Post-Canon

Donna arrives and takes off her shoes on the door, leaves her coat and purse along with the keys, and just heads inside the house. Harvey is on the couch and doesn't notice it. He is very immersed in his phone, and Donna is surprised that he didn't even say "Hey" when he arrived, as he usually does. She approaches him stealthily, only being able to see his nape until she is close enough, and smiles completely in love to see that he is looking at photos of her on his phone. In fact, she is discovering that he has an album of moments of them together and that there are even photos he took of her that she has never seen, nor has she noticed that he took them. Donna hesitates between filling him with kisses because it gives her a lot of tenderness about what he is doing, or whether to continue looking from behind. And she stays there for a while. For several minutes he passes photos of her with a cup of coffee, choosing her ice-cream flavors, looking for music, or enjoying the sea. Some photos were taken at the New York firm, others in their places there. Many other images of Donna wearing nightgowns or his shirts. Also, in a few, she was completely naked between the blankets. There is even a beautiful photo of the day of her wedding when she was just trying to process all her emotions and happiness, and another great handful of memories.

"You have a pretty sexy wife..." she whispers after several minutes behind him.

Harvey is startled and turns around instantly. "How long have you been there?" He asks, placing his palm on her waist.

"Enough to have seen over 15 photos that I don't know when you took me." She giggles sweetly. "But I'm tired of standing."

"Come here," Harvey responds immediately, he is leaning against the corner of the couch, and Donna sits down next to him, with her legs facing the other corner of the couch and after giving a tender kiss as a greeting, she snugly against the side of her husband's body, adjusts her head in the gap under his chin, and passes her hand through his abdomen. Harvey passes his arm over her shoulders and accommodates the phone in view of both.

"You take a lot of pictures of me without me knowing."

"I like to know that I can do something you don't know." Donna chuckles. "Those photos are my favorites."

She smiles. "Okay, I like to know that you do it... But I would like to see them too."

"Here..." Harvey says by offering her his phone. "You can send yourself as many as you want."

Donna grabs his phone and raises her head to look at him. "Do you really like me in a nightgown or underwear, huh?" Her tooth delicately bites her lower lip.

"I prefer you naked, but I must say that La Perla is worth every dollar."

"Yes, since we are together, you don't buy me so many purses anymore. Just La Perla."

"Any complaints?" She smirks and denies with her head. "You know… my shirts are another interesting option."

She grins. "You know how to enjoy your wife." Harvey smiles against her hair and wraps her tighter. "But… I prefer the others. I mean, I love the sexy ones, and usually, I don't think that I look like that."

"You do, Donna."

She blushes a little. "But I love the others too, many you have taken without knowing it, and I also like to see how you see me. It's a bit of getting into your mind." Harvey giggles softly. "I love you do these things, like taking pictures of me or having an album like this on your phone."

Harvey chuckles. "What can I say? You have made me a romantic. Maybe one day I'll leave a letter on your pillow with a rose."

"I know it's not your style, but I can't deny that it would be something cute… Receive a letter." She sighs, dreaming.

"Why do you always think you live in a Jane Austen novel?"

She laughs. "Because you're my Mr. Darcy."

"I don't quite know who he is, but I think that man has an excellent reputation."

Donna looks at him in surprise. "Come on, I understand you've never read a Jane Austen book... But you never watched Pride and Prejudice?"

"Mhm... No."

"Ok, tonight we'll have dinner in bed watching the 2005 adaptation."

"But..."

"But, nothing." She rolls her eyes and concentrates on the phone, giving him no option to respond, and starts laughing at a photo of her cross-eyed.

"Yes, you look sexy in that one, huh?" Donna laughs and just keeps passing the photos, some of them she sends to herself, but she doesn't ask to see them often, she likes to know that Harvey has something about her she doesn't know or see. It sounds romantic. All those memories are there.