Apologies to everyone! I got totally lost in this chapter. It was really hard to speed it up. But hopefully we're getting somewhere. Thankyou to everyone who's reading and reviewing! xXx

Break the Silence By Atheniandream

Chapter 11

Pregnancy wasn't as bad as Donna thought it would be. Minus the constant toast smell; the only thing that she'd really suffered from was the distinct dislike towards any type of prawn. Sure, it made eating out in Manhattan slightly more difficult, you couldn't swing a dick without coming face to face with shellfish, having to avoid so many places where the offending shellfish was on the menu. However, with most of New York's Michelin star menus ready at your disposal and to be emailed to Pearson Hardman at any moment, it often made the choices slightly easier.

Getting Harvey to stay in was a bigger problem.

Donna was a person of simple and specific needs:

Shoes, (Manolo, Choo, and Louboutin)

One Nice Bubble Bath, (Contents: Crabtree and Evelyn Bath Soak)

Freshly ground Coffee,

And a Show.

Minus Theatre, as long as Donna had access to the other three things she was content. She often felt the need to relax a little after the hectic atmosphere of the firm, and between moving her things in, working a fifty hour week and keeping up with Harvey 24/7 it was nice to run a bath and take a quiet minute when no one was looking.

Harvey… was not like this.

His quiet minutes usually lasted about a half hour; two hours if he went for a run. But getting Harvey to relax was one of the most difficult things to accomplish. When he was sad, he often moped around his office, in a private thought accompanied by jazz greats. When he was happy? When he was happy he was annoying her; kissing her, or dragging her somewhere, (Bed, dinner, occasionally the theatre when he knew that he'd run her ragged over the week and she started to make that face) and after that if she wasn't tired before she was tired after.

Therefore most Sundays had become 'Stalemate Sundays'.

She felt a hand softly stroking the skin above her ribs. She closed her eyes tight and feigned a deep sleep; until the hand crept lower and its fingers touched on a soft cold patch on her thigh, making her face twitch.

"I know you're awake Donna. I thought you were an actress?" He said, poking at her ribs.

"I'm naked. Clothes make it easier and the audience aren't usually touching me." She replied, eyes still firmly shut.

"It's Sunday." Harvey, noted.

"Exactly." She said, snuggling deeper under the cover and away from his hands.

"It's 10:15."

"Perfect." She said, stifling a yawn.

"Donna?"

"No Harvey."

"Wait, you don't know what I was going to ask!" He remarked, far too loud for her ears.

"Yes I do. If it has anything to do with me getting up then it's a firm 'No'."

"You're really not a Morning person are you?"

"No… I'm a tired pregnant person." She said, snuggling ever further into her pillow.

He huffed in reply until he thought better of it and his hands returned. On her hip this time; she felt his body graze against hers. Bastard…

"Plying me with sex won't work." She threw at him. He didn't stop.

"But I'm so good at it." His voice fell just left of her ear as she retreated even further.

"Go away. Go for a run."

"I already have. You're the one sleeping in like a teenager."

That brought her awake; she turned in the bed pushing him gently by the chest to give her some space. "Have you completely forgotten that I am making people in here?" She said, gesturing to the rounded bump.

"People?" His eyebrows hit the roof and she rolled her eyes.

"Person." She corrected. "Harvey?"

"Yes Donna."

"I'm exhausted. It's a Sunday; and if I was fully in control of my energy levels I would climb you like a tree."

"Creative,"

"But I'm not. I'm four months pregnant and working full time and your baby is draining me. So please…just let me sleep. Go play with Mike."

"I can't…" He said. She eyed him curiously until he gave it up. "I think Mike is 'playing' with Rachel."

"You went over there again didn't you?"

"He didn't answer the door."

"He's learning; smart boy." She said, turning away from him.

A relished moment of silence hit the air as she lay back down, closed her eyes and ignored the incredulous expression on his face.

She could hear him thinking; even without him touching her and her eyes shut.

"What?" She mumbled, snuggling deeper into the duvet.

"I want more kids." He said matter-of-factly.

Everything he said these days became less and less of a shock. They had literally become her worst clichéd nightmare. Thank god she wasn't on the outside watching it all.

"Let's just work through this one and then we'll negotiate." She said, her arm blindly seeking his behind her as she patted him.

"Deal,"

"Now either snuggle in or talk no more. Baby needs the zees."

"You're not a gangster, Donna."

"And you're not usually a constant pain in my ass. It's a Sunday. Shoo."

He knew when to give up entirely with her. Or, he was learning.

A half an hour later she got bored and cornered him in the kitchen.

In the bath he watched her pile soap bubbles onto her steadily pronouncing bump as she lay opposite him.

"Have you thought of any names yet?" She asked, washing her hands off in the water around her.

