Thanks to everyone for their lovely reviews of my last chapter. Really sorry for keeping you all waiting! I'll let you into a secret … I started this story with no idea how to finish it and I keep getting stuck. I was so excited to write the beginning, but didn't think of where to go afterwards.

I hope that didn't show until now, lol! :D

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THE BEST PART OF ME

CHAPTER 18 – He's Back (again)

Harvey's eyes fluttered open at the noise. It sounded like he was sleeping next to a lawnmower. How was it possible that something so beautiful could make such a horrendous sound? He carefully twisted around and squinted at his clock. 5.47am. 'Sigh'. Not as bad as yesterday's cock-a-doodle wake-up call, thank goodness, but he still wanted more sleep. He was so not a morning person!

He jostled with his pillow, wrapping it around his head as he tried to muffle the sounds which were assaulting his eardrums. He knew it was because she was lying on her back. She shouldn't be lying on her back anyway – Dr. Walker had told her it was the worst possible position for both her and the baby.

She rolled over and kneed him in the groin, making him yelp.

"Get over to your own side!" she demanded, her eyes tight shut and her voice groggy with sleep.

He was already on his own side. In fact, half of his ass was hanging precariously off the side of the bed, chilly because she'd also stolen more than her fair share of the duvet.

"You were snoring. Please stop snoring." His pleas sounded pathetic, but he just wanted to sleep a little longer.

"I don't snore. Donna is perfection. Always."

"You sounded like a chainsaw."

"Fuck off."

"And my ass is freezing cold because you've taken all the covers. Seriously, look where you are in the bed …" He realised he sounded pissed off. She tutted and threw a chunk of duvet his way.

"Sorry." She turned over huffily, but groaned as her muscles reacted to the position she'd spent all night lying in.

"You okay?" He instinctively put his arm around her. It wasn't the first time this had happened. She was 26 weeks pregnant now and he knew she was starting to feel uncomfortable – especially at night.

"Yeah, it's just … Oh my god!"

"What?!" He raised his voice sharply, starting to feel concerned.

She moved onto her back again and raised herself up slightly, her red hair covering the stack of white cotton pillows that had also mysteriously gravitated to 'her side' of the bed. "Here, see if you can feel this time." She grabbed his hand and placed it to the left side of her belly.

He felt nothing.

It wasn't the first time she'd tried to get him to feel the baby move. Over the past few weeks, it was probably around the fiftieth. Each time he had tried to answer her request, but had been forced to reply with a resounding negative. Either that, or she had announced the baby had stopped moving. So, not expecting much – again – he snuggled in next to her and waited patiently for nothing.

But then he felt it. A slow push from under her skin which tapped into his hand as if to say, 'Hi Dad'.

"Oh my fucking god that was awesome!" he screeched in delight, his eyes glazing over under the soft morning light of his bedroom.

She giggled. "Keep your hand there."

He cuddled further into her as he felt it again. And again. Each time, stronger than the last. Each time taking his breath away as he revelled in the miracle … a miracle? Yes, although he wasn't even a tiny bit religious, this was surely the definition of a miracle. Lying in bed with the woman he loved. The woman who was carrying his baby inside her body. How was he so goddamn lucky all of a sudden?

"I think she's stopped now," whispered Donna into his ear.

He didn't move. He kept his hands on the firm mound of her abdomen, gently stroking the area to the left of her belly button where their baby had been kicking. "I love you."

"I love you too, Harvey."

"No, you don't understand. I mean I 'really' love you."

Donna giggled again. "And I 'really' love you too, Harvey."

"Let's sell that condo downstairs. There's no point in you being there when you're always here."

Donna turned around to face him, shifting awkwardly again as her strained muscles followed the movement of her bones. "Are you asking me to move in with you?"

"Uhm … yes?"

"Harvey, seriously, I've only been living downstairs for three weeks. Think of the moving fees and realtor fees you've incurred already."

"I don't give a shit about that." He wrapped his arm around her shoulders, pulling her closer to him. "Downstairs is too far away. I want you here all the time."

"I suppose I have been here a lot of the time." It was true. For the past six weeks they had been inseparable, spending all day together at work as well as lunchtimes together and most evenings together. Donna had spent the night in his condo more often than she'd been at her own place.

