that it's really happening, I'm not sure if…I'm ready…"

Stan considers him for a moment. "Why don't you tell me about your father, Harvey? What was your relationship like?"

He could probably talk about his father all day, given the chance, but he does his best to sum up how much he meant to him. "He was…everything I wanted to be. I really looked up to him. To me, he was perfect."

Stan looks at him gently. "No parent is perfect, Harvey. I think it will be helpful for you to understand this as you take this step in your own life."

"Well, maybe it was because of who I had to compare him with."

"You mean your mother."

He nods and says nothing. He's long past getting angry at this topic—it's more like acceptance now—but he still prefers to focus on the present. They'd made so many new memories together in the last few years that it felt unhelpful to dwell on those from so long ago.

"You resented her because of her infidelity."

"Yeah, wouldn't you?" He says tiredly. "It was her fault that our family fell apart."

Stan looks unconvinced. "I would suggest that infidelity is often a symptom of an unhappy marriage and not necessarily the cause."

"Well, it sure isn't the cure."

"Perhaps not. But do you think your parents were happy before the infidelity began?"

"I mean, my dad loved her, and us, more than anything. He told me once…" He stops, embarrassed, as tears start to form in his eyes.

"What about your mother?" Stan prompts.

"What about her?"

"Was she happy?"

He doesn't know how to answer that. In truth, he's never really thought about it. "I think she probably…wished my father was around more. He wasn't home much."

"I see."

"But not because he didn't want to be," he adds quickly. "He was a musician, it was just…what he had to do."

"That must have been very difficult for her."

He feels uneasy about the way this conversation is going. "I guess…yeah…he didn't make it easy on her." He recollects his dad's own assessment—'Maybe a cool father, but not a great one…' He'd never accepted those words, because somehow it would feel like a betrayal of his dad's memory.

It seems like Stan can sense the guilt in his words, because he leans forward and speaks directly and earnestly. "Harvey. We all have flaws, it is what makes us fundamentally human. It does not diminish your love for your father to acknowledge this."

He nods uncomfortably. He realizes it's the first time he's mentally assigned any blame whatsoever to his father. Not for her cheating – no, that had been all her – but maybe for making his mom feel as though he wasn't there for her. That it was her only option. The same reason why Donna had kissed him that day, and why he'd gone to her without caring whether Thomas was still in her life. It wasn't to hurt anyone, or to ruin lives – it was because sometimes it felt like the only possible choice.

These thoughts leave him feeling slightly off balance and he tries to bring himself back to even ground. "So, how's this related to me becoming a father?"

"I would posit that you know the answer to that question."

Stan's response surprises him at first, but he begins to understand the implications of his realizations. "Yeah…I guess I do."

"Harvey, I am confident that you will have the same kind of love for your child that you and your father shared. But as you go through the process of becoming a parent, you should not view this as following in anyone's footsteps, but rather charting your own path."

"Thanks, Stan." He hesitates. "What if I don't…feel it, at first? What if it takes me some time to get there?"

"That is quite common, Harvey. But you cannot force this. One day, you will hold your child, and feel as though you have the whole world in your arms. And you'll know that you will never let anything happen to this child, because you will experience a bond of unconditional love."

"I know about unconditional love," he says softly.

Stan smiles. "Yes. I believe you do."

They say their good-byes and their thank-you's and make their dinner plans, and finally it's just the four of them again. Donna waits while he retrieves the stroller from inside the church and carefully lays the sleeping twins inside. He takes time to tuck their blankets around them so they won't get chilled in the cool autumn breeze, and gently kisses each forehead.

Satisfied, he turns to his wife and she reaches for his hand with a contented smile.

"Ready?"

"Ready."