Chapter Eight

Donna rushed back to work, not even halfway done with her lunch with Rachel when she got the sudden realization that she went into Harvey's office with an envelope and walked back out empty handed. She reached her desk and saw the envelope sitting by her keyboard. She took a deep breath and sank into her chair.

Harvey must've picked it up and placed it on her desk because she saw that he also dropped off some files. She figures he probably didn't open it because she has no missed calls or texts on her phone. She looked up and saw him approaching her desk, easy smile on his face.

She let out the breath she'd been holding. The look on his face told him all she need to know: he has absolutely no idea.

He was smirking playfully at her as she approached. So, she commented, "Lunch that good."

"Dessert is better," he said.

Donna busied herself with turning on her computer, still not looking up at him for fearing he might get offended if she rolled her eyes. But then he dropped a box ceremoniously directly in front of her.

"What is this?" she asked, finally looking at him.

"Well, Zoe had wanted to have lunch at the old-fashioned diner down the street," he began. Donna raised her eyebrows at him; so he finished quickly, "I said no, of course…I wouldn't bring her there. But on the way back, I managed to order you your favourite. Thought we could share."

Donna was still looking at him strangely, "Why?"

Harvey balked, "Well, because sharing is caring…I think I heard Mike say that to me once. I'm not really the caring type but I do want some of the dessert, so I think I can care for the duration of time we need to eat it!"

Donna sighed. "No, no!" she said, "Why did you buy it?" She paused and picked up her envelope, " You put this envelope back on my desk, did you open it?"

He looked down, "Oh right," he said, "You dropped that in my office earlier. I almost opened it before I saw your name on it." She nodded, finally calming again.

Harvey leaned on her desk, "Why? What is it?"

"Oh," Donna replied dismissively. "Nothing important." She opened the box of the dessert, that diner made the best fruit cake on the planet! "C'mon, let's eat," she beckoned.

He smiled, grabbing a fork and digging right into the centre knowing that Donna loved the crusty part on the outside.

She smiled. He knew exactly which parts she wanted and avoided eating them. She looked at him as he took another bite, almost dropping some of the fruit as he brought the spoon up to his mouth but saving it just in time. He looked up at her then, like a kid caught sneaking a peak at their presents before Christmas; she just rolled her eyes and smiled back, thinking and finally admitting it to herself: They were going to have a baby.

..::..

It was another three weeks that passed and Donna still hadn't told Harvey. It was eating at her but she just couldn't bring herself to say it. Not to mention, she was always being interrupted by the most ridiculous things, as if the world didn't want him know! She had tried to tell him on day during lunch, but a freaking pigeon managed to deliver something that day, too. Not to mention all the phone calls and random bursts of people that just manage to time their arrivals at the worst possible moment.

The baby is now almost three months, and she swears she could already feel a bump. She needed to tell him, and tell him soon!

It's a Thursday today; she vowed to herself that she will tell him before the work week is out; which means she only has till tomorrow. This was kind of good, since she was planning on enjoying this last night of her life; before all the drama and complications (which will sure happen) occur.

She was meeting a dear friend tonight. Louis' gift of the season pass to every show has truly been a blessing and she was bringing along an old friend, Samuel, who was also a big fan of the show.

Harvey had been out almost the whole day on meetings with clients that Donna didn't have a problem changing into her dress—which she wanted to wear until she can—and leaving the firm earlier than usual. But before she could go, Mike had approached her with a bunch of folders needed to be filed.

"Are you serious?" she asked him.

He looked at her sheepishly, "Please, Donna." She nodded her approval hesitantly and shooed him away so she can finish faster. She texted Samuel that she was running late and just to wait outside for her, which is why she was so surprised to see him approaching her desk half an hour later just as she was finishing up.

"Sammy," she cried out, holding her arms open for him.

He jogged briskly towards her and took her in his arms tightly, "Donna-bear, you look positively glowing. Oh, sister, you've never looked better."

"Well," Donna replied, "though I appreciate that, I'd like to believe that my beauty has always been consistent, at 110% always."

She and Samuel go all the way back to college. He had recently moved back to the city and had called her up right away. She had planned that he attends the show with her, knowing he would never refuse. A gifted actor, the two of them had connected right away during their drama class. He had first piqued her attention, well besides his obvious good looks, but as the one guy that didn't hit on her. Of course she found out soon enough what the reason was: He was definitely a bigger drama queen than she was.

"I couldn't wait to see you," he began. "I hope you don't mind that I came."

Donna shook her head, "It's great, and it's fine. Oh, you have no idea how good it is to see you! Please assure me right now that you will not question any decisions I make tonight and just go with it?"

Samuel looked at her, "Are you in some kind of trouble?"

"Long story," she replied, pulling him for another tight hug. It was really good to see him again.

