Hey Everyone!

Sorry for the delay, school is getting very hectic, and I have had no time to study.

So, without further ado, here is the next instalment of TAOP

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P.S. I don't own Suits.

"Max is pregnant?"

Harvey's hand was around Mike's skinny tie almost instantly as he pulled on it to shush him, as if he were a dog on a leash. The blonde did have a loud mouth when screaming out secrets in disbelief.

"Jesus Mike, keep it down," the brunette said, letting go of his tie, and kept leaning against the car. They were waiting for Max and Rachel to finish shopping for flowers, for God knows what reason. Ray was leaning against the tire, shaking his head at Mike.

"Are you sure?" Mike asked, earning him a look from Harvey.

"She's been over emotional for the past two weeks," Harvey said rubbing his forehead, "Every morning these few days, she's been sick, and Julian said that he saw a pregnancy test in her bag. Tell me that's not enough for you."

"How are you holding up?" Ray's soft voice asked.

One of the best closers in all of Manhattan looked at the driver with tired eyes. It took all of Harvey's power to not break down, confused and distraught. Mike was not helping. At all. So, Harvey may have slipped up and gotten her pregnant. No, it wasn't a maybe. He did slip up. His dad always told him to be smarter when it came to... that. Of course, Harvey listened to his father all through high school, and his young adulthood, all through Harvard, and every girl he'd slept with when he was with the firm. He was always careful. But the one girl he wanted to stay with, the one girl he wanted to be with, the one girl he loved most in the entire world... was pregnant.

But was that necessarily a bad thing?

His eyes looked up through the window of the flower shop. She had changed out of her sleeping attire into a comfy pair of jeans and a peach long-sleeved shirt under her jacket. Max had let her hair out of her ponytail, letting her naturally wavy curls fall gracefully down her back. Her caramel-kissed chocolate locks framed her beautiful fair face, which now had some colour on it. Her hazel eyes were lit with happiness, as did her bright smile. Harvey couldn't see anyone more gorgeous than the woman he shared his life with. But he could imagine someone amounting to her beauty, or even overshadowing.

Her child.

Harvey could picture it completely. A little Harvey, or a mini Maxine, with their mother's hair delicately styled to match their father's. Or their father's deep brown eyes, but their mother's smile. Maybe a little bit both of their nose. Their father's will to always win and always succeed, but with their mother's grace and patience. Their mother's kindness, and humbleness. Their mother's mind; the intelligence it possesses, but to have a hint their father's cockiness when the time came down to it. They definitely need to have their father's confidence, but also their mother's confidence in people. Both of their parents passion. Both of their parents beauty. Both of their parents love. Their child, Maxine Harris' and Harvey Specter's child, would be a perfect mix of them both.

Harvey's new dream.

No, Max being pregnant was most definitely not a bad thing.

"Better than before," Harvey told the two men slowly.

Mike nodded, "Seems like you've come around to the idea."

Harvey shot Mike a look before turning his attention back to the girls.

"Why are they even in there? Seems odd to buy flowers in November."

"I have a feeling it might be something to do with Max's mom," Mike said as he crossed his arms.

"What makes you say that?"

"Well," the blond said as he leaned against the car, "Max is about to become a mother, therefore she is thinking about motherhood, which leads her to think about her own mother."

"Oh God," Harvey said, joining Mike and Ray against the car, "Max as a mom... and me? As a dad? Both of us, having a kid?"

"Could be a Harvey Junior?" Mike suggested.

"Could be a Little Max possibly," Harvey mumbled.

"Could be both," Ray chimed in.

Harvey's eyes popped out of his head.

The girls chose that specific moment to leave the flower shop, arriving just in front of the three gentleman standing beside the car. The second Max left the flower shop she felt the energy radiating off of the three men beside her. She felt them tense up when she stopped in front of them. With a raised eyebrow, Max turned to the brunette.

"You seem wound up," she said with a shrug.

"I'm not," Harvey said, pulling her close as he placed a soft kiss on her temple.

Odd, Max thought, Harvey isn't known for his PDA...

Rachel pulled Mike with her as she began walking away from the couple. Mike protested, but Rachel seemed keen on keeping Mike away from the other two individuals. With a wink from Rachel, Max smiled at her, moving away from her spot as she was pulling Harvey along with her. Ray quickly got into the driver's seat as she and Harvey settled into the back seat. Max quickly gave Ray an address before leaning her head on Harvey's shoulder.

"You planning on something?" Harvey asked her.