"No… I think you're better at that than I am." He said, idly glancing at the Sunday paper next to him.

"What, because I'm a woman? Hello no. I still wanna name him 'Thor'. Or her…Thora…"

"Please…no. And no Marvel names."

"Fine; no Star Trek names."

"What about James?" He said, outright look of disbelief on his face as if she'd broken a virtue.

"Star Trek! Were you not listening?"

"You can't include those kinds of names… although firm no to 'Leonard'" He said, making a face.

"Why not? That's a 'Harvey' kind of name." She argued.

"Exactly. Take it from a guy who had to dodge 'Reginald' for their entire childhood."

"Oh, I don't know, there's a slightly 'Oliver Twist' edge to a name like Reginald."

"Not with a New York accent there's not."

"Good point. Firm no it is. What about Amelia; for a girl?" She asked.

"It's a little feminist, don't you think?"

"No it's not! It's a pretty name; the feminism was all in the Earhart. What about Anna?"

"That's…nice. Annabelle?" He offered.

"Nicer. You're remarkably good at this." She said, flicking water at him.

"Hey! I'm good at a lot of things." He said twitching his toes as they floated on either side of her bump.

"Being modest is not one of them." She remarked.

"I leave that to you, darling." He said, the arrogance dripping in his words.

She threw a glob of foam his way. "We're not in the fifties Specter. Leave darling for the moron women."

"Whatever you say…Dear." He said, eyebrow raised. He was a little deliberate pain in the ass when he wanted to be.

"Just because I'm twice my normal size, and less than three times as fast doesn't mean you can poke the bear and not expect to get any."

"Oh, I always expect get some. Grace?" He said, changing the subject.

"Hmm, okay. Girls are clearly easier to think up."

"You're wishing you'd asked what sex it was now aren't you?"

"No…" She couldn't dodge the look of disbelief on his face as he looked sharply at her, waiting for her to break. "Fine, yes… I actually thought about paying for another scan just so that I knew."

"We could just call them?"

"But I want it to be a surprise!"

"This pregnancy is turning you into an airhead." He rolled his eyes, glancing back at the paper once more.

"No, I'm pretty sure I'm delirious because my 'boyfriend slash Boss slash father of my child' won't leave me alone for five minutes to sleep on Sunday. Therefore I'm sleep-deprived and unfocused."

"We really need to shorten that title." He mused. The casual tone wasn't lost on her.

The fact that they could talk about things like this now was a miracle. Since the baby had appeared into their lives they'd finally welcomed any other curveballs that had come their way. Two years ago, Harvey would have been on the warpath and Donna would have been issuing damage control for such things. They really were growing up...for two already grown up people.

"Yeah… Boyfriend?" She offered.

"We're not twenty five anymore."

"Are you proposing to me in the bath?" She asked.

"When you say it like that, it doesn't seem like the greatest idea." He sat back, picking up the newspaper once more.

"Well, now you've ruined it." She grumbled, picking up a flannel.

"Do you…want to get married?" He looked at her over the newspaper; his interest piqued.

"Like this? Of course not, it would be a shot-gun wedding! And I'd have to pick out a Pregnancy Wedding dress which would be a horrific waste of Vera Wang."

"So that's a definite no?" He asked.

"Harvey…let's wait. Wait until the baby's older."

"You sure? What about your parents?"

"They'll be fine. They're excited that I'm finally making people." Said, rubbing her bump absent minded.

Something suddenly occurred to her. "You didn't buy a ring did you?" She asked, eyes narrowing.

"…No…?"

"Don't lie to me Harvey." She demanded; clearly not convinced by his game face.

"Does it matter?"

"Show me the ring." She said, her eyes steely.

"No; if we're not doing it, then you don't get to see it."

"Are you bribing me?"

She watched Harvey; a slight grind of his teeth as he weighed up his answer. "Terms?"

"No Wedding until the baby is at least 3 months old. That means that someone can look after him/her at the wedding and by then I won't be fat."

"No fruit cake." He said, scrunching his face.

"No white. This is not some virgin bride."

"I won't be able to take a holiday." He clarified.

"Neither of us will. The baby won't be able to travel."

"Deal?"

She measured his eyes for a sec, before nudging him with her leg. "Deal."

"Well, I think that's settled…" he said, getting out of the bath.

She watched him casually wrapping a towel around his waist. "Hey lady, what you staring at?" He called to her as he swaggered out the bathroom.

"The half-naked man in the bathroom. It's a free country!"

She could hear him smiling down the hall.

About fifteen minutes later she got out of the bath, wrapped in Harvey's dressing down. She heard him calling her from the bedroom. As she followed slowly rubbing at her hair with a towel; she entered the bedroom to find that he wasn't anywhere to be seen. She noted that the doors were open; the cool breeze flooding into the warm bedroom. She hugged the gown tighter around herself, stepping out on to the balcony.