"I want you here permanently."

"You'd have to clear out your junk in the spare room."

"Why? You'd be sleeping here with me, wouldn't you?"

"And where would our daughter go?"

"Oh, right, yes. Shit, no more spare room …"

Donna giggled at him again. "Harvey, please tell me it hasn't only just dawned on you that your man-cave will have to go. Even with living arrangements the way they are right now, the baby would be spending some time with you and would need somewhere to sleep." She could see the outline of his pout against the skyline view of the city from the bedroom window.

"Yeah, I knew that."

"Harvey, I'm Donna."

He grimaced. She always knew. "Okay, okay, you got me."

She batted his shoulder playfully. "I think you should think about this some more. You do know what this would entail don't you?"

He traced circles on her upper arm with one hand as the other gripped around her waist as they lay in bed together. "Uhm … like what?" He sounded scared, but she figured it was a 'comedy scared' more than an 'actually scared'.

"Well, your manly bachelor pad would be invaded by colour, perfume, and handbags for one. It would be annihilated by a dirty bomb of Donna-ness."

"Shit."

"Then there would be your loss of wardrobe space. Your loss of bookshelf and DVD space … uhm the replacement of your weird art for my nice pretty art. The replacement of your weird man furnishings for my nice feminine furnishings. All the black leather would have to go too. Then, just as you've gotten used to all of that, there will suddenly be pink everywhere. Prams, swings, play mats, toys, dolls, blankets, teeny-tiny dresses … and not just in the spare room. This stuff is going to be everywhere in almost three months."

"You're not selling this to me very well."

"I think it's fair I let you know what you'd be getting yourself into."

Harvey grinned. "I know what I want." He placed a kiss on her forehead and gave her waist a squeeze.

Donna sighed and struggled free from his grasp, her tone turning more serious. "I know you do, Harvey, and I'm pleased, really I am … I just …" She sat up in the bed, forcing him to sit up too. "I don't think you appreciate how much your life would change."

"I do know and I've wanted my life to change for a long time now." He leant in towards her, brushing her hair from her face and he took her hand in his hand, lacing their fingers together and then gripping tightly. "My life has already changed and there's no going back, only forward. I've never been more happy or more certain about anything. Please, move in with me. I don't want you and the baby to live somewhere else, even if it is just downstairs."

She nodded as she did her best to read his facial expressions. She was certain he was certain. She was less certain he completely understood what being certain about this meant, but she'd promised herself months ago that she had to have faith in him. He had tried so hard to make things work and he had won. He could do this. He could be the man she needed him to be. "Okay, then. I'll move in with you."

"You mean it?" he said letting out a small laugh.

"I always mean what I say. But … well bear in mind we might need a bigger place."

"For more babies?"

"What?" she exclaimed, her eyes wide with astonishment of his eagerness. Who the hell had stolen Harvey Specter and replaced him with a doting Mr. Perfect? "Jesus Harvey, let's see if we can manage baby number one first."

"We're going to be awesome. How could we not? But what's wrong with this place?"

"Because it's a flash bachelor's condo. It's not a family home."

"We're a 'family' then?" he said with a devilish grin tweaking the corners of his mouth. "Now, look who's jumping the gun?"

"We're definitely a family, Harvey," she said enthusiastically. "We were a family the second we made our baby."

"Oh and that was a fabulous second, wasn't it?"

She batted his arm again. "Seriously?"

"I'm totally serious. We need to do that again."

"We do 'that' most nights, Harvey," she said with a chuckle.

"Not in my office we don't."

Donna raised her eyebrows at him. "Sex on your trophy shelf in my condition? The logistics of doing that again are null and void at least until junior makes her appearance. Not that I'm agreeing to doing 'that' again, mind you. We were lucky nobody walked in on us."

He looked to the ceiling with a huge grin on his face.

"You're thinking about people walking in on us, aren't you?"

"So what if I am?" A mischievous sparkle lit up his eyes and he smirked. "Wanna know who I'm thinking about?"

"Harvey! Stop!" Her eyes looked like they were going to pop out of her head.

"Hey, a guy's allowed to dream, isn't he?"

