Skyfall

Chapter Fifty-Nine

Rebecca approached their table at the reception, noticing that Harvey got in front of her so he could pull out her chair. She looked over at him. "Thank you." Then she sat down in her reserved seat next to Rachel. She watched as Mike sat next to Donna and Charles. Harvey sat down on her other side and Jessica was next to him, with her boyfriend Jeff on her right.

"I thought the ceremony was beautiful." Rachel stated after everyone was seated.

"I agree." Donna nodded. "They did a nice job of planning it."

"We should do a toast to them." Mike said, grabbing the Champagne that was in front of him.

Rebecca watched as everyone picked up the glasses in front of them. She couldn't drink because of the baby, a fact that their friends were not aware of right now. As much as she didn't want to steal the spotlight of Louis' wedding day she realized that this news was going to come out now. There was no way everyone would be oblivious to the fact that she wasn't drinking. Someone was bound to notice.

She picked up her water glass and held it up for the toast.

"To Louis and Shelia." Mike toasted. "May none of us ever be asked to go mudding again since he has a wife to do that with now!"

Everyone laughed as they clinked their glasses with each other.

"Hey…" Rachel said softly. "You aren't drinking?"

"Nope." She shook her head.

"Oh my God! Is it because you are…"

"Yes." She chuckled.

"Really?"

She watched Rachel's eyes get wide as saucers.

"Yes, but I don't want to upstage Louis so let's just keep it…"

"You guys!" Rachel spoke up. "Rebecca has something important to say."

"Rachel…" She groaned.

"I'm sorry." Rachel apologized. "But this is great news and I couldn't help myself."

"Ok." She looked over at Harvey to see if he had a problem with her telling everyone now. Seeing him nod his head, she turned back to the rest of the group. "Well we weren't going to say anything about it today. So please don't tell Louis yet because I don't want to take away from his day…but I'm pregnant."

"Seriously?" Mike blurted out. "That's awesome!"

Everyone seemed to be saying their congratulations at once and she looked over at Harvey, who was beaming. He put his arm around her chair and lightly stroked the exposed skin on her arm with his thumb. As she looked around the table at their friends who were so happy for them and then back at Harvey, who looked like he was going to burst with pride, she forgot about their problems for a moment. She clung to this feeling of happiness for as long as possible, smiling at her friends.

After a few minutes everyone's excitement died down except for Rachel, who was peppering her with questions.

"How far along are you?" Rachel asked.

"I'm just past the first trimester." She answered.

"Do you want some of my maternity clothes?"

"Sure." She agreed. "That would be nice. Thank you."

"Do you want a boy or a girl?" Rachel asked.

"I don't know." She answered honestly. She had always thought that she wanted to have a boy first, but now that she was pregnant she didn't really care if it was a boy or a girl. She just wanted it to be healthy.

Answering all of Rachel's questions was getting tiresome, but it was a good way for her to be able to legitimately avoid Harvey and their issues.

Harvey pushed the food around on his plate. The food was good, but he was just too lost in his own thoughts to enjoy it. Rebecca was still talking to Rachel about pregnancy stuff. It seemed like Rachel was never going to be done asking a million questions. So he had talked to Jessica and also gotten to know Jeff a little. He didn't have a clear picture of the kind of guy Jeff was yet because he seemed a little too guarded. But he did notice that Jessica was happy and that was a good start.

Now he was just waiting for Rachel to stop monopolizing Rebecca's time so that he could try to talk to his wife. He didn't begrudge Rachel being so excited about the pregnancy. It was actually nice to have their friends know about it. Although Donna had known about it for a while and he told Jessica a couple of weeks ago, it was nice to have it out there and not be a secret anymore.

He really wanted to talk to Rebecca. In the meantime, he let his thoughts wander back to their wedding day.

Harvey stood in the living room with Judge Murphy. He considered Patrick Murphy a friend. Over the years they had traded favors with each other several times. He helped with Patrick's first divorce and other legal matters that came up. So when he called this morning and asked him to come over to officiate their wedding, Patrick only asked one thing—what time would be best for them.

He was getting nervous though. Patrick's second wife was also serving as their witness and she was currently in the bedroom helping Rebecca get ready. But they had been in there for over ten minutes and he was getting anxious that something might be wrong.

"You ready for this, Specter?" Patrick chuckled.

"I'm more than ready." He nodded.

"Never thought of you as the marrying type. I thought you would die a confirmed old bachelor."

