Donna watched Harvey take the call through the glass that enclosed the conference room. She could only see the back of his head, but she didn't need to see his face to know that it was not at all good news on the other end. Harvey's posture had changed dramatically since he'd answered the call. His shoulders had slumped and any of that Harvey Specter confidence that usually showed in his stance had vanished.

After he'd lowered the phone from his ear to hang up, he stood there as if in shock, lingering in the hallway before making a mad dash in the direction of his office.

A few minutes later the meeting ended and Donna stood up to exit the moment it did. She made a beeline for the door and as soon as she was through it she was off - nothing and nobody would stop her from getting to Harvey as fast as her Manolo Blahniks would carry her.

The sight that met her as she laid eyes on him, sitting on the couch in his office, elbows on his knees, head in his hands, clearly shaken, had Donna thinking the worst. She rushed over to sit right beside him and gently placed a hand on his shoulder.

"Harvey. Are you ok? Who was the call from?"

She wasn't sure she even wanted to know. But she had to ask. She needed to be there for him. Seeing him like this was terrifying her. It was taking a piece of her seeing him so broken.

Slowly, he lifted his head to look at her and she felt her eyes fill with tears the instant she saw his face. His eyes were a scary shade of red and they glistened underneath, the strain of his silent tears clearly visible. She hadn't seen him this vulnerable before, not even when his father died. He always hid his emotions and put on a brave face in times of sadness. She didn't expect him to speak so soon, as he was still in shock, but he did. And the moment he started it all came tumbling out.

His voice was eerily calm and sounded almost as it usually did, with just a slight huskiness about it, and Donna lifted her hand from his shoulder - afraid that her touch might make it harder for him to keep his composure. Instead, she looked him straight in the eye, willing those tears to stay right where they were. The last thing he needed was to see her upset. Even when they were just friends (but were they ever really just friends?) he couldn't stand seeing her hurting.

"It was my mother. Marcus and Katie were driving to get milkshakes after their kids' school's musical when their car was driven off the road by a drunk driver."

Donna's hand flew to her mouth. Harvey was holding back tears as much as she was, but continued to speak.

"The kids only have minor injuries, but it's not looking good for their parents. Donna, I can't lose Marcus. And those kids can't lose either of them... Why does everyone have to leave? First Jessica, then Mike and Rachel and Katie... And now her and my brother... No, they're going to be ok. This is all going to be ok." Harvey's tone of voice had changed. He was suddenly louder, more confident. Even if he was only trying to convince himself that what he was saying were true.

"Harvey, I'm so sorry. What can I do? I want to help. Are you going to Boston? I can book your flights."

"Come with me. I need you. I can't do this alone. My mom needs me. And she could really use someone like you by her side right now. We both could."

"Are you sure?"

It meant the world to Donna that he had asked her to come with him, but their relationship had only just begun. Nobody even knew they were a thing. And she didn't think she'd be meeting his mother so soon, and definitely not under these circumstances. But, truth be told, Donna was ready. She'd been ready for years. For over a decade she'd imagined the two of them as a couple more times than she'd care to admit; daydreamed about him introducing her to his parents. Yes, Donna Paulsen had even thought about it 13 years ago when his dad was still alive.

"I've never been surer about anything, ever."

Any of the pain that had consumed Harvey moments earlier had all but vanished as he'd said the words to her. True and all-consuming love will do that to a person - take every ounce of pain away with just one look in their eyes. Or a kiss. And that's exactly what Harvey did next. He pressed his forehead to hers and kissed her like the world was ending. And she responded with just the same amount of urgency.

Neither of them cared that their colleagues were right now exiting the conference room after hanging back to chat amongst each other. Or that Louis Litt was heading straight for Harvey's office to ask what phone call was so urgent that he had to leave the meeting that abruptly. And neither of them gave a damn when they looked up to see Louis' face, staring right at them, aglow from a flood of reactions. Their newly-crowned managing partner had just witnessed them giving in to a moment of realisation of how lucky they were to have each other, and be with each other - at last.

Instead, beyond caring, they just sat there - Donna letting herself sink into Harvey's shoulder and Harvey resting his head against Donna's. They were in this for the long haul and they didn't care who knew it.