Chapter Fourteen

"Okay, I need to know everything that happened at that party," Donna announced as she sat both Rachel and Sammy on her couch.

She, on the other hand, remained standing. She had one hand on her hip, mostly for support, being almost seven months pregnant was making her feel really heavy. She tapped her foot impatiently, waiting for one of them to start talking.

Rachel started, "Well, besides the whole revealing your secret to Jessica; I really have nothing else."

Donna nodded, shifting her gaze to Sammy who looked like a little kid in the principal's office. "Sammy?" she said, in an obviously fake sweet voice.

She let out a huge breath, "Okay, I already know that you flirted with Harold and basically revealed your inner girl to Zoe."

Rachel gasped, "Wow, Zoe knows? And she told you that she knew? But I was totally right when I told you she wasn't dating Harvey, wasn't I?"

Donna nodded, "Yes, she gave me a very odd pep talk the other day." At Rachel's expectant look, "And you were right, they're not together."

"So, you can tell Harvey now," Rachel stated clearly.

"I could," Donna said, "but he's not talking to me. You've seen him around the office, it's like he's got a very bad case of PMS."

Up until this point, Sammy had still not said anything. Donna was sure he knew the reason for Harvey's behaviour. "C'mon, Sammy. Just tell me," she said, pleadingly.

"Well," he began, "do you guys remember that prop I had with me during the party?"

"Oh, the pretty ring," Rachel exclaimed excitedly, and the realization dawned on her, "Uh, the pretty engagement ring."

Donna closed her eyes and took a deep breath. "So, he saw the ring?"

Sammy nodded, "He saw the ring fly out from my pocket, picked it up, and handed it out to me without a word."

Donna nodded along and made a motion to grab her purse from the counter, "Okay, okay. I can fix this."

Sammy looked at her bewildered, "So, you're not mad at me?"

"None of this is your fault, and hopefully, I can fix it all in one go. Right now," Donna replied, and then to Rachel, "Can you text Mike and tell him to keep Harvey in the office?"

Rachel nodded. And Donna went on her way.

..::..

Harvey was sitting in his office, a pile of unfinished paperwork currently sitting on his desk. He just couldn't focus. He'd been in a bad mood since he saw the engagement ring that George was carrying. Of course it made sense that they would be getting married, they were having a baby after all; but he just couldn't wrap his head around the concept of losing her.

So, he had bought some weed—courtesy of coffee cart guy—and had brought them to Mike's apartment. If there was ever time he regretted the most, it would be that moment. Not only did he reveal way too much to his young associate, Mike also had the worst couch to actually sleep on.

Speaking of Mike, he had seen the pup walk by his office three times now in the past fifteen minutes. He was sure he would be by any second now and looked down the hallway to see if he was coming (he needed someone to yell at) only to see Donna approaching his office.

Harvey was just so sure she was about to announce her engagement. Why else would she come into the office on a Saturday morning? In all the years they've worked together, he never let her work the weekend; not that she would actually.

She entered his office, "Harvey, I need to tell you something."

He nodded, "I know."

"You can't possibly know," she scoffed at him, he still hadn't look up from his work on his desk. In all honesty, Donna was feeling a little odd, so she opted to sit on his couch. That's when she felt it, a bolt of pain that felt like cramping on her stomach. She couldn't make a sound.

When Harvey realized that Donna hadn't said anything for a full two minutes, he finally looked up and saw her sitting in the couch, unmoving. "Donna?" he asked tentatively.

She looked up at him then, her expression one between pain and surprise, "Harvey, I think there's something wrong."

Harvey had never moved so fast in his life. He was by her side in a matter seconds, calling Ray, and ushering her down the hallway towards the elevators. He has also never been so worried in his life, either.

..::..

It's been thirty minutes of pacing back and forth. Harvey was sure he'd annoyed and angered the nurses on this floor in the first five minutes since he arrived. But there was still no word on Donna and he hadn't been allowed to go in with her; and Harvey Specter was not a patient man!

Finally, he saw the doctor approaching. "So," he said hurrying to the medical man's side, "is she okay? Is the baby?"

The doctor smiled at him, "They're both fine. You can come with me if you want to see her. She's just about to get an ultrasound."

Harvey breathed a huge sigh of relief and followed the man towards Donna's room. She was lying down as he approached her. She looked at him, smiled cheekily and pointed him to stand behind her head. Harvey nodded and did as he was told.

