Another drink
When it's midnight on a Friday, Harvey has been dealing with a pile of paperwork scattered on the coffee table for over five hours. His laptop is turned on, and his phone keeps ringing incessantly. The stress level he's experiencing is becoming too much for him to bear. He hasn't taken a break since they arrived at the clinic earlier in the morning, and then he brought all the work home with him.
Donna tries to support him. She knows he has always been deeply committed to his work, and she doesn't want to change that. It's one of the things that makes her fall in love with him. However, now that they are married, she feels it's her duty to intervene even more than before. Harvey's well-being is her priority.
Therefore, when she sees him reaching for another glass of scotch—and she has been keeping count, knowing he has already had four drinks since evening—she steps in. With a calm but determined posture, she stands next to him and gently grasps his wrist.
"You're not going to have another drink, Harvey," she tells him, looking directly into his eyes.
"Donna—" he sighs, pulling away from her until his back is turned.
"No, I don't care if you huff, whine, or yell at me. I won't let you have another. You've had enough for today. You've been working for over 16 hours straight. You need a damn break, and scotch isn't going to give it to you."
"I need to figure this out." He grunts.
"I know," she says understandingly, moving closer to him again and resting her hand on his back. "I know. But you barely slept for four hours last night because you were working on this case, and today you haven't slowed down even for us to have dinner together. So, please, can we go to bed so you can get some sleep? Don't you think you'll be able to think more clearly tomorrow with a rested mind?" He doesn't answer, keeping his gaze fixed on the ground and grumbling. "Admitting I'm right won't kill you," she says with a slight giggle, hoping to lighten the mood for both of them. And it seems to work. He cracks a smile, which eases her worries and his too. "I'll give you a massage. I know you have a terrible migraine. Scotch won't help with that either. And then you can sleep for at least eight hours. This isn't up for negotiation; I'm letting you know."
"I'm the lawyer in this marriage, and I can't even negotiate with my wife," he grumbles.
"But you love me anyway," she smiles and kisses his cheek.
Harvey turns and sweetly kisses her. "How could I not love you when all you do is take care of me?"
She smiles, cupping his cheeks as she kisses him back. "Work will still be here tomorrow. Shall we go to bed?" He nods and lets her lead the way.