Here's chapter 2! Not my best work, I've done better but I hope you enjoy it anyways! (:
"I just want the record to show that everything that's happened, is your fault."
"My fault?"
"You're the one who proposed."
"You're the one who accepted."
"Ah, yes, that may be true but," Mike uncapped his orange highlighter and highlighted an important sentence in the case proposal that he and Harvey were working on, "you're the one who said we didn't want to wait."
"We both agreed to that," Harvey added.
Mike looked up at Harvey, who sat in his chair behind his desk, "it's always been my dream to be a summer bride."
Harvey rolled his eyes.
"As I was saying, all the events that have transpired over the past two weeks, have been your fault," Mike went back to flipping through the folder on his lap.
"I object," Harvey argued, "you're just as guilty as I am."
Mike scoffed, "I object."
"On what grounds?" Harvey asked, looking up at the younger man.
"On the grounds of that you're the one who befriended and hired Donna all those years ago, therefore you should have known better," Mike smirked, "court dismissed!"
"What? Court not dismissed," Harvey argued, "I motion for a mistrial."
"Mistrial?" Mike asked. "How?"
"Newly discovered evidence," Harvey smirked.
Mike looked at him, "what newly discovered evidence?"
"Divorce," Harvey didn't look up from the folder of papers he was looking through.
"You can't get a divorce, Harvey, unless you actually get married," Mike explained. "I know you're a little slow when it comes to commitment and such but-" Mike was unable to finish answering before a crumbled up piece of paper was thrown at his face. "I so can't wait to have the power to banish you to the dog house."
Harvey laughed, "banish me?"
"Yes," Mike nodded, "I can do that because I don't mind sleeping alone unlike someone."
"Oh, I know you're not talking about me," Harvey said.
"Oh?" Mike closed the folder on his lap, turning all of his attention to the man in front of him, "you deny it?"
"Yes," Harvey didn't look up.
"Need I remind you about that time when I fell asleep on the couch and you came and woke me up at 2 am because you couldn't sleep without me in bed with you."
"That's adorable," Donna spoke from the doorway.
Harvey said nothing as Mike smirked and looked over to the red haired woman, "he's a fan of spooning."
"Harvey," Donna smirked.
"Is there something that you wanted?" Harvey cut them both off and looked up at his secretary that stood in the doorway with a large binder in her hands. "What the hell is that?"
"Your wedding binder," Donna walked over and dropped it onto Mike's lap.
Mike stared at it for a moment before he looked up at her, "a binder?" He looked over to Harvey, "they made a binder?"
"You sound surprised," Harvey smirked, raising his eyebrow.
Mike rolled his eyes and opened it, taking a quick look through it before he had to get back to work. This had Donna and Louis written all over it, although, from the numerous highlighter marks and colorful post-its he knew that Rachel had helped in the making of it.
"Everything that you need is in there," Donna explained, "look through it and then get back to me to iron out the details. That means you too, Harvey. Not just Mike."
Mike smirked over at Harvey who shot a glare to the redhead and an annoyed glare to him.
Oh, this was going to be entertaining, Mike thought.
"So," Mike called to Harvey, as he sat cross legged on the couch with the wedding binder open in his lap, "you're good with getting married on June 15th at the Plaza Hotel?"
"Yes," Harvey called back grabbing a beer for Mike and himself, "are you?"
When Mike didn't respond he walked into the living room and placed the two beers down onto the table and looked at him, "Mike?"
"I'm getting married at the freakin' Plaza Hotel!"
Harvey sat beside Mike on the couch and wrapped an arm around his shoulder, pulling him in so he was able to kiss the side of his head, "only the best for my husband to be."
"It's just surreal," Mike said, turning his head to look at the older man beside him, "I would have never thought..."
"I know," Harvey nodded, "I get it. I never imagined this would be happening either."
"You mean you never imagined yourself getting married? Not even once?" Mike seriously asked. He had thought that there might have been someone who made Harvey consider it… Scottie.
Harvey shook his head, "not until you."
"Oh," Mike could feel his cheeks warming and he looked down at the binder, "if you weren't Harvey Specter and I didn't think Jessica and Donna would kill us, I'd say we elope down to city hall but-"
"We are not eloping," Harvey interjected.
"Yes, I'm aware," Mike sighed.
"Hey," Harvey pressed his finger tips into the back of Mike's neck, "it's our wedding day. You and me. Fuck everyone else." Harvey's eyes were warm when he met Mike's, "all those people that are going to be there, they don't matter. All that matters is you and me, okay?"
Mike nodded and went back to looking through the binder. It was silent for a few minutes as Harvey sat beside Mike, sipping from his beer while Mike looked through the binder.
"Speaking of the people being there..." Mike spoke up.
"Yeah?" Harvey quirked an eyebrow, giving Mike a sidelong glance.
"I know that you're inviting Marcus but-"
"No," Harvey didn't let Mike finish the sentence.
Mike sighed, "Harvey..."
"No, Mike," Harvey stood up from the couch and made his way into the kitchen with Mike following after him.
"Harvey, even if you invited her, there might be a chance she may not come, anyways," Mike said standing beside the island counter.
"If I don't invite her then there's a definite chance that she won't come," Harvey said, bracing his arms against the counter, "end of discussion Mike."
"I know you don't have a relationship, really, with her," Mike sighed, "but she is your mother."
"Exactly," Harvey bit back, "she's my mother! Not yours!"
Mike flinched at Harvey's tone and looked down at the counter top, trying to hid the fact that tears were welling up in his eyes.
Harvey closed his eyes and winced, "Mike-"
"I'm going to go take a shower," Mike turned away, still not looking at him, "it's been a long day."
Harvey watched as Mike walked away quickly from the kitchen, disappearing down the hallway and from sight. Damn it. He hit his palm forcefully against the counter top.
Mike allowed the hot water to wash over his body as he braced himself against the tiles, his head hanging with his eyes closed. He understood why Harvey didn't want anything to do with his mother, he really did but this was his wedding. He may regret not having her there even if he hadn't spoken to her in years. Maybe it was because Mike would give anything to have the option to invite his mother; Harvey's mother was still alive while Mike's was dead and gone.
After awhile, Mike finally pulled himself out of the shower and when he came out of the bathroom he found Harvey standing against the wall opposite the door.
"I'm sorry, I didn't mean it, the way I said it," Harvey said.
"I know," Mike nodded.
Harvey sighed, "I wish that your parents were going to be there, Mike. I wish your grandmother and my father were too. I'd give anything for that," he shook his head, "but I haven't… my mother… I can't, Mike."
"Okay," Mike stepped in front of him and leaned his forehead against Harvey's chest, so that his head was tucked underneath his chin. Harvey wrapped his arms arms around him and buried his nose into Mike's wet head, inhaling the scent of the shampoo.
"I'm not banished to the dog house am I?" Harvey asked.
Mike laughed, "no, Harvey."
"I'll talk to my brother about it," Harvey said after a moment.
Mike nodded, smiling into Harvey's chest.
Thank you for reading! (:
-KT xo