She should have known. He was kneeling; red petals scattered on the floor; holding a black and silver box. She smiled as she shuffled out further; the quickly darkening sky highlighting the city lights surrounding them.

"Donna Paulsen, Mother of my child, will you marry me…at some point?" He asked.

It was his completely deadpan face that made her chuckle.

"Yes Harvey Specter; man who knocked me up out of wedlock; I will marry you…at some point." She laughed. They were so domestic that it was embarrassing. "Harry Winston, huh?" She asked as he pulled out the ring; a beautiful solitaire floating on a small gold ring and a band of set diamonds.

"You like?" He asked, as he slipped the ring on her finger and she watched it sparkle even in the dim lights.

Suddenly she was overcome by a moment of silence. Everything in her life was suddenly getting very real.

"Well, it's a good thing we're not getting married for a while." She mumbled.

"Why?" he asked, frowning at her suddenly retreating.

"Because….then I get to wear it…forever." She said; her voice suddenly thick with emotion.

"If you still want to look around then we can?" He said; eyes wide at her face as she started to cry.

"No…it's really…" She tried to say as the tears came running out of her.

"Donna, what's wrong?" He said, arms finding her shoulders as she stifled a sob.

"It's really beautiful, I just…I just.." She said, struggling for words.

"Hormones?" He asked, a pitiful smile forming on his lips. This was a woman who never cried, and somehow nowadays was unable to stop.

All she did was nod; too busy with the flood overwhelming her body.

"Well, you got to 4 months without them. You did pretty good." He said, trying to placate her as he rubbed her shoulders.

She cried even more, half-heartedly raising her victory hand to the air. "…Yay…"

It was not the engagement she'd dreamt of.

Pregnant.

Wearing a Bathrobe.

Crying.

2 months later, someone had to tell her. Harvey and Mike jointly elected Rachel.

Rachel appeared at her desk.

"Hey hotcakes, how ya doing?" Donna said, looking up from her desk.

"Hey lovely; fancy some lunch?" Rachel asked, peering into her cubicle.

"God, I'd love to but I really need to get about a ton of photocopying done before Harvey gets back." She replied with a dim smile.

"Do it after. He won't mind."

"Really? You've met Harvey before, right?" She queried, an eyebrow rising.

"Come on, come to Lunch, my treat. Anywhere you like." Rachel pleaded; making the face that she knew Donna wouldn't be able to resist.

"Why do I feel like you're bribing me?" She asked, looking suspiciously up at the complacent face of her Paralegal friend with more than just an edge in her voice.

"No bribe, just….hungry. Aren't you?"

"UGH. You know your audience."

She slowly sat back, then bent down to pick up her bag, before emerging and following Rachel to the elevator.

Was it just her or was everyone staring?

She'd noticed it the other day, but was too busy to question it with a high profile client up against man slaughter charges and a week of chaos.

She elected to go to BLT, which was close to work but she still wanted to take a cab. Her shoes were beginning to hurt her constantly. She even took to wearing flats under the desk when no one was looking. It was sacrilege but it got to the point where she didn't even give a damn.

"So, how's the baby?" Rachel asked as the waiter left their table.

"Killing me from the inside out. I swear; everything I love he hates. Cheetos; Ice cream; Twizzlers; a bacon Sandwich. If it's not a vegetable then I end up having to throw it out. Which is a crime against all food. The baby's a criminal."

"Something tells me the baby is more health conscious than you," Her friend offered.

"Yeah, at my expense… but it's okay."

"Listen; Donna, there is a reason that I brought you to lunch today;" She said, getting straight to the point.

"Is it about you and Mike? Because I've had enough of his little boy attitude to last me a lifetime,"

"No, no; it's not about Mike."

"Or Harvey; he's not exactly in the best of moods at the moment,"

"Yeah, listen," Rachel started; but was interrupted once more.

"And for that matter; Louis seems to be getting nicer? It's like the world is turning upside down,"

"Donna!" She suddenly shouted. The entire restaurant nearly looked around at them.

"What? What is it?" Donna asked; eyes wide and clearly noticing the thirty or so people double checking them.

"Donna; It's time." Rachel said.

"Time for what?" She asked, puzzled.

"You need to think about… taking time off now and preparing,"

"No I don't want to do that just-"

"Look, we can't hide you being pregnant anymore! It's just too obvious. You're REALLY pregnant. I think Jessica suspects something." Rachel said, an apologetic smile on her face.

"How?" Donna asked, still oblivious.

The moment Rachel pointed to the bump; she knew it needed no explanation.

