Post-canon.

Their new house is completely full of boxes and bags. Moving their two apartments to a new house, in another state, is not as easy as it seems. As if that isn't enough, they have the furniture, the crockery, and everything they had chosen (or Donna had chosen) for their new home.

Donna spends all day tidying up, she can't stand the mess. On the contrary, Harvey is very relaxed with that.

The supermarket order arrives while Harvey is taking a shower. Donna starts by taking everything to the kitchen and starts tidying up.

"Sorry, I didn't hear it." Harvey says, walking towards the kitchen.

"It's ok, but I'm not going to do this alone."

"I didn't say it."

"I know, I'm just saying it."

Harvey approaches her, stands behind her, and puts his hands on her shoulders.

"Can you relax for a second, please?" He kisses her cheek and starts to make circular movements with his thumbs on her shoulders.

"I'm trying." She sighs.

Harvey hugs her, surrounding her body with his arms.

"I never thought you were so angry."

She giggles. "I'm sorry. I know, I'm very nervous, the mess is driving me crazy."

"Just a little." He giggles.

"Sorry."

Harvey makes her turn, to stand face to face.

"I promise you, in a few days it's going to look like a real home."

"Yes, I know. Can we put in order these things now?"

"Yes." Donna wants to approach one of the bags, but Harvey stops her, hugging her by the waist and kissing her. "Relax, Donna Paulsen! It's an order!"

She giggles. "Ok, Harvey Specter. Ok."

Harvey takes one of the bags, which has different cans, and starts putting them on one of the furniture.

"Harvey. What organization system are you using to order those?"

Harvey frowns. "None, I'm just putting them."

Donna rolls her eyes. "I see, as you did with everything you kept these days."

She stands in front of Harvey and orders the cans according to the type of food: peas, beans, tuna, chickpeas… Considering also its expiry date. The ones that will expire first are ahead, of course.

"I think you're too tidy, Donna."

"Yes. I've been ordering your life for 15 years. Do you just notice?" She says, annoying.

"Hey, hey… What's wrong?"

"Nothing."

"Donna…"

"I'm very used to living alone, with everything in order. That's all."

"You've been very angry since we got back from our honeymoon." He pauses, nervous. "Do you regret the marriage or moving here?" He asks, fearful.

Donna smiles tenderly and strokes his cheek with her thumbs. "I could never regret this, Harvey." She kisses him, taking him by his cheeks. Harvey hugs her by her waist. "Sorry, I don't want to be angry all day, the mess really bothers me." She kisses him again. "I still can't believe we're married, I'm very happy."

"Okay, I'm relieved to know."

"Don't doubt that I'm happy and that I love you, please. I'm going to get used to sharing the house with you, even if you're the messiest person I know." They giggle.

"First, I love you too." He kisses her. "And I'm happy too." He kisses her again and she smiles at him. "Third, let's speed up the process of ordering the boxes and turning this into a house."

"Fourth, I'm going to show you some organization systems."

"Ok, I take that."

"Good."

Donna fills a shelf with packages, showing Harvey how she's doing it.

"Where did you learn this?"

Donna chuckles. "I don't know, it's just common sense."

"I guess."

"You spent more than 20 years living in the jungle. Welcome to civilization."

Harvey laughs out. "Thank you, milady."

It's Donna who laughs this time. "Now the fridge."

"Do you also have an organization system for the fridge?"

Donna rolls her eyes. "Repeat that question, please."

"Do you also have an…" He pauses. "Yes, of course, you have, you're Donna."

"You married Donna."

"I know."

"Never again ask if I have an organization system because in case I don't have it, I'll create it."

He smiles. "Mental note made. But… Madam organized, the fridge shouldn't come first?"

"Yes, sir. I made it when you weren't here. Now is the turn of the fruits and vegetables." She pauses. "Don't try to beat me on this. You won't be able to."

"Ok, another mental note made."

"Your mind is full of sticky notes, isn't it?" She chuckles.