Chapter Eighteen

It was three and a half weeks later, when Donna was lounging bored in her apartment, that Harvey would finally call her. Jessica had granted her a maternity leave, but she went by the office once in a while, mostly to help out Mike and make sure no one (Louis) defaced Harvey's office.

Grabbing her phone quickly, she said, "Hey, everything alright?"

Harvey gave a small laugh, "Hello to you too. Everything is great, Stevie is moving back to his house. He's going to need round-the-clock care, you know…someone to bring him to his chemo appointments, but he's doing better."

"Oh," Donna said, "it's really great that he's doing better. That's such a relief; really great news." She paused. "Wait, does that mean you're staying?"

Harvey raised one eyebrow on his line and said, "Why? Do you miss me?"

Donna was not going to be baited that easily. "No. But somebody needs to take care of Mike. And since I'm on maternity leave, I can't be at the firm all the time…I'm pretty sure Louis is touching your balls!"

"Well, that's disturbing," Harvey said.

A pause.

"So?" Donna said, "Is there anything else, Mr. Specter?"

"What do you know, Donna?" he asked, knowing she was keen on some gossip that she wanted to say.

"Well, I'm pretty sure Mike is going to ask you to reconsider on the whole Rachel thing," Donna said.

"I never told him not to date her," he said, "all I said was that he couldn't tell her the truth."

"Harvey, he's not going to get into a relationship where he can't be fully honest with her," Donna reasoned.

"Well," Harvey said, "I can say that he'll be your responsibility when he does something stupid and loses her. But then, it'll be thrown right back to me since, oh right, I'm helping him commit fraud. And an angry ex-girlfriend is probably a cause for concern."

"She wouldn't do that to him, Harvey," Donna said, "No matter how stupid he gets."

'She's not you!' That's what Harvey wanted to say. "You don't know that, Donna. Like I told Mike, he has plenty of time to find the right girl."

"Well, what if this is it? What if he's already found her?" Donna replied.

He didn't reply. And Donna continued, "What happens when you run out of time?" At this point, she doesn't know if they're still talking about Mike and Rachel.

Harvey heard it in the tone of her voice; it isn't very clear now if they were still speaking of Mike and Rachel. But he honestly didn't have an answer for her, either way. "I don't know, Donna," he said, his voice barely a whisper. "What do you think? Is there really no time left for them?"

Donna swallowed, knowing full well what he was asking. So, she said, "Is it enough that I think there just has to be." She sighed, "Look, Harv, it's late. I'm getting kind of tired. Send my love to Stephen, tell him to get well."

"Will do," he replied. "Good night, Donna."

"Good night, Harvey," she said into the receiver. "Call me when you get home?"

"You got it. Bye."

..::..

Donna was making a rare appearance at the office. She said a quick hello to Jessica, who reprimanded her gently for coming; but she had some files to drop off. She can't help the workaholic in her.

She was currently in Harvey's office, arranging some of his vinyls when she heard humming approaching. It could only be one person: Louis.

Before he spotted her, she said, "Hello, Louis."

To say that the man was surprised would be an understatement. "Oh Jesus, Donna!" he cried, clutching his heart. "What are you doing here?"

"I think the question," Donna replied, approaching him, "is what are you doing here?"

Louis backed away visibly. "Look, Donna," Louis said, "I am just…checking on Harvey's office."

"Really? Because I just saw his liquor cabinet and well, quite a few are missing," Donna replied.

"I will pay for those," Louis said, "Just don't tell him. It could be our little secret, Donna."

"A secret will cost you , Louis," she said coyly.

"Whatever you want," he said quickly.

Donna smiled, walking towards Louis slowly. "Okay, what I really want to know from you. Just one little, tiny thing. Did you or did you not touch Harvey's balls?"

Louis' eyes widened considerably as Donna watch him inch his way back towards the door, "I would never touch his balls, Donna. I know – heck, everyone knows—that you're the only one that can handle Harvey's balls."

Donna kept walking toward him but didn't say anything, so amused at Louis' scared expression.

"I won't touch them again," he finally admitted. "Just please, Donna…whatever you want."

"I think you know what I want, Louis" she said slowly.

He nodded, "I will never set foot in this office again, not without your permission." He then proceeded to scramble out of there so fast that he almost knocked down Rachel along the way.

Donna laughed just as Rachel entered Harvey's office. Rachel raised an eyebrow at Donna.

"What?" Donna said innocently. "That was fun! Why did I agree to this maternity leave? I'm so bored at home."

Rachel laughed and sat on the couch with Donna, who had continued fixing the records again; her back to the door.

"So, when's Harvey coming back?" Rachel asked.

"Sometime tomorrow," Donna answered, "I'm not sure yet, I have yet to confirm his ticket."

"Is tomorrow going to be the big day?" Rachel said tentatively.

"I sure hope so," Donna said. "I can't really do this anymore."

Rachel nodded, "Sammy said he gave you helpful tips on how to tell Harvey."

Donna looked at Rachel, "That man's idea of helpful does not equate to the world's definition for the word. He basically told me to: tell Harvey, then proceed to –and I quote—do him senseless, and then if he's still angry, do him senseless again."

Rachel laughed, "Sounds like a good plan. A lot better than your let the baby tell Harvey one."

Donna gave her a look, "Okay, that plan was flawless. The kid will get Harvey's undivided attention and just blurt it out."

"I guess," Rachel said, walking towards the window. Donna saw this and wondered why everyone was fascinated with those damn balls.

She shook her head lightly, "Uh, I don't know; as if actually telling Harvey that he's the father of my child would ever be that easy."

CRASH. They both turned to see a bottle of wine broken (and staining) on the office floor, and slowly, Donna raised her eyes to the person who dropped it. Shiny shoes, gray slacks, matching gray suit and a tie with a dimple perfectly in the middle; she raised her gaze until she was face to face with one very shocked looking Harvey Specter.

Rachel was wide eyed, unmoving and frozen.

Donna grimaced and said quietly, swallowing the lump that had formed at her throat, "Oh, would you look at that? It is that easy."

..::..

At Stephen's insistence, Harvey had caught an earlier train. After so many assurances from his brother, Harvey wasn't sure if he was being asked to leave or thrown out entirely. Either way, he had gotten on the train and arrived back without anyone knowing. It was kind of late, that although he wanted to call Donna, he held off and decided to see if what she said about Louis making visits to his office were true.

Just as he exited the elevator to the 50th floor, he saw Louis. The man looked like he had just seen a ghost. Louis beckoned towards him to enter his office which Harvey did so tentatively. Imagine his surprise when Louis handed him a very expensive bottle of wine without a word.

"What's going on?" Harvey asked him. "Did you go through my liquor cabinet again?"

"Just take it, Harvey," Louis said. "And I never touched your balls, no matter what you hear."

Harvey shrugged, "Glad to know, Louis."

Harvey had then made his way to his office, new bottle of wine held firmly in his hand.

..::..

Now, he was looking at that same bottle of wine, broken on the floor of his office. He took a deep breath and looked at Rachel, "Get out."

Without a word, the young paralegal looked at Donna quickly and dashed out of the office.

Harvey was confused. No, confused barely covers what he felt right now.

"Did what I just hear…is it true?" he gasped out, as he continued to run his hands through his hair in frustration.

She didn't answer. She really knows how to test his patience.

"Donna," he said, a little forcefully. "Damn it, say something."

She met his eyes, "I think my water just broke."