"Wait a sec, why isn't Harvey here telling me this?" Donna asked; agitation hitting her voice.

"He doesn't want to hurt your feelings, or make you cry; which he said he's done a lot lately. Donna, sweetie, you're a mess and it's a miracle that Jessica hasn't come down on Harvey about it."

"Don't protect him. He's a pussy."

"No, he just loves you. Which is pretty impressive considering its HARVEY we're talking about. The only things he loved before you were sex, cars and money."

"And his Dad."

"And his Dad. But that was it. And he came to me, because he couldn't tell you; and Mike…"

"Wimped out?" Donna offered, taking a large swig of her water.

"Wimped out. But, in their defence…you've been kind of edgy."

"Really?" She asked. The idea that she hadn't noticed and that no one had told her immediately pissed her off. Maybe Rachel was right. But she couldn't shout at Rachel, she was adorable. She supposed it was a gift that she had. "Okay."

"Okay?"

"Wait, am I just going to leave, or is Harvey going to tell Jessica?" Donna asked, eyes looking for the waiter.

"We're not sure. We don't think it's great if you go in there; you may cry, and we all know how Jessica hates people who cry. Under any other circumstance you'd be first call; but you're not acting like yourself at the moment,"

Rachel saw Donna frown immediately. "No, Sweetie; you're adorable…you're just…not up to your usual self, when it's needed. I watched you shout at the mail guy the other day; and then right after you cried at Harvey when he accused you of sending paperwork out late."

"Ugh…maybe you're right. I am tired. But I LOVE my job." Donna whined.

"And it will be back here waiting or you after you've had the baby. But for now…"

"What the hell am I gonna do at home? None of you are there! Harvey's at work; Mike will be at work; you'll be at work. What? You think I'm just gonna go to Cortland for 3 months?"

"We'll sort it out, Donna. But you are not fit for work; you know that. Just…take a few weeks off; see how it goes, and then decide. May I remind you, that Harvey is not happy that you won't be there; but, he's aware that he is the one who knocked you up; so he is taking full responsibility. "

"He's such a Jackass. He is responsible." Donna grumbled.

"Yeah, he is. But you love him, so."

"Dammit. You're good at his. Can you come work for me? At home? Just…be there, to entertain me all day?" She asked.

"No. I love you too much to ever want to be in a position where I may come to hate you."

"Okay. Fair point. Am I like…babyzilla?"

"No. You're just…"

"Hormones?" She asked. It was becoming a theme.

"Hormones." Rachel agreed.

"Let's order; I'm starving."

After calling Cameron, Donna went home early and lingered on the couch. It was a better spot to corner him from.

She heard the door slam and footsteps make their way down the hall.

He halted when he saw her poised on the sofa.

"Hey. You didn't tell me you were going to leave suddenly? The blonde kid was wandering around your cubicle."

"Why couldn't you have just told me?" She fired; watching his every move.

"What?" He said. For a second she believed the puzzled look in his eyes until she remembered that he was a lawyer.

"Rachel? I would have preferred it from you."

He sat down on the sofa, maintaining his mystique. Sometimes he was unfathomable.

"I didn't want to upset you. You've been…fragile these past few months." He replied gently.

"I gathered."

"I'm sorry." He said, eyes knowing.

"It's okay; I'm just shocked that I didn't even notice." She replied, exasperated at the fact.

"You're a little devil when you want to be." He nudged her shoulder.

"It's the red hair."

"I gathered."

His hand found hers; eliciting a small smile. "What am I going to do? In Eleven years I've had…maybe thirty days off. And I'm going to be stuck here on my own for at least 3 months. Harvey, I don't have enough hobbies for that." She argued. She was literally terrified at being left in the house alone. So much for being an independant woman...

"Well…what about…making the baby's room? And I'm sure there is pregnancy yoga; and seeing your family properly for the first time in years. There's a ton to do. And…I expect you to make an appearance at work; if not to rile the kid then to at least scare Cameron. And at the very least, to come and see me,"

"Maybe you're right. But you forget…I'm as much of a workaholic as you are,"

"I know." He said, rubbing her thigh.

"Damn you and your superior sperm." She said, hiding her smile behind a swat to his shoulder.

"Well, someone's gotta build the empire,"

"Are you suffering from Megalomania?" She joked.

"Shut up." He replied; huffing as he sunk further into the sofa, right next to her so she was almost overlapping her shoulder on his. "You know, I realised something today."

"Yeah?"

"I really do love you."

"Just today?" She joked, eyes guarded.

"No, Really…today. And I'm going to miss you…not being at work."

For two people you oozed organised relationships it was about as romantic as they would ever get.

"Stop, you'll make me cry."

Okay! Phew...hopefully more coming soon.