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A day off well-spent with family was all Donna needed to get back on track after the close call that she had at work. Harvey's reassuring words and Avery's comforting touches helped in gaining back her confidence.

And so it has been a relatively good day at work, still busy but definitely better than what she had the other day. She's in quite a good mood to let Harvey skip on dish duty tonight, allowing him to retreat to the bedroom earlier than her and their daughter. He did say he wanted to check on the firm before the day ends.

After cleaning the kitchen and locking up the house, she finally decides to head to their room. She gets confused when she sees the empty bed, untouched pillows and sheets with no Harvey in sight. He wasn't in Avery's room when she passed by to say good night nor was he in the study when she prepared her things for tomorrow. So, where could he be?

She immediately gets her answer when she enters the bathroom. Sitting in the middle of the dark, inside the tub is the man she is looking for. His phone lights up his face, hair sticking out in all directions and his glasses reflecting the screen. He has no shirt on, just a pair of shorts that expose his knees and legs in the tub that's a little too small for a man his size.

She turns on the light and walks straight to his side. "Just what are you doing?" Donna asks, her hands on her waist as she looks down at Harvey.

"Oh." He looks up from his phone and checks his surroundings. He sits up straighter in the tub and runs a hand through his hair. "I was gonna do a soak 'cause I went boxing earlier. But I got caught up checking on a document."

"And you climbed in there? With no water?"

He moves to get out of the tub and walks towards the sink, leaning against the edge and crossing his arms in front of his chest. "Like I said, I got distracted. And I couldn't find your bath salts."

Donna quickly turns around to face him. "Harvey Specter does not know bath salts."

"I'll have you know that our daughter, Avery, taught me well. Apparently it soothes the muscles. I use them after I box." He replies, very proud of himself.

"Who are you?" She asks, still shocked with this revelation.

"Still me, Donna." He chuckles. "So, where do you keep them?"

She shakes her head but there's a smile on her face. She walks to where he's standing, tapping his hip so he would move away. She crouches down and opens the cabinet under the sink. She looks at her usual stack of bath essentials but finds an almost empty jar of bath salts.

"Lucky you, I have a few left." She closes the cabinet and stands up. She shakes the jar in front of his face before giving it to him.

"Thanks." He says as he takes the jar from her hands. "Care to join me?"

She rolls her eyes and turns her back to him, walking towards the door. "Not happening, Harvey."

He gives her a curt nod before moving back to fill the tub. "I'll just join you in bed later then."

"Not if I make you sleep on the couch tonight." She laughs as she closes the door behind her.

...

"Great soak?" Donna earnestly asks the half-naked Harvey who has finally stepped out of the bathroom with nothing but a towel resting on his hips while making his way towards the adjacent walk-in closet they are now again sharing.

"Hmmm. Good enough. Still a bit sore but better than earlier. It'll be okay tomorrow." He replies as he gets dressed, away from Donna's sight.

She slips out of the sheets and makes her way to the bathroom. It's her turn to do her nightly routine. She turns around and leans against the doorframe facing Harvey who's currently putting a shirt on, "You just skipped a few gym days and you're already getting pains? Must be getting old, Specter." She teases with a raised brow and a slight smirk on her face.

He scoffs at her. "May I remind you we're the same age." They've been going back and forth with their usual playful banter as they get more and more comfortable with each other again, just like what they used to do even before they became lovers, as they were best friends first.

"Yeah," she finally gets in the bathroom and goes behind the door leaving it open enough just to stick her head out. "You're still almost a year ahead of me."

"Almost." He quips back, throwing a discarded towel in her direction, making her yelp as she quickly shuts the door, luckily dodging the cannonball of a fabric.

"That towel better not be on the floor when I get out." She calls out.

"You can pick it up on your way out." But he's already doing the task with a huge grin on his face, one she mirrors as she applies the night cream on her cheek.

She reappears in the bedroom and sees Harvey still awake. He's sitting on the edge of the bed doing stretches for the back and shoulders.

"Do you want a massage?" She asks as she walks toward him. Her earlier teasing tone is now replaced with softness laced with concern.

...

"Ahhh!" Harvey moans in pleasure as her fingers knead his aching shoulders, hitting the perfect spot. "Right there, don't stop!"

"Shut it, Harvey." She adds more pressure to his back.

He tilts his head to the side a bit more, trying to look over his shoulder and face her. "What?!"

"You're too loud. Avery's just across the hall."

"Can't help it. It feels good." He mumbles into the pillow, "Your hands are amazing."

"I know. But try to tone it down. If you wake her up, she's gonna think we're doing things."