Since he was facing Harvey's office, she had clear view of the hallway as she hugged him. She saw Harvey approaching, talking with a very animated Zoe.

She sighed; she could not do this right now. It looks like the night of rash decisions (which she will probably regret later) was starting now. Ending the hug abruptly, she looked at Samuel straight in the eye, getting an idea. "How are your acting skills? Still any good?"

He nodded apprehensively, not knowing where she was going with this. She talked fast, knowing that Harvey was fast approaching with questions. "Your name is George O'Keefe, architect, we met at yoga, dating for about three months, and you're straight. You need to play straight!"

Samuel stared at Donna like she has two heads. So she continued, "Got it?"

Finally he nodded coherently and said, "Yah, I think so."

She nodded at him and stepped out from his embrace, just to see Harvey staring at her as he walked towards them, Zoe still talking beside him.

"Hey," Harvey greeted.

Donna smiled back at him and Zoe, as Samuel turned around and held out his hand to both, "George O'Keefe." Donna bit back a smile, hearing Sammy deepen his voice always made her laugh; he should be able to play the part well.

Harvey shook his hand, "Harvey Specter. It's nice to finally meet you." Zoe also introduced herself.

Samuel smiled at both of them, whilst wrapping his arm around Donna's shoulder casually. "So you're Donna's boss? I heard a lot about you. You work her hard, eh?"

Harvey looked back at him quizzically, before turning his gaze to Donna who just shrugged. "She's kind of a workaholic herself. Considering she's in charge of my calendar, she's really the reason why I'm here late many nights."

Samuel laughed whilst Donna pinched his side without trying to be seen. He was playing the part a little too well for her liking.

Samuel decided to ignore the little pinch he felt Donna give him, for some reason, he wanted to see how much it would take to make this Harvey snap. "Well, if you don't mind…" he started, as he took Donna's hand, "I'm going to steal Donna away for dinner." Ah, he found it. The look on the other man's face looked closed to murderous, but he was good, because he replaced it easily with a confident grin.

Zoe had been watching the whole ordeal with great interest, her gaze switching back and forth between Harvey and Samuel (or George, as she knows him). Donna, for her reasons, could not look at either—she hated being this speechless.

Harvey laughed nervously, noticing (and hating) the way his arms was draped across Donna's. He moved closer to Zoe but said firmly and confidently, "Well, seeing as how you guys are already dressed up and all, I will let you borrow her for tonight."

Donna stared at Harvey in shock but before she could say anything, Harvey had continued, "We have some work ourselves," indicating him and Zoe, "so, you two kids have fun!" He shook Samuel's hand again and merely gave Donna a look that she couldn't quite read.

..::..

Donna let Samuel lead her towards the elevators. Once they rounded the corner, he lost all the masculinity he just possessed and turned to her, "Girl, you've been holding out on me!"

She sighed, looking at him, "It's a long and currently, a very complicated story."

Samuel nodded along as they entered the elevator. "Well, I don't know about you but I'm really all for skipping the show and just having you tell me your story. Oh, how hot is your boss?! Tell me you've…"

Donna held up her hands to stop him and rolled her eyes. "Okay, well, I guess we could start there…" And she began their tale.

..::..

Meanwhile, Zoe and Harvey had settled in his office. Him at his desk and her on the couch by his records. They were working on a case for Jessica, hence the late night meeting. They were at Zoe's office earlier but they had gotten hungry, so they grabbed a quick bite and headed back. Only, Harvey realized that he left some papers on his desk so they decided to continue on the 50th floor.

Zoe was telling him some story as they rounded the corner to see Donna hugging George. Harvey had been less than impressed with the guy. Sure, he was a little taller than he was, but Harvey thinks he can take him easily on a boxing match. He was still thinking strategies of how to beat the guy senseless when he realized that Zoe was talking to him.

"What?" he asked, looking at her.

She sighed, "I said, it was nice of you to let Donna have the night off. It looked like something important was happening."

He looked at her quizzically, "Why do you say that?"

She shrugged, "I don't know. Just the way they were hugging each other when we saw, kind of like they're celebrating something."

Harvey nodded his head, but didn't respond. A million thoughts were going through his head. Zoe was talking again and so he forced himself to listen: "…I need to type these up," she was saying, holding some papers, "do you think Donna would mind if I used her computer?"

Harvey shook his head, "I don't think she'd mind, you can get in to the main frame from there and save it straight to your account when you're done."

So, Zoe stepped out and started to work on Donna's desk. Harvey bent over his own desk to work as well, making a quick a phone call to Mike to come in early tomorrow the next day and separating some files for Donna. With that, he looked up and caught sight of Zoe sitting on Donna's desk. She must've felt his stare because she turned and smiled at him.

He forced a smile back.

It wasn't the same. And he frowned as he continued on with his work.