Chapter Nine

Donna was feeling chipper the next day. Besides her losing her breakfast this morning to the porcelain throne, the day had started out quite well. Finally telling Samuel everything yesterday made the whole situation that much easier; she would take her friend's advice and just blurt it out.

It was also Sammy who made her realize that being Harvey's assistant allowed her to control his time, so, she penciled in a fake meeting for his afternoon today so that she could tell him everything.

He had been out to trial all morning but Donna knew he'd be back just after lunch. She had been mentally preparing herself as to how she was going to say everything to him. So far, what she got was good: 'Harvey, I'm pregnant. She would pause, and then…you're the father.' She was definitely ready.

..::..

Donna was at Rachel's office, trading gossip with the younger woman when they heard the associates speaking about Harvey and Mike. It seems that they had won the case, meaning they two were already back.

Donna hastily said goodbye to Rachel and made her way back to Harvey's office. She opened the door quickly and he looked up at her from his work on his desk and smiled.

"We need to talk," she said, unaware that Mike was sitting on the couch.

"Oh, those are four words you never want to hear, Harvey," he commented, making his prescence known to Donna.

Donna sighed. "Oh why? I actually borrowed that line from Rachel; she said that's how she was going to start her next conversation with you."

Harvey laughed and Mike shook his head at her disapprovingly, "That's hardly funny! But I'll go, I wouldn't want to intrude on any post-trial rituals you two might have."

Donna rolled her eyes, "Yup, wouldn't want you to see what we do with melon ballers."

Mike narrowed his eyes at them and made a face as he made his hasty exit, no doubt to make sure Rachel wasn't about to actually use those 'four words' on him.

Donna took a deep breath and stared at Harvey. "Harvey," she started, not breaking eye contact. "Harvey, I'm pregnant." Donna had no idea what to expect but what she saw melted her heart, because Harvey had the biggest smile on his face.

To Harvey, it was like hearing the words you never thought you would ever hear or even ever want to hear. But as those words left Donna's lips and registered in his brain, he couldn't help his involuntary reaction to smile. He also didn't realise just how important the identity of the person saying it was; and it was Donna that said it. He doesn't know but he thinks this might be the meaning of being deliriously happy. He focused his attention back to Donna who was talking again, he caught her words, "Harvey, the father…"she paused and took another breath.

Father. Father. That word suddenly brought Harvey back to reality. The reality that he and Donna slept together over three months ago; there was no way she would only be finding out now. Plus, it doesn't even look like she's pregnant yet. Then there was George, her actual boyfriend. Her actual boyfriend whom she was hugging yesterday like they were celebrating something…they were celebrating their baby.

And without meaning to, he finished for her, "George."

Donna looked at him quizzically, noticing the smile slip from lips. "No, Harvey, let me finish," she tried to say.

But it seems Harvey was having none of that because he has now stood up from his desk and walked across the room, staring into the skyline before turning to her. "No, I get it. That's what you told him last night, that's why he was adamant that you guys go out to celebrate. That's why he was acting all, like that," Harvey said, adding almost incoherently, "Smug bastard."

Donna frowned, "What?! Harvey, if you would just let me talk without interruption."

Harvey sighed, "What is there left to say? You've told what you came to tell me. I suppose, congratulations are in order. As your boss, I'm sure we can work out your whole working schedule at another time."

Donna was shaking her head at him, unable to comprehend why he was lashing out and not letting her continue.

Harvey was still going on with his tirade speaking so fast, "Is there something else, are you and Mr. Architect getting married now? Is he whisking you away from the city so you can raise your baby in the suburbs? Frankly, I'm surprised, Donna. You've only known this guy for two months and now he's already got you knocked up…"

"Harvey," she started, "will you shut up and let me just tell you that…" She just processed the last thing he had said, "What did you say?"

When he wouldn't answer, she said it again more forcefully, "What did you say? I cannot believe you would say that to me! What do you think I am, Harvey? That I just sleep around with random men…"

"Well," he started, "I seem to recall us sleeping together before you dove in so seriously with this guy. I'm just saying to you what I'm thinking, I wouldn't want you think that I'm keeping anything from you. I just think you let this guy in so quickly…"

Donna nodded, still unable to believe that Harvey doesn't realize how much he was hurting her right now. Two can play that game, "Well, Harvey…it's just that some men out there are actually capable of letting a woman knows how he feels. And he doesn't take a whole decade just to decide what he wants." She shook her head, putting up her hand before he could respond, "Enough."

"I won't be here all of next week. I think I'm going to get sick," she said to him. And with that she left his office and Harvey didn't even utter a single word.

..::..

It was like she was in some sort of trance after she left Harvey's office. She didn't know where everything went wrong. It had started out so well. Part of her didn't even want to tell him now.

It was with that dejected look that she walked into Rachel's office. She wanted to just break down and cry but knew that she couldn't.

The younger woman took one look at her and said, "We need to barf."

Donna laughed, "I wish. But dinner would be good enough for tonight."

Rachel nodded, curious as to what could've possibly happened in the time Donna left her office just an hour earlier to now. She grabbed her purse, sending a quick text to Mike to cancel their plans—citing an emergency. She then joined Donna and the two made their way to their favourite restaurant.

..::..

It was hours later that Harvey found himself still sitting in his office. He regrets everything he's said now but he doesn't even know how to begin to apologize. So, he pulled up some cases that Jessica has assigned but he chose to ignore due to their mere unimportance. He was working on them tirelessly and was surprised when he saw Mike coming in to his office.

"Oh good," the younger man said. "You're still here. If I have to hear Harold talk about his childhood gymnastics class, I think I would die."

Harvey welcomed him, beckoning to his couch.

Mike sighed. "I was supposed to be out with Rachel," he began, "but apparently Donna called her in for an emergency. Know what that's about? Did it have something to do with her whole, 'We have to talk', thing with you?"

Harvey glared at him; and Mike swears, if looks could kill, he would be dead on this couch right now. He nodded his head, "Silence it is. I hear that stuff is golden."

About thirty minutes in, the only sound in the office was that of Mike typing away on his laptop when Harvey suddenly spoke, "You're right." Mike looked up.

"I do live a deluded world where I think I can always win," Harvey continued. "And I've never accepted defeat. I always think there's something I can do about it. I was always think there's time."

Harvey sighed. Mike looked at him curiously. Harvey was freely sharing his feelings, which had only happened one other time before; but before he could comment, Harvey continued. His voice was so low, that Mike could barely hear.

"Maybe it is time that I've accepted it. That it's over. I've lost…" Harvey whispered. "I've lost her."

Mike didn't catch the last part; he didn't know what Harvey lost. So, Harvey sharing feelings was depressing even when he wasn't high. Or maybe…

Mike stood up and looked at Harvey carefully. "What are you doing?" Harvey barked, seeing Mike examine him.

"You're sharing depressed feelings," Mike reasoned. "Are you high again?"

Harvey sighed, frowning, "Get out."

"I need to get…" Mike started.

"Get out now!"

"…I said it could probably wait until tomorrow," Mike continued, exiting hastily; leaving Harvey all alone.

He was all alone.