"Okay, so you're thinking about me, you and … Louis aren't you?"

His grin was instantly replaced with a frown as she laughed. "Never say that again."

"Don't worry. I don't want to share you with Louis."

He pouted and rolled his eyes. Then he squinted at his clock again. 6.30am. "And on that note we should probably get going."

Donna continued to laugh. "Are you sure you want to get going now?"

"Yeah, I have an eight-thirty."

"Okay, well it's just you're probably going to be thinking about Louis all day now."

"Trust me, I won't."

She got out of bed and headed to the shower. "But I will," she said with a wink before disappearing behind the bathroom door.

"I'll get you back for this!" he called after her.

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It was precisely 8.29am when Harvey and Donna arrived on the 50th floor – now the only floor belonging to Pearson Specter Litt as Jessica had rented out the rest of their premium office space to various companies in order to pay their way since they lost the bulk of their partners, staff and clients.

The doors to the lift opened up to reveal a rather worried looking Jessica Pearson.

"Oh no, what's up. You look like you're about to kill my morning," said Harvey as he greeted her with a grim expression.

"It's not me who's going to kill it. Conference room now." Donna started to walk towards the office in the opposite direction. "Both of you," she said, stopping Donna in her tracks and forcing her to turn around and follow them into the room.

"I had a meeting … uhm … 30 seconds ago," said Harvey as he signalled the time by glancing at his watch.

"I got Gretchen to postpone it."

Harvey frowned. "Why?"

"We have more pressing business." Jessica held up a folded piece of paper which Harvey recognised as a subpoena. "This was delivered half an hour ago and I had to sign for it. If you'd both been here earlier you could have received it yourselves."

Harvey twisted his mouth at her dig at his late mornings. She started early – he finished late. What was the big deal? He held out his hand indicating that Jessica should pass him the document.

"It isn't for you," said Jessica as she passed it to Donna.

"Me?" Donna's eyes grew wide as she took the subpoena, her stomach sinking as he mind whirred with what this could be about. She unfolded the document and started to read, her brow creasing more and more with every sentence she read.

"What is it?" said Harvey, unable to disguise the concern in his voice.

"Stuart Dawson."

Harvey looked puzzled. "Who's he?"

"My ex-boyfriend. The guy who made me choose between him and you … uhm … working for you."

Harvey gulped.

Jessica stood up, sensing the matter was private. "I'll leave you two to it then," she said. They both nodded at her. Donna managed a very fleeting smile of gratitude before returning to her frown.

Harvey morphed from boyfriend to lawyer. "Okay, firstly. What's he being charged with and secondly, did you know?"

Donna sighed heavily. "He's facing insider trading charges and I'm being called to give evidence … but …" She passed the subpoena to Harvey who was eager to read the details.

"But, what?" Harvey didn't make eye contact as he continued to read.

"Harvey, I don't have the first clue what this is about."

"Well don't worry about it. It's probably nothing. You're being called for the defence, so that signifies that his defence team thinks you can help his case. Maybe they want you as character."

"I haven't seen him in eight years and we didn't part on good terms. Surely they could find better character witnesses."

Harvey's face changed, his eyes disappearing under a heavy brow of unease. "Something's not right here." He re-read the subpoena again, trying to work out why the court would be demanding Donna appear at his trial. "Subpoenas aren't usually issued like this unless they think you'll be hostile. Nobody's contacted you?"

Donna shook her head. "Of course not, I would have told you right away."

"What was this guy's job?"

"He was in insurance … wait … what the hell was his company's name again? Something to do with an eagle I think ..."

Harvey raised his eyebrows, his voice steady but rising. "Eagle Star Insurance?"

"Yes that's it!" Donna watched as his colour blanched. "Harvey, what's wrong?"

"They were one of ours. They were one of Daniel Hardman's biggest clients."

"What? When?"

"Around eight years ago."

Donna gulped as they both independently fitted the same pieces of the jigsaw together. "When Hardman left who took over?"

Harvey stood up, straightened his suit jacket and walked towards the door. "I did."

Donna stood and followed him. "Harvey, where are you going?"

"Time to make this year's trip to kick Daniel Hardman's ass."