"They're called Braxton-Hicks contractions. It's quite normal to get them at this time of the pregnancy," the doctor explained. "It was still good that you brought her in though, Mr. Specter."

Harvey nodded, as he saw the doctor squeeze some sort of jelly on Donna's belly. She winced, and he took her hand immediately. "Just cold," she explained to him.

"There's the heartbeat, it's very strong," the doctor said, as a steady beating sound took over the room. Harvey thinks it's the most beautiful sound he's ever heard and wonders why they don't have records of it. He smiled at Donna who smiled back.

And then, "And now you can see your baby," the doctor said. This was the first time that Harvey had seen the ultrasound, even though Donna had been meaning to show him the pictures. He looked absolutely mesmerized. "I won't move it around so much," the doctor continued, "I know how you want to keep the sex a surprise."

Donna nodded as Harvey said, "I think it's because you don't want to be proven wrong right now. You know I'm right that it's a girl."

Donna rolled her eyes at him and the doctor took it as his cue to leave, bidding them both a good day but telling Donna he would like to keep her overnight; just in case. Before he left, Harvey walked with him to the door, said something, and Donna saw her doctor nod.

"What was that?" she asked Harvey as he came back to sit by her bed.

"Nothing to worry about," he answered, but in truth, he'd ask for a copy of the ultrasound picture. "By the way, I tried calling George from your phone but he's not listed at all on your contacts. So, I called the pup, who called Rachel, who finally reached him. In short terms, they're all on their way." A knock. "Ah, see?"

In truth, the three of them piled in. Sammy went to Donna's side immediately, he was just actually worried about his best friend and not even playing a part. They all stayed for a couple of hours, but seeing as how Donna was staying overnight, they eventually said their goodbyes; until only Sammy was left.

"You don't have to stay," Donna commented.

He laughed, "I know. I was just waiting for all of them to leave first so I wouldn't look bad."

Donna raised her eyebrow at him, "You are so sweet. However did I get so lucky? It's fine, though. I'll just be sleeping here anyways. And I'm actually in the best place to be should anything else happen."

Sammy nodded, "I will be by to pick you up tomorrow morning, though." With that, he kissed Donna's forehead and left her room. Only to be coming back two seconds later.

"What?" Donna asked him, wide eyed.

"Harvey's outside," he told her surprisingly. "He's just sitting there, doing something with his phone. So, I guess I can't leave until he goes." Then he looked at her, seeming to get an idea, "Or…I could go and he can come in here."

"That would've been a good idea had the doctor not given me something to help me sleep," Donna said. "I can't really even talk to him."

Sammy nodded and watched as Donna dozed off in a matter of minutes. Apparently, he fell asleep, too; only to wake up at around six in the morning, needing to go to the bathroom. He looked outside again to see if Harvey was still there and sure enough, the man himself had also dozed off uncomfortably on one of the hospital chairs. Sammy pitied the man and his would be sore back.

He went back inside Donna's room and woke again just an hour later, because Donna herself had woken up and turned on the television. She was already standing up and working on her own release papers.

"Harvey's gone," she said. "I checked."

"Well," Sammy answered, "he must've just left. I woke up an hour ago and he was still there."

"Really?" Donna asked, trying to hide a small smile; happy that he had stayed but also really worried that Harvey probably didn't sleep at all last night, when she knows he's been working so hard the past couple of days.

Suddenly, there was a quick knock on the door and in entered Harvey. Speak of the devil. He was wearing a fresh suit but he looked so tired, evident by the dark bags under his eyes.

"I just wanted to stop by on my way to work," he said to Donna, "to tell you not to come in for a while. Then he added, pain evident in his voice, "We really need to talk about your maternity leave."

It also looks as if he didn't want her to know he spent the whole night here. Donna played along, "I wasn't planning on it, boss. Don't be silly, though, I can still work from home!"

Harvey rolled his eyes at her stubbornness. He shook Sammy's hands before walking back to the door, "I'm going to go. You take her straight home, alright?"

He turned back to Donna before he left, "Oh, and I'm having Ray deliver a couple of boxes of water bottles to your apartment. I hear that it's dehydration that causes the muscle cramping and hence the Braxton-Hicks contractions." And he left before she could comment. Where in the hell do you hear stuff like that?

Donna could only stare back at the closed door with a dumbfounded expression.