Technically it is before midnight when I am posting this so keeping up with my weekly posting schedule! Enjoy!

For this week, we are back in Harvey's dream world...

They rode through Manhatten in a comfortable silence. Harvey had one hand on the wheel and one entwined with hers. "Are you nervous?" He smiled over to the love of his life. Today they found out for sure the gender of the little life growing in her womb.

"No. I know what the baby is." Donna knew from the moment she even had the idea that she was pregnant. Harvey had tried to be a seed of doubt, but she was Donna. She knew. "There is not going to be any shocking news today." She shifted in the seat. "I do want to go shopping after though. Once Dr. Boody confirms what I already know, we are going to need to return that paint you bought." She smirked.

Harvey rolled his eyes. He couldn't decide what had compelled him to get the particular color that he did. Part of him wanted her to be wrong, but knew that there was no way she was. He did have a little fantasy in his mind of their child. Doing certain things with the kid that he could always do if she was right, but there was something special in teaching certain things to certain children. "Oh, I don't know that we need to return it. We could always use it for the next one." His eyebrows arched with smugness.

She just shook her head with a smile playing across her lips.

It took around a half hour for Ray to get to the OBGYN office. Harvey insisted in only having the best for their child. Donna didn't complain because it was a bit of a high-risk pregnancy. Given her age and constant stress levels, Dr. Boody had his work cut out to have this baby make it to term. Once they were in the office waiting room, Harvey's mind went back to when she told him that they were going to be parents. It was only a few months after they had gotten together.

It was the third time that week that she had made friends with the porcelain gods before 11 am. There wasn't even much in her stomach for her to be getting rid of. She went back to her office and planned to get some work done. Instead Donna found herself staring at a shutdown computer screen for hours. She wrestled with the fact that she could be wrong. It did happen on occasion. She could just have a bad stomach bug that lasted three weeks. Her mind kept telling her to stop kidding herself. She was Donna. She knew, and she had to tell him. What she was going to tell him she didn't know. Rachel broke her trance a little bit after lunch time.

"Donna! Have you gotten lunch yet? There is this new place that I want to try and we need some girl time because I really need a break!" Rachel flew into the office expecting to see her best friend very busy keeping the firm afloat. There were three big cases going on that would put Specter Litt back on the map after taking Jessica's name off the wall. What she found was a very distracted woman. "Donna? Are you okay?" She gently nudged the older woman shoulder.

Coming out of her daze she was a little startled that Rachel was in her office. "Sorry what?" Rachel repeated herself with some remark as to Donna needing a break more than her. "Yeah. Sure. Lets get lunch." It had more to do with the fact that she really needed to get out of that building than anything else. She sent a text to Ray so he would be waiting when they got downstairs. The ride over was spent with Rachel trying to regale her on how the cases were going.

Once they got there, Rachel couldn't take it anymore. Her confidant was a million miles away and she needed to come back. "Okay. What is going on with you?"

"What do you mean?" Donna really wanted to play dumb. She wanted to act like everything was going well, and that there wasn't some life shattering thing growing inside her. "I'm fine." She took a sip of the water that she ordered.

Rachel raised her eyebrow. "Really? You are going to try and lie to me? Donna we have been friends long enough that I can tell when something is going on with you. Spill." She took a bite of her lunch waiting.

"I'm fine really." She took a deep breath. It was wrong to lie to her best friend, but she really didn't know what to tell her. "I'm just very busy and should probably be working rather than wasting time getting lunch." The words came out of her mouth with more venom that she anticipated. She shook her head a little to fight the oncoming headache. A waiter walked past them carrying a try full of food. Whatever was on the tray connected to the receptors in her nose that were currently in charge of her obsession with toilets. "I'll be right back." Donna practically ran to the restroom completely missing Rachel putting the pieces together.

The young lawyer nearly chocked on her salad as it was obvious what was going on. "Oh my god." Rachel threw money on the table to cover the check, and went after Donna. She found her retching in the third stall. There must not have been enough time for her to lock the stall door, because Rachel gently pushed it open and it swung revealing a disheveled COO. "Oh sweetie."

Looking at her, Donna knew that Rachel knew. "I don't know what to do." The tears that she had been holding back all morning staring at that computer screen cascaded down her face. She felt Rachel sit beside her on the floor. Luckily the restaurant was not some hole in the wall and kept their bathroom clean. "He doesn't want this. He isn't ready."

There was so much compassion for the woman who normally had it all together pouring out of the hug that Rachel squeezed. "Does he even know?" There was no way that the young lawyer could see him knowing yet. Mike hadn't said anything to her and it's not something that he would keep quiet, at least not with her. Harvey had shown her no signs of freaking out, which is exactly what she would anticipate happening. So, either he was taking the news extremely well and Donna was freaking out for nothing, or he had no clue.

"I don't even technically 'know' myself. It's just a good hunch. Or it's bad sushi from a month ago." The skepticism in Rachel's eyes was enough of an answer. She was Donna. She always knew.

They sat in silence for a few more minutes before Rachel offered the words that Donna dreaded to hear. "You have to tell him. It might not turn out how you think." Despite how Rachel actually thought the conversation would go between the two, she knew that reassurance was needed.

The sarcasm was now thrust into Donna's eyes. "I know that man better than I know the exact price, year, and store a Louis Vuitton purse is in. He's not ready." More tears started to fall. "I don't know what to do." The words were on repeat in her head just like they had been when she had come to this conclusion in the early morning.

"Donna." Rachel took a bit of tissue from the roll next to them on the floor. She turned her friend to be fully facing her. "I am going to tell you something my dad told me a while back. The first time a man learns he is going to be a father is what makes the man. Every woman looks for the man that she thinks is going to be the best father to her children, consciously or unconsciously. He told me to always imagine telling my future husband that I was pregnant. That vision was what would determine if I should ultimately choose that man." She brushed a stray hair out of the redhead's face while wiping a tear away. "Donna you chose Harvey. And I know that right now that vision is terrifying, but I think you are wrong." Her eyes softened. "Think of how much he loves Mike. Think of how much he loves me. Think of how much he loves his nieces." Donna was slowly nodding her head with the thoughts. "He might be a hard ass, but you and I both know that there are some things that he has always wanted even though he might not say it out loud. You need to tell him."

Slowly Donna came around to that thought. "You might be right, and I do have to tell him. I will. Tonight." She was more saying it to herself than to Rachel. She would tell him when he got home. No need for him to spend the rest of the day frazzled, there was too much work that needed to be done. For now, she would wait. "Right now, we need to get back before they notice that we are missing." It was buying her some extra time to get her thoughts together.

Rachel knew that her friend was good to her word. She also knew that work was going to be extra fun with a terrified Harvey trying to push away what was going on in his head. "You are right. Back to work we go!"

Wooo! Next week on Trick of Fate: Some cuteness, some arguing, some eggnog!

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