He chuckles, "We have been sleeping in the same bed."

She pushes one last time on his back before lying down beside him, hands on her stomach as her eyes stay glued to the ceiling. "And nothing has happened."

"And why is that?" He asks, rolling onto his side to face her. He watches her close her eyes and take a deep breath.

"Because we're not together anymore, Harvey."

Silence follows. No one talks for a while until she turns her head to the side, opens her eyes, and sees him watching her closely. Years apart and she thought she might've lost her touch already, might've lost her ability to read him within a snap of a finger. But she hasn't.

The rest of his face may not have given it away. But his eyes, they definitely did. The way they remain focused on her, unblinking. Like he is lost in thought, trapped in a whole conversation all on his own. His piercing brown eyes staring right back at hers, trying to get through her thoughts.

"Right," he whispers. He gives her a curt nod before turning around in bed. He reaches for the lamp on the nightstand, turns off the light, then settles under the sheets. His back now faces her.

"Harvey?" She calls one last time.

He looks over his shoulder, waiting to hear what else she's got to say.

"Maybe skip the workout for a while. Go rest your shoulders, okay?"

...

"Shit!" He mutters under his breath when he sees her enter the department.

Her face is unreadable as she heads toward the nursing station to inquire. After happily chatting with the clerk, her smile has ghosted her lips as she scans the room looking for a familiar face. Completely unaware of the attention she has drawn in, numerous heads turn in her direction. As the head surgeon of transplant surgery, Donna holds quite a respectable reputation in the workplace. Harvey felt very smug and proud of her. Then he remembers where he is — in the emergency room after defying her order to rest his shoulders.

He woke up that morning without feeling any pain. He insisted on still driving Donna to work. The latter resisted just so he could rest but she eventually caved in and allowed him to drop her off. She continuously reminded him to rest after, throughout the car ride and before hopping out of the vehicle.

The rest of the morning flew by slowly with him doing absolutely nothing as Avery had to catch up with her schoolwork. He really tried to just lie down and rest but the boredom was driving him insane. It didn't help that her words from last night kept echoing in his mind, "We're not together anymore." And so he decided to hit the gym, to kill some time and clear his head. He goes into the ring and after throwing out a few punches, he feels sharp shooting pains on his shoulders. The excruciating pain was ten times worse than before which left him with no choice but to have it checked out asap at the nearest hospital.

"Hi." He mouths sheepishly as soon as Donna's gaze lands on him from a distance. She shakes her head, worried but also unamused at the sight of him sitting by the edge of the hospital bed, pressing an ice pack on his right shoulder.

"Harvey, what the hell happened?" She asks as soon as she's in front of him. One hand tipped his chin to examine two small bruises on his face. "I thought I told you to rest?"

"Dr. Paulsen!" The emergency room doctor calls her attention as she's surprised to see the surgeon when she didn't page her at all. Instantly, she finds the answer to her question when she flips Harvey's chart and sees the surgeon's name listed under his emergency contact. "Ohh." She lets out an audible gasp especially after reading 'wife' inked beside Donna's name.

"Dr. Jenkins, hi." Donna shakes the doctor's hand and exchanges pleasantries. "His right shoulder, how's his right shoulder?" She asks right away without beating around the bush.

"It's fine, it's just a minor sprain." The fellow doctor reassures her and gives a rundown of the assessment and the series of tests she did on him. "Aside from the sprain and the small bruises on his face, I don't see anything of major concern. The x-ray results aren't back yet so we'll worry if it shows a fracture, but like I said, it's just a sprain." Dr. Jenkins adds.

"Did you order a head CT?" Donna asks, earning a confused look from the other doctor. "Because clearly, this patient wasn't using his head when he went boxing after complaining last night that his shoulders hurt." She's now looking at Harvey with a smirk and the latter glares back at her.

Her fellow doctor almost burst out in giggles. She shakes her head with a grin plastered on her face as she excuses herself to attend to another patient. She promises to return as soon as the x-ray results are back and draws the curtain close giving Donna and Harvey some privacy.

"Haha, that was very funny." He says with a deadpan face. "I'm pretty sure you can't say that to a patient. That's it, I'm going to sue you!" He once again glares at her.

"You can't. Because lucky for me, you're not really my patient." She retorts back as she gently dabs a cotton ball with alcohol on his bruise, giving full-on attention to him. He doesn't say anything back. Instead, his eyes bore onto her as she does the task. Her care and concern are bold on her face but the furrowed brows tell him that she's also annoyed. And he knows why.

"How did you find out that I'm here?"