"I didn't think I was the marrying type either." He admitted, looking over at his friend. "But if you knew Rebecca, you would understand why I changed my tune."

"She appeared in my court room once a few months back. She seems like a very smart lawyer."

"Oh you have no idea." He smiled. "I swear, someday soon she will be a name partner."

"I don't doubt you. You wouldn't choose to be tied down to someone who wasn't extraordinary. So she must be special." Patrick grinned. "It's just nice to see you happy."

"It's nice to be this happy." He was about to say something else when Susan, Patrick's wife, came out of the bedroom.

"Alright. If you are ready, she is ready." Susan said with a smile on her face.

"I'm beyond ready." He stated, watching as Susan poked her head into the bedroom and motioned for Rebecca to come out.

He saw her come out of the bedroom with a huge smile on her face. Her hair was pulled back in the front but there were still a couple of loose tendrils framing her face. He loved that hairstyle on her. It was one of his favorites because if there was wind he got a chance to push the loose hair out of her face, also giving him an excuse to cup her cheek with his hand and bring her close for a kiss.

He saw she was wearing a long, white halter top dress. She looked like an angel and he couldn't stop staring at her as she walked over to him. He winked at her as they stood together in front of Patrick.

"We are here today in this living room to join you two in holy matrimony. Ultimately the essence of marriage lies in committing oneself to the other person entirely as a friend, confidant, companion, team member and lover. This decision should never be made lightly, but should be considered with respect and reverence. You stand here now ready to pledge yourselves to each other."

"Do you, Harvey Reginald Specter, take Rebecca Elizabeth Monroe to be your lawfully wedded wife? Do you promise from this day forward to be a faithful husband, for better or worse, for richer or poorer, in sickness and in health, to love and to cherish, as long as you shall live?"

"I do." He smiled.

"And do you, Rebecca Elizabeth Monroe, take Harvey Reginald Specter to be your lawfully wedded husband? Do you promise from this day forward to be a faithful wife, for better or worse, for richer or poorer, in sickness and in health, to love and to cherish, as long as you shall live?"

"I do." She said, never taking her eyes off of him.

"Do you have the rings?" Patrick asked.

"Shit." He cursed. "I knew there was something we were forgetting."

"It's fine." Patrick told them. "We can skip that part. The I do's are the most important thing."

"I'm sorry." He apologized.

"Like he said, it's fine." She smiled.

"Since there are no rings, we can skip to the good part. By the power vested in me by the State of New York, I now pronounce you man and wife. You may now kiss the bride."

"Finally." Harvey grinned before taking her in his arms and placing a slow kiss on her lips. He may have lingered a little too long because Patrick eventually cleared his throat. He reluctantly let go of her, still keeping an arm around her waist.

"Congratulations Mr. and Mrs. Specter." Susan spoke up.

"Harvey."

He looked over to his left and saw Mike standing next to him.

"Let's go get a drink from the bar." Mike suggested.

He saw that Rebecca and Rachel were still talking pregnancy and sighed. "Sure."

It wasn't until they got to the bar and ordered drinks that Mike spoke again.

"Rachel can talk about pregnancy and kids for hours. I thought maybe we could give them some time."

"Good thinking." He nodded.

"So, the great Harvey Specter is going to be a father." Mike grinned. "How are you feeling about that, old man?"

"Scared out of my mind at times." He admitted with a laugh. "I mean, spending all this time with Ethan and Olivia has been good. I've learned a lot. I'm definitely less afraid, but I don't know anything about babies…"

"You're going to be fine." Mike told him with a laugh. "I know it. Besides, no matter what the kid will have Rebecca as a mom so it won't be screwed up entirely."

"Gee, thanks for the pep talk." He scoffed before rolling his eyes.

"Is that what I was supposed to be doing? Oops." Mike sighed. "So how are things between you two?"

"Honestly, I thought things were getting better." He started to explain. "But then last night we had an argument and things are strained again between us. I'm not sure how I let things get this bad between us."

"Maybe it had to do with the fact that you shut down on her for weeks?" Mike suggested.

"Well I know that." He nodded. "But I thought we were working it out. Our relationship just seems to be collapsing in on itself now. I don't know how to fix it."

"It will be ok." Mike told him. "You love each other and that's all that matters in the end."

"See? That was a much better pep talk." He laughed.

"I'm glad." Mike laughed. "I worked hard on that one."