My wife
Harvey wakes up and smiles to find Donna's face covered in a tangle of red hair in front of him. And he smiles even more a few seconds later when he remembers what they had done last night. They had gotten married. It had really happened. Donna is now his wife.
"My wife," he murmurs with a smile so big it doesn't fit on his face, brushing her hair back to see her relaxed expression. "My wife," he repeats and kisses the top of her head. "My wife," he whispers and kisses her forehead. "My wife," he says again and kisses her eyelid. "My wife," he mutters, pressing his lips against her cheek before kissing her there. "My wife," he continues to say, peppering kisses on her neck that trail down to her shoulders and clavicle.
"Looks like someone's really glad that I'm his wife," she murmurs, still quite sleepy, as she strokes the hair at his nape.
"My wife!" he says with a huge smile and gives her a peck on the lips. "Sounds so nice, don't you think? My wife," he says, nuzzling her nose with his.
"Sounds very nice, but do you know what your wife wants now?"
"Hmm... what does my wife want now?"
"Your wife wants to sleep a while longer. Her wedding night has really exhausted her," she says, still with her eyes closed. And even though she doesn't see it, she knows that Harvey's typical smug smile has just formed on his lips. "Your wife wants to snuggle up to you and sleep a while longer," she adds, shifting to cuddle against him.
"Whatever my wife needs," he says, embracing her.
"That's my boy!" she responds, patting his chest with a smirk on her face.