A/N - Last year, I think, I posted my take on what a reunion might be between Harvey and Lily. However, I think the Suits writers handled it much better. This version of what could have taken place after his reconciliation is the crux of this fiction. R &R. Thank you for all my followers and the ones that have favored me. Shout out to Crazy Cas (Caroline). I appreciate it. - Carebearmaxi

Donna Meets Lily

Chapter 2 – Confronting Harvey

Harvey drove his "parents" home or back to their hotel. He still was not comfortable with inviting his mother and Bobby to stay at his place during the visit. However, he did insist on paying their bill and had Donna make the best most expensive accommodations for them. Harvey figured he could do that much for them especially his mother has he tried to work through the still latent resentment for her affair with Bobby during his father's lifetime and Harvey's regrettable role in the subterfuge.

Donna had not been lacking in her efforts at Harvey's instructions. She never disappointed him. Therefore, when he pulled up in front of the Ace Hotel in the heart of New York City, he was not surprised to be told that there was a small art gallery off the side of the hotel to which Lily planned to visit next day. That's Donna all right. Always knowing what would please my guests most of all.

"Well, I guess I won't be seeing you until tomorrow night?" Harvey said. He wanted to spend as much time as he could with his mother but realizing he had to include Bobby as well. With the knowledge that Bobby was considered "grandpa" to his brother's children, Harvey thought he had better make an effort with him as well. It seemed that his mother really loved Bobby, and Harvey was pretty sure that his mother had realized what fidelity meant just in time on her second attempt at matrimony.

"At the hockey game, yes," Bobby piped in. "You'll be surprised how big a fan your mother has become."

"So I've been told," Harvey said smiling. "I'm looking forward to it. I haven't attended an NHL game in a long time. It just happened that the Bruins were in town. Just thank Donna when you see her. She arranged for the tickets."

"She's very lovely, Harvey. You've known her for a very long time. I can see why you think she is very special, "stated Lily. She stopped herself before she said "why you're in love with her."

Harvey, for no real reason, found it difficult to discuss one woman with the other at the moment. All evening he had surreptitiously examined his mother while she pumped Donna for information. Only once did Donna give Harvey a look as a cry for help in knowing what to say and what not to say.

"Will Donna be accompanying us to the hockey game?" Bobby inquired.

"No, she teaches a weekly Yoga class around that time. However, she is a big hockey fan. She spent much of her teenage years in Connecticut.

"She told me she had been an aspiring actress when she decided she wanted to work for you," Lily interjected being surprised at how diverse Donna's interests were.

"You really did have a good talk with her, didn't you?" Harvey asked surprised himself how much Donna shared of her past. He supposed it was to protect their own relationship status. What was their status? He could detect a couple of questioning looks from his mother when the conversations went quiet.

Harvey parked and accompanied his parents into the hotel.

"Good night, Harvey, honey. I had a very nice time tonight," Lilly said as she reached for a hug from her son.

"I did, too, mom." Harvey said quietly hugging his mom.

"Thank you, Harvey. See you tomorrow night," Bobby said shaking Harvey's hand.

"Yeah, me, too. Well, goodnight," Harvey said again and left them in the lobby.

Harvey walked out of the lobby and looked back and thought again that it had been a nice evening and it was even nicer because Donna had been there. He regretted sending her home via Ray, but he felt obligated to drive Lilly and Bobby back to their hotel. Harvey took out his phone and sat in his car.

"Hey, you still up?"

"I just got back. Do you want to come over?"

"Sure. Is it ok?"

"Since when have you had to ask me?"

"Thanks, Donna. I'll be there in about 15 mins. By the way nice going with the accommodations, Mom and Bobby were really impressed. Can't wait to see my credit card bill."

"What can I say? I'm awesome." Donna said. "See you in a few"

The anticipated knock came and Donna answered the door.

"Come on in," Donna said gesturing with her hand.

"Would you like a nightcap?" Donna asked gesturing for Harvey to sit on the couch. "I was just having one more glass of wine before I headed off to bed."

"No, I'm fine," Harvey said sitting on Donna's plush couch. He had removed his tie and unbuttoned his shirt. He opened his jacket before he sat.

"I'm guess you are dying to find out what your mother and I talked of all evening and wondering if it concerned you and how. Am I right?" Donna said taking a seat next to him and retrieving her wineglass she had placed on the table when she went to answer the door.

"No and yes. I really wanted to know what you thought of her," Harvey asked. Regretting now why he had come here so late and bothering Donna. They could have talked about it off and on in the office tomorrow. Maybe not. Harvey did not like to discuss anything personal in the office unless it was very late and he had been pushed into it by you-know-who.

"Well, she seemed like a lovely person. I guess I had been picturing someone like the wicked stepmother in Snow White. You know, all green eyes of envy and ruby red lips and just really evil looking. You can't imagine the picture I had built of her in my mind before tonight. Now I know where you get your looks. You resemble your dad, but have more of your mother's looks."

"Ok, you can stop now…" Harvey protested. "I can tell you one thing. She really liked you and so did Bobby. I told him you were a big hockey fan."

"I'm sure that impressed him," Donna retorted sarcastically. "Lots of women are hockey fans and you know some even play it."

"Ha, ha," Harvey responded with the same note of sarcasm

"What did you tell him when you told him I wasn't coming tomorrow night?"

"I told him that you were teaching your weekly Yoga class."

"Great way to stretch the truth there, Harvey. I'm subbing tomorrow night and it isn't my class. However, I thought you and your family needed some time by yourselves without me hanging around as a shield."

"Is that why you turned down my invitation? You thought I wanted a shield?"

"Then why did you ask me?" Donna asked chuckling a little.

"I don't know. I guess I was pleased that we all had something in common."

After a few minutes pause where they both sat back against the couch and Harvey just stared into space in front of him, Donna shifted.

"You know, Harvey, you came here because your mom thinks our relationship is more than just friends and coworkers. I could tell every time she looked at me and then her eyes would sweep over to you."

"I got the feeling she was waiting for a big announcement."

"Maybe it's just wishful thinking that since Marcus is married with children that it's about time you were, too"

Harvey jumped up from his seat and stared down at Donna. "What!"

"Harvey! Honestly, do you think it has never crossed your mother's mind that you might marry like Marcus and produce little Specters of your own?"

"No, it hasn't! That's not who I am. I'm not the marrying type."

"You don't know that. You avoid emotional commitment because of believing you were like your mother and not capable of being faithful. Now you're older and grownup and, now, you have reconciled with your mom and know that underneath she still loved you. That she grew out of that need of being unfaithful. She admitted her mistakes. She forgave herself. She forgave you for avoiding your family all these years…"

"Well, she was to blame!" Harvey interjected.

"Harvey, calm down. I am not the enemy here. I am just trying to analyze what you really want to know."

"What is it that you think I really want to know?" Harvey said looking down at Donna who had now come to a standing position when Harvey started to lose his composure.

"That it is time to forgive yourself."