A\N:Another Suits multi-chapter story.
Title: Their lives in Seattle.
Summary: Mike and Rachel begin their married life in Seattle.
Harvey and Donna begin their married life in Seattle.
Characters: Mike, Rachel, Harvey, Donna.
Pairings: Mike/Rachel, Harvey/Donna.
POVs: Third person.
Chapter count: 4.
The plane ride to their new city descends, hitting turbulence, causing Mike Ross to tighten his grip on his wife's hand, a whimper escaping his mouth.
"It's okay, just breathe, pretty boy." His wife, Rachel Zane, says softly, rubbing her fingers over his knuckles, Mike gives his wife a grateful smile, ever since they sat down on the plane, Rachel has been doing her best to keep him calm, seeing as he's never flown before, not after the car accident that killed his parents when he was 11. "Have I told you how much I love you today?" Mike asks, brushing a lock of brown hair from her eyes . Rachel giggles as she puts her head on his shoulder. "Only about every hour that we've been on the plane, but I won't object to hearing it again." Mike chuckles and kisses her temple, closing his eyes as they hit the runway. They both look out the window at their new home.
"Welcome home, Mrs Zane-Ross." Mike says softly, kissing her temple once more.
Mike unlocks the door to their new condo, letting it swing open before scooping his wife into his arms, smiling when she squeals in surprise.
"Mike, what are you doing?" She asks as Mike carries her into the apartment. Mike rolls his eyes. "I'm carrying you over the threshold." Mike says nonchalantly. Rachel giggles as memories of Mike scoping her up on their wedding night and carrying her into their suite at The Plaza, the one her parents had paid for, and laying her on the bed flashes through her mind.
"You did this on our wedding night, you don't need to do this again." Rachel says, smiling. Mike doesn't answer as he puts her down, pulling her into his arms the second he does, resting his hands on her hips.
Mike and Rachel hold each other as they digest that they're really in Seattle.
"I love you, Rachel Zane-Ross." Mike says, filling up the silence. Rachel looks at him.
"I love you too, Mike." She says, kissing his lips slowly.
"Do you want a tour?" Mike says softly, pulling away from his wife. "I would love a tour." She says, taking his hand as he leads her through the big condo.
Their condo has two master bedrooms with two attached bathrooms and walk-in closets, three guest bedrooms, two offices, a living room with the kitchen attached to it and glass windows throughout the apartment.
"All we need now to make this officially our home is our furniture." Rachel says as they both look out of the windows at the view of their new home, Mike chuckles.
"Yeah, about that," he begins, rubbing the back of his neck. He cowers underneath his wifes stare. "the moving company texted me when the flight landed and our stuff won't be here until Friday." Mike says, Rachel chuckles.
"Well I guess we're roughing it up until then, lucky for us we've had practice." Rachel says as a matter of fact.
"Yeah we have, luckily we don't have to be at work for another two weeks so it's plenty of time for us to get everything in order." Mike gives his wife a look before his eyes travel to the big fireplace in the wall underneath the plasma TV.
"What are you thinking about?" Rachel asks, Mike chuckles.
"I'm thinking we do what we did when we first moved into our New York apartment." Mike begins, letting Rachel finish his idea.
"You mean we recreate our first date we had in the Law library where we ate sushi before Harvey came in and told us to stop playing footsie? She asks, laughing as her brown eyes light up. Mike nods, his mind remembering that night all those years ago.
"We can run out, get a fluffy blanket, a few candles, a bottle of wine and sushi then come back here, light the fire before eating sushi and drinking wine and then finishing the night wrapped up in each other's arms in front of the fire." Mike says, moving a lock of hair that's come undone from her ponytail. Rachel locks her arms around his neck and kisses the underside of his jaw.
"You make it sound more romantic than it actually was." She comments.
"That's because tonight will be." Mike says before he gets his wallet from his duffel bag and leads Rachel out of their empty condo and into the street where their car and driver are waiting.
"Where to, Mr Ross, Mrs Zane-Ross?" Their driver, Stefan, asks as he opens the car door for them. "The nearest home decor store then to the wine and a sushi place please." Mike says as he helps Rachel into the car before getting into the car himself and closing the door.
Mike lays the big double white blanket on the hardwood floor, lighting the candles and dishing out the sushi onto the glass plates they found. "Mike?" He hears his wife call from the kitchen five feet away from the living room. Mike turns around and sees his wife carrying crystal glasses, one of the wedding presents from Harvey, to him. "I thought these were in the boxes?" He asks as he takes a crystal glass in his hand. Rachel chuckles. "You didn't think I'd seriously let the movers handle these babies, did you?" She asks rhetorically. Mike shakes his head and sits down on the blanket, grabbing his phone and snapping a picture of Rachel staring at the crackling fire before posting it on Facebook and Instagram.
MikeRoss: First night in Seattle eating sushi and drinking wine in front of the fire with this gorgeous woman. Love you @RachelZaneRoss, thanks for moving across the country with me. XXX
"This has been the perfect first night in our new home, thank you Mr Ross." Rachel says, leaning against Mike who in turn wraps an arm around her shoulder.
"You're welcome, Mrs Zane-Ross." Mike kisses her hair as they sit and watch the fire crackling together, commemorating their first night in Seattle.
Rachel snaps a few pictures of their empty plates and wine glasses.
RachelZaneRoss: First night down, forever to go, @MikeRoss XXX.
"Welcome home." Mike says as they lie on the blankets in front of the low embers of the fire.
"Welcome home." Rachel repeats as she puts her head on his naked shoulder.
"What do we do tomorrow?" Rachel asks, hearing Mike's heart beating in her ear.
"Tomorrow we start our forever in Seattle together." Her husband says sleepily as he falls asleep, Rachel not far behind, both landing dreams concerning their forever in Seattle.