Skyfall

Chapter Sixty-Two

"You broke your promises to me." She pointed out. "You promised to tell me everything. You promised to be a team. But you haven't told me everything and we haven't been a team. You've been off on your own the past several weeks with your secrets and complete avoidance of your family."

"I know. I'm sorry about that."

She saw that he had the decency to look ashamed, but that wasn't what she wanted. She didn't want him to be ashamed. She just wanted things to be good between them again.

"I understand why you were distant. I don't like it and I wish you had felt like you could talk to me. But I understand it. And I love you Harvey. I always have and I always will. I don't want there to be distance between us and I don't want to be angry with you. I want us to be happy."

"That's what I want too." He spoke up.

"But between Scottie, Donna and Marcus…I feel like there are cracks forming in our marriage."

"I agree and I don't know how to fix it." He admitted.

"There's really only one thing I can think of, but I don't know if you will like it." She hesitated to bring this up. But the more she thought about it, the more she realized this might be the answer to their problems.

"I'm willing to do anything to fix this." He assured her.

"Maybe we need to go see a therapist together." She suggested.

"You honestly think we need marriage counseling?" He scoffed. "Why is your answer to everything that I get into therapy? You suggested it after I told you about Marcus and now you're suggesting it for our marriage."

"Because I think it would help!" She explained. "Throughout our entire relationship we have tried to fix our problems ourselves. And we do an alright job fixing them for a while but then they just pop up again like the moles in a whack-a-mole game. We need to figure out a better way to communicate and trust each other."

"I trust you."

"Respectfully, I call bullshit on that." She said calmly. "If you truly trusted me, you would have told me about Marcus a long time ago. But you didn't tell me because you didn't trust me not freak out about it. You didn't trust me not to freak out about your past with Donna and you didn't trust me not to freak out about Scottie. So forgive me if I am having a hard time believing that you trust me."

"Well respectfully, you did freak out about Scottie and you did freak out about Donna." He pointed out, echoing her words.

"True. But it was more the fact that you didn't tell me about them sooner though." She argued. "Look, that doesn't really matter right now. What matters is how we are going to fix things. Our marriage in its current form isn't working and won't be sustainable long term. Surly you realize that."

"I know." He nodded.

"If our pipes weren't working we would call a plumber. If the lights weren't working we would call an electrician. How else are we going to fix what isn't working here except therapy?"

"I just don't want to go telling our private business to a stranger." He complained.

"I don't relish that much either, but I've thought about it and I think this is what we need to do. We could easily sweep everything under the rug. We could kiss and make up, promise not to do these things again and let that be that. But if we do that deep down you know what will end up happening, just as much as I do. This kind of thing will happen again. Maybe not next month…maybe not next year…but it will happen again and again until we aren't strong enough to keep going. I don't want that to happen to us. If we go to therapy together now, we can learn how to keep this from happening again."

"Can I ask why you are so enthusiastic about therapy lately?"

She realized she had to tell him her secret. "Because I've been going to therapy for the past month."

"What?"

She saw the shocked look on his face. "With everything going on, I needed someone to talk to. You were my first choice, but you weren't available. And I didn't want to bother your mom or our friends with it. I needed a safe place where I could let everything out without feeling like I would get judged or hurt anyone's feelings. So I started going to Louis' therapist."

He scoffed. "You're sharing a therapist with Louis?"

"Yes." She nodded.

"I don't want to share a therapist with Louis." He shook his head. "It was bad enough when I found out we shared the same dentist."

"I know that. But Harvey…"

He sighed and interrupted her. "So I pushed you into therapy. That's just great. Now I feel like an even bigger jerk than before."

"You didn't push me into anything." She argued.

"My mom told me yesterday that she has been worried about you and that everything was taking a bigger toll on you than I thought. I guess she was right."

"I just needed a way to clear my head. I thought if I got all of my thoughts out, verbalized them, then things would be easier." She explained.

"Did it help?" He asked.

"Yes. In certain ways it has helped. I've come to terms with losing both Katie and Marcus. I've made my peace with the fact that we are now responsible for raising their kids. In that respect I'm in a much better mind-frame." She nodded. "But the main issue I had was the fact that you were pulling away from me every chance you got."

"I'm sorry about that." He apologized.

"I know. I'm not trying to make you feel bad. I just…I think it would help us."

He sighed and walked over to her. "I will do absolutely anything it takes to get us back to a good place again—even if that means I have to share a therapist with Louis."

