Post-canon.
Like every night, Donna is in the bathroom with her night routine.
"Can I ask something?" Harvey asks.
"Yes, of course."
"What is so all of these creams for?" He asks, pointing out the 11 packs of beauty products Donna has there.
She giggles. "Why are you asking?"
"They are too many. You don't need all that. I don't think anyone needs it."
"Yes, I need it."
"For what?"
She starts to talk, showing him each one of the packs. "To take my makeup off. This is a skin tonic for face skin. For the eye contour. For the face. For the body. For the stains. For the expression lines. For the stretch marks. For hands and elbows, for feet and this is hair oil."
"Can't you use two or three for everything?"
She chuckles. "No, it's not all the same."
"Sure. The beauty industry sells you and you buy them."
"Do you like the way I look?"
"A lot."
"Say thank you to all these things."
"You know I'd like you anyway."
"You're cute, but I like to do it. It's a ritual for me."
"Okay, I was just curious. Carry on." He says, walking away.
"No, wait."
"What?"
"Don't you want to use any?"
"Not really."
"Please." She says, pouting.
"Donna, no."
"Come on! I watch Survivor with you. You can do this for me."
"It's not the same."
"Why? Is your masculinity going to tremble for use cream?"
He snorts. "No, no."
"Please." She says, joining her hands as if she would be praying, begging him.
"I'll remember this in the future, you are warned."
"Ok. Deal."
"Deal." He rolls his eyes.
"Come here."
Harvey approaches her shyly, and she smiles like a kid with a new toy. Donna looks for another cream in the furniture.
"Do you have more?" He asks, surprise.
"This is a hydration mask. We're both going to use it, and we're going to watch Survivor while it takes effect."
"You're impossible."
"I know. Close your eyes."
Harvey closes her eyes and Donna starts putting the hydration mask (pretty cold if you ask him) on his face.
"This feels weird."
"But, you're so handsome!" She says, in a mocking tone.
"Don't make me regret it."
She chuckles. "Ok, ok. Let me finish."
Donna finishes putting the mask on Harvey's face, and he takes the cream out of her hands.
"What are you doing?"
"Close your eyes."
"It's not that easy to get it right."
"I want to try."
Donna smiles and closes her eyes. She feels Harvey's clumsy fingers spreading the cream over her face.
"So?" He asks, touching her cheeks with his fingers.
"Pretty good."
"Does it need to be green?" He rolls his eyes.
"I don't know." She giggles.
"You realize you always do with me what you want, right?"
"Yes… And I'm afraid to think about it. If I handle you like this, I don't want to imagine what she will do with her dad." She says, touching her growing belly. Harvey puts his hand on hers.
"You're going to have to set limits on me."
"You mean… Like always?" Harvey laughs and kisses her. "Can I put the... " He thinks for a few seconds. "The stretch marks cream on your belly?"
"Yes, of course." She says, smiling.
They go to bed. Donna lifts her t-shirt and Harvey begins to put the cream very gently on her skin.
"I'm doing well?"
"Yes, 100%." She says, closing her eyes. "You could do it every night. It is really nice."
"A new ritual."
"I do with you what I want, definitely!" Donna says, and Harvey leaves his hand still on her belly and Donna strokes his fingers.
"You always did." Harvey smiles at her. "Can I ask you something else?"
"Yes."
"Is this what you do on girls' nights with Louis?"
"I refuse to answer. You better not know it."
"I"m scared!"
"You should be." They giggle. "Look for the foot cream, while we are watching Survivor I need massages."
"Are you serious?"
"Do I need to remind you that I'm carrying your daughter inside me 24/7?"
"So… Is she only my daughter now?" He asks, laughing.
"Yes." She says, laughing too. "Go!"
"Even when is the excuse of pregnancy worth it?"
"Mmm… Until her five years."
"Shameless!"