"It doesn't matter how I found out. What matters most is that I'm still your emergency contact but you didn't want me to know." There's a hint of hurt in her voice that didn't go unnoticed.

"Donna, this is nothing." He tries to reassure her. "Oww!" He flinches when she dabs the cotton ball with a little more force this time.

"Nothing, huh?!"

He sighs. "Look, really, I know you're busy. You have patients that need you more than I do. This is nothing compared to–"

He doesn't get to continue his excuse as Donna cuts her off. "Or because you don't want to hear 'and I told you so.'"

"That too." He cocks his head to the side and smiles, hoping to charm her and wash away her irritation.

"Hey." He calls when she doesn't say anything back, gently grabbing her wrist, stopping her from cleaning the bruises. "A-are you mad?"

Her eyes flicker up meeting his gaze. She releases a deep breath. "I'm not mad.. but I'm also not not mad."

"I'm sorry."

"Are you?" She lifts a brow before continuing, "Because I don't think you were listening to me last night. I thought I made it clear…"

He cuts her off with a sigh. "Oh, I heard you clearly." He lets go of her hand and looks down, wiping his sweaty palms on the thin hospital gown he was asked to wear.

"Harvey," she calls for him. She remembers the words that were said. And how he quickly shut off after hearing them. It's the truth and she needs to put it out there because the days they've been spending together have almost pushed things under the rug. They need a reminder of their reality now, she needs it because she's close to getting used to his presence again and it'll be hard when it's time for him to leave. She can't get her hopes up when she knows this will not last.

"That doesn't mean I don't care about you anymore." She pauses then whispers, "Because I still do." She never stopped caring about him even when they're not together anymore, it's already second nature. From time to time when she's on the phone with either Rachel, Mike, or Gretchen, she'll ask 'how's it going over there?' and her friends already know she's inquiring about Harvey.

He nods, fully understanding where she's coming from because he never stopped caring about her either. "Like I said, I'm sorry." He apologizes once again because the last thing he wants is to get on her bad side. They may not be together anymore but ever since he got to Chicago, they've been on decent terms. He wants to keep it that way until he has to come back to New York.

"And I've never stopped caring about you too." He quickly adds.

She shakes her head and continues cleaning his bruises. Not wanting to delve deeper into their conversation. "Who did you have a boxing match with anyway? Goliath?" She scoffs a small laugh. "Bet you didn't win, huh?"

"I'll have you know, if not for the shoulder pain, I would've won." He retorts back, still smug even with his condition.

She finishes off the cleaning and discards all the used supplies. She meets his gaze and her face softens as she sits down beside him. "Harvey." She starts, taking in a deep breath. "You know you're gonna need a sling for both your arms, right? And you're going to have to wear it, give or take three months."

"What? Really?" He asks frowning because it was far from what the emergency room doctor told him before Donna arrived.

"And you know if that's a fracture you might need surgery. From what I've seen with other patients, it takes years to completely heal."

This time he raises a brow, still not fully convinced at what she's saying. But she's a doctor she knows better than him.

She nods innocently, biting her lower lip while playing with her fingers at the same time.

He leans forward after noticing her behavior. "You know I can tell when you're lying right, Dr. Paulsen?" He smirks. "And the doctor said it's just a sprain and I won't be needing a sling."

"But–" she's speechless. Her grin reaches her eyes knowing she's already caught with her harmless joke.

"See! I got you!" He flashes a Cheshire grin, the pain on his shoulder already forgotten.

She bites her lower lip, trying to suppress a laugh. "No, it's true!" She counters, refusing to accept defeat in their endless banter.

"Stop it!" He playfully pokes her on the side, earning a loud chuckle from her. Meanwhile, his cheeks are already hurting from grinning so much.

They're oblivious to the doctor who has returned. Dr. Jenkins had to clear her throat to get both their attention. "Alright, let's not scare the patient, Dr. Paulsen. He might actually sue you and this hospital. I'm not trying to get unemployed just yet." Their voices were so loud that the emergency doctor heard most of their banter even when she was with other patients.

The doctor explains the x-ray results — no broken bones just as expected. She prescribes some painkillers and gives detailed orders of resting and after-care when they get home. "I trust you'll be well-taken care of. You're in great hands," she says, giving a brief look at her fellow doctor. She says he is officially discharged and bids them farewell, finally leaving the two to themselves yet again.

"Looks like I'm driving us home today." Donna gets up from the bed and stands in front of Harvey again, her arms crossed in front of her. He furrows his brows and pouts at her. "You heard her, your doctor. You need to rest your shoulders, not much movement unless absolutely necessary."