She gave him a small smile. "If it helps any, Louis doesn't even know I'm seeing Dr. Lipschitz. So we don't have to tell him."

"That does help." He grabbed a hold of one of her hands. "You've really been going to therapy?"

"Yeah." She nodded. "I have."

"I've really hurt you, didn't I?" He whispered.

The sound of his whisper tugged at her heart strings and all she could do was nod her head. He sounded so broken and defeated that she couldn't help but wrap her arms around him. "All I've wanted since Marcus' death is for you to come back to me. I've just wanted us to be us again…so when you pulled away and stayed away…I tried so hard to reach you. I tried to get you to open up to me and come back to me. But I couldn't and I felt like a failure. I felt like there was something wrong with me because you weren't wanting to be around me anymore. And I felt like you were going to eventually come back and say that you wanted out of this marriage."

"I'm so sorry." He whispered. "You aren't a failure and I don't want out of this marriage. That is the last thing I will ever want."

"I know that now." She whispered back.

He pulled away so he could look at her face. "Us going to therapy is that important to you?

"Making our marriage stronger is that important to me." She clarified. "I just think that therapy might be the best way to do it."

"Alright." He nodded. "We will go see Louis' therapist."

"Really?" She expected him to put up a bigger fight than this.

"Really." He nodded. "I'm serious about doing anything to make us work."

"Thank you." She smiled.

He pushed a strand of her hair away from her face. "I'd also do anything to see that smile more often."

"Are we going to be ok?" She whispered her question.

"Of course we are." He assured her. "Because there is absolutely no way in hell I'm letting us fall apart like this again."

She wrapped her arms around his neck and brought her lips to his, almost desperate for some of the intimacy that she had been craving for the past several weeks. At first he seemed surprised but then started kissing her back. The next thing she knew she was being guided backwards and her back met with the wall. He had her trapped. Although they were still sort of in public he had his hands running all over her body and that was just fine with her.

"We probably shouldn't do this here." He reluctantly stopped kissing her.

"Probably not." She agreed, trying to catch her breath. "This isn't like the elevator or the dug out back at your old high school. There is a very real possibility that someone could come out here."

"Can we continue this once we get home?" He grinned.

"I'll be very disappointed if we don't."

He grabbed a hold of her hand. "Do you want to go back to the reception?"

"We probably should." She nodded. "Besides, I really want some cake. Louis told me they settled on a chocolate cake with buttercream icing and a raspberry filling."

He laughed. "You and your chocolate."

She playfully punched him. "Hey, the baby wants the cake."

"Sure." He laughed again. "You know you would want that cake even if you weren't pregnant."

"You know me too well." She shook her head.

He grinned. "Damn straight I do." He then started to lead her off of the balcony and back towards the reception. As they walked down the hallway, he grabbed a hold of her hand.

"You know I am glad that our friends now know about the baby." She mentioned.

"I am too." He agreed.

"We can tell Louis when he gets back from his honeymoon." She said. "I don't want to upstage him."

"Yeah. I don't want to either." He agreed.

"Do you want to know a secret?"

He looked over at her and she smiled before leaning in. "Charles asked Donna to marry him and she said yes. We're going to have another wedding to go to soon."

"Really?"

"Yeah." She nodded.

"That's great news." He smiled.

"Just don't say anything because she isn't trying to upstage him either." She cautioned.

"I won't say a word." He promised.

When they got back into the reception, they saw that all of their friends were in the middle of the dance floor. It looked like they were having a good time.

"Looks like it isn't cake time yet." He chuckled. "Wanna go join everyone?"

"Let's do it!" She laughed, letting him lead her to the dance floor. They started to dance along to the beat. She couldn't help smiling as he twirled her around.

After all of the drama and pain from the past few months, it felt amazing to let loose and have fun with everyone. When the song changed to a slow dance, she immediately found her way into Harvey's embrace. While he put one hand on her back and one much lower towards her ass, she cuddled up to him and placed her head right under his chin.

"This is one of my favorite places to be." She told him as they swayed to the song.

"And it's where you belong." He told her.

She wasn't a fool. She knew one dance wasn't going to cure their problems. But at least they had a good plan to get help. As long as they both kept an open mind about therapy they would be alright.

A/N: Alright that is a wrap on this story. I want to thank everyone who has read this, and a special thanks to everyone who has been reviewing it. I have decided to make this into a trilogy. I have a story in mind that completes the journey Harvey and Rebecca started in Synchronicity. So watch out for the third and final installment to come out in a week or so!