She just smirked.

"Just going to visit someone."

As the car pulled into the parking lot, Harvey knew what Max was planning. He looked to the side, noticing his sweet Max. She was seldom, and clearly emotional. Not necessarily crying, but Harvey could see his girl's slightly trembling lip. His hand slowly clasped onto hers, feeling the coldness in her fingers, which shocked Harvey. Max's hands were always very warm, to the point where she never needed gloves in winter. He took his other hand, grabbing both of hers and placing them together. Harvey noticed that whenever Max had cold hands was from her nervousness; her uncertainty, which Harvey knew Max did not need at that moment. Max only smiled as she looked out the window; God, she was so blessed to have a man like Harvey. Yes, he drove her crazy, and yes, sometimes she wanted to pull her hair out because of him. But he was perfect for her, and she knew that she was the best thing to ever happen to Harvey.

Which is why she brought him here.

She turned her head, looking into Harvey's chocolate eyes. With a small smile, she pulled her hand out of his, stroking his cheekbone with her thumb. Almost instantly, he leaned into her touch. Max always knew she had Harvey wound up in her finger, but she never knew the extent of it until that very moment. Harvey would follow her to the ends of the earth if she asked him too. They weren't often affectionate with each other in public, and yet here they were, sitting in the car. He was supporting her, just as she supported him in everything he did.

She really did love him just as much as he loved her.

He opened the door, getting out of the car slowly as Max got out of the other side. After shutting the doors in unison, Harvey walked around the car, walking side-by-side with Max, who was holding the bundle of flowers, as they walked through the rows of people. Although he supported her in every way, these types of places always gave him goosebumps. It was eery and creepy, and Harvey always heard ghost stories about this place.

Harvey really did hated cemeteries.

Max turned her head to see Harvey walking perfectly between the line of tombstone and the feet of the coffin, which she couldn't help but laugh at.

He shot her a look, "You're laughing at a cemetery?"

"I'm laughing at you," she said as she pulled him closer to her, wrapping her arm around his, "I'm sure the dead won't mind if you unintentionally step on them, Harvey. It's not like they're going to bite back."

"Sue me for watching too many zombie movies in my youth," he said as he was avoiding a tombstone that was sticking out farther than the rest. Max shrilled out in laughter again.

"Babe, you face the most scariest men to exist on a daily basis, and yet you're afraid of a little superstition?"

"It's not superstition," he said slowly walking, "it's more of respect for the dead."

She shook her head, "I will never get a straight answer from you, will I?"

"Only if you ask, babe," he said, placing a kiss on her temple.

Max would have responded if she hadn't noticed the tombstone in front of her. She came to a slow stop, causing Harvey to walk out in front of her a bit. He stopped in his tracks as well, turning to face the woman behind him. Her eyes were directed down in front of her, which Harvey followed suit. His eyes roamed over the intriguing tombstone engraved with several different flowers and lines. Max knelt in front of the tombstone, placing the bouquet of flowers at the base of the headstone. Her fingers trailed over the words carved into the rock.

Jocelyn Adeline Harris

June 6th 1963 – November 19th 2000

Loving Daughter, Mother, and Friend

"If life is not fair, then get off your fat ass and fix it."

"Hey Mom."

Max said as she sat on her heels, "I know, it's been a while. I kind of missed this," the brunette said as her hips shifted to the ground, "Us, talking. Or more specifically, I talk and you listen, because, you know, you're dead." Max brushed her hair out of her face as she sighed, "I've been good, Ma. You should see me now. I made partner, moved out of the shit-hole where I used to live..." she turned to Harvey, who was standing solemnly with his hands in his pockets. She softly smiled at him, and he smiled at her, before turning back to the tombstone.

"I fell in love too."

Harvey's heart stopped, not that Max noticed. She fell in love?

She loved him?

It was clear that she did through her actions, but she actually said that she fell in love.

"Harvey's great, Ma," she said unfazed, "Possibly the best boyfriend I've ever had. No, he is the best boyfriend I've ever had. He treats me right," Harvey could see that she clearly was in her own world, speaking to her mother directly, "I wish you would have met him. I feel that Harvey and I are right, Mom. Just like you and Dad."

Her eyebrows rose, "I almost forgot about Dad... We're good now. I can stay in the same room with him without trying to kill him, which is an odd feeling," Max stroked the stone in front of her, "He gave me the letter... and yes, I'm mad at you. Yeah, you had it coming though. But it's not like I don't see where you're coming from. I would have done the same."