She opens her palm and waits for him to respond. "Now hand over the keys."

His eyes dart from her hand to her face then back to her open palm again. He sighs, "Fine." He points at his neatly folded clothes on the table beside the bed. "They're in my jeans, front pocket."

She moves to retrieve the object and picks up his clothes as well, handing them over to him. "You need help getting dressed?"

He takes them from her with a smirk on his face. "You just want to see me naked."

"Please. I've already seen that." She replies, waving her hand at his whole body.

"Not in two years, no." He shakes his head as he gets up and turns around and points at the ribbon at the top of his hospital gown. Despite the injury, he's smug knowing he has spent more time at the gym during the past few years.

She easily undoes the knot as she whispers, "You had no shirt on last night, Harvey."

"Oh, so you did look?" He teases, looking over his shoulder.

She rolls her eyes and steps around him, grabbing his shirt and pushing it against his chest. "Will you just please hurry up so we can get home?"

Swiftly, she steps out and draws the curtains close behind her, giving him some privacy. She swallows dryly, guilty of looking at him last night. Cheeks are blushing red as the memories of his broad and sculpted back flashes on her mind. They were hard to miss as she felt the toned muscles contract under her touch. Suddenly her mind wandered what else had changed in him, physically.

She closes her eyes to somehow erase the mental image of him and expels out a shaky breath. "I'm in trouble." In deep, deep trouble.

...

A questioning look from their daughter welcomes them, surprised to see both at home so early in the afternoon. Avery notices the unamused expression on her mom's face when she greets her with a kiss on the cheeks. Soon she realizes why when she sees her dad trailing behind, wincing in pain.

"What happened?"

"Nothing, I'm fine." He reassures his daughter and places a kiss on her cheek.

"Oh, you're far from being fine, mister! See, Avery, this is what happens when you don't listen." Donna butts in as she drops her coat and purse on the table.

"Mom, you have another patient in the household." Avery teases and glances at her dad. Harvey shakes his head and gives her a don't-say-anything-that-will-piss-off-your-mom-more look.

The younger redhead tries to hold in her laugh and just offers to accompany him to the bedroom so he can rest.

Donna hears the hushes of the two while making their way up the stairs. "What am I going to do with you two?" She whispers to herself. She's thankful for her chosen career now more than ever, coming in handy so she can take care of two of the most important people in her life.

He's out like a light the moment he retreats in the bedroom, the side effect of the painkiller has finally set in. From the shades of orange and red, the sky quickly changes its hues to moonlight blue. He only wakes up from his deep slumber because Avery nudges him stating that dinner is ready.

...

"This is actually good." He throws a compliment after learning that Donna prepared the dish. "Can't believe you can now cook!"

"Cook?" Their daughter chimes in after finishing the first bite, the stir-fry tasting too familiar.

"Well, it's just a stir-fry. Nothing fancy." She brushes off and glares at her daughter.

Avery raises a brow at her after taking another bite. "Maybe you should share the recipe, Mom." She teases after being able to pinpoint where she got the dish from.

"Yeah, Donna, what's the recipe?" Harvey seconded with a smirk. "Or maybe I could just ask the Chinese restaurant down the block for it?"

She grins. "Okay, okay fine, you got me!" She raises both hands in surrender.

"I ordered from there 'cause I know you love it." She bites her lower lip as she confesses. "To make you feel better." She continues in a soft voice.

"Thank you." He whispers, meeting her gaze that lingered longer than it should.

...

After dinner, the mother-daughter duo settle in on the couch to cap off the night with a film. Harvey follows after taking a business phone call, carrying two glasses, each half-filled with red wine.

"Ohh, Dad, can I try?" Their daughter asks with curiosity.

"Okay, but just a sip."

"Hey!" Donna scolds him when he was about to hand a glass to their daughter.

"Sorry, kiddo. Mom said no. Maybe when we're in New York, I'll let you try." He jokes knowing he'll get a reaction from Donna.

"Oh, don't even think about it!" Donna points at him. "And you, mister, are not allowed to drink either." She stands up from the couch and takes away both glasses before he can protest.

He's left standing confused,looking at his empty hands with his mouth hung open.

"You're on painkillers, remember?" She reminds him while happily pouring the contents of one glass into another.

"Fine." He pouts and slumps down the couch beside her. Their daughter chuckles at his reaction and offers to make a hot chocolate for the both of them as a temporary replacement for alcohol, turning his frown upwards into a smile.

He relaxes on his seat but shakes his head when Donna presses play on Hamilton, a broadway show she and their daughter love. He holds off on complaining because as long as he sees them happy, he's happy.