The tears finally fell from her face, "I'm okay now, Ma. It doesn't hurt anymore, thinking about you. I feel good. I feel happy. I am happy."

She sighed, "I miss you everyday. I wish you could talk to me again, just to hear all the smart-ass remarks you have."

She kissed the tombstone, "I love you, Mom."

Max pulled herself up, noticing Harvey's hand assisting her. She placed her hand in Harvey's, and Harvey noticed instantly that Max's hands were warm. Harvey sighed in relief; Max was back in control. He wrapped his arm around her waist as she rested her head on his chest. She snuggled to him, feeling the comfort that was surrounding her.

"Come on," she said, pulling him away from where they were standing. Harvey stood in his place as he smiled at her.

"Give me a moment," he said to her.

With a raised eyebrow, she slowly started walking towards the car. As Max was halfway, she looked back to see Harvey in front of the tombstone, with his mouth moving. At first, she thought he was saying a prayer, but from where Max was standing, it looked like...

No way, she thought.

Harvey's talking to Mom?

Harvey stood in front of the headstone as his mind was running miles a minute.

"Hi, Miss Harris," Harvey said slowly.

After a soft pause, Harvey smiled softly, "I wish we would have met under better circumstances," he told the wind. He stood there, piercing his lips together. He sighed deeply; Harvey wasn't used to talking to the dead. He never liked funerals; nor did he like imagining that things that didn't exist, did in fact exist. But Max's mom was important to her, and Max was important to him.

"I promise to take care of her, Miss Harris," he felt like he was promising the mother of his sixteen year old date that he would have her home before ten, but he had to do it, "I promise to make her happy every day that I can. I promise to treasure her, so you don't have to worry about her anymore," he smiled at the tombstone, "I can give you a million reasons why. She's the only person to make me smile. She makes me feel happy. She makes me a better person. She's always there for me," he sighed, "I could keep giving you reason after reason, but truthfully..."

He smiled.

"I love her."

He knelt down in front of the rock, tracing the words engraved in it, "I promise to cherish her the way you would have wanted, and then some. I'll treat her better than a queen. I'll love her more than anyone else ever could... besides you, of course," he said, laughing. "I wished I had met you. Max says all these amazing things about you, and I miss them, even though I never got to see them myself."

He moved from his position, standing up straight. As he stood, he turned his head, noticing Max was watching him from her spot beside the car. He smiled at her before turning back to the woman in front of him.

"Max is going to be a great mom. I know this because you were a great mom for raising such a perfect daughter."

He began to walk away, "You would have been a great grandmother, too."

Harvey stuffed his hands in his coat pockets as he began making his way towards Max. She smiled at his form. She still didn't believe that this was the same man from whom she met almost six months ago. He used to be cocky, brash, and blatantly rude. But now Harvey was confident, cautious, and blatantly kind. He was so different, and yet he was still the same Harvey, only a kinder, better version of him.

He approached her slowly, with a small smile on his face. As she looked at him, the wind blew by, and Max noticed the soft snowflakes in the wind. Her face lit up with excitement, causing Harvey to mirror her smile. Their eyes connected as Harvey leaned in to give a deep kiss to Max. She held his face as his arm wrapped around her waist.

She pulled away, smiling, "What's with you lately? You're being very affectionate."

He shrugged as he looked at the setting sun, with the wind blowing snowflakes softly through the rays, "Just in the moment, I guess."

She squinted her eyes, "Harvey..."

"I'm serious, Max," he kissed her cheek, "just in the moment."

She shook her head, "You are affectionate, but never this much in public. Something's on your mind, babe."

He ran a finger over her forehead, pushing the hair behind her ear, "I care about you, Max, you should know that."

Max smiled, "Of course."

She gave him a chaste kiss on the lips before pulling out of his arms, "You are getting a little over protective though."

He walked to the other side of the car, "Making sure that you don't hurt yourself isn't being over protective, it's being prepared."

She rolled her eyes at him as she looked at him over the roof of the car.

"Come on Harvey, it's not like I'm pregnant."

She slid into the passenger seat, shutting the door.

And just like that, Harvey's dream shattered into saddened pieces.

Poor Harvey!

ON THE NEXT TAOP: It's beginning to look a lot like Christmas, especially at Max's house. But what happens when someone they all hate decides to crash the festivities? (And it's not Louis) Also, a character loses someone they love, and they end up turning up in the last place they would look

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xoxo N.