A/N: This was prompted by my thought of how Donna would react to a sense of commitment with someone else vs with Harvey, in the lens of weddings. Hope you guys enjoy this because I enjoyed writing this :) I will say part of the inspiration for this was reading a fic about post canon darvey at a wedding, but I completely forgot which fic it exactly was but inspo-credit goes to anonymous amazing writier as well !

Darvey-centric as always with fluff being the main feeling hehe

As always, reviews and critiques are welcome, and please let me know any suggestions you have!

Saying Yes to Forever

The moment she saw him sitting at their table, laughing with her cousin Brad and seemingly having a good time, a huge wave of relief washed over her.

She was hesitant to bring Mitchell to her first cousin's wedding. But honestly, he had been the perfect plus one. He exchanged pleasantries with her aunt and uncle, made her dad laugh out loud over his work anecdotes, brought a smile onto her cousin's face as he complimented her on her wedding. He piled Donna with her favourite drinks, and entertained her all night as he brought in an outsider's perspective into her family dynamics.

What the hell was she even dreading bringing her sweet, sensible, hot, boyfriend as her date to a wedding?

She immediately made her way towards him, about halfway there when he apparently sensed her coming and turned his head to catch her gaze. She sent him a reassuring smile, and he grinned back at her.

"You good?" He asked as she took a seat next to him.

"Yeah, the line to the bathroom just took forever! You know- cheesy conga line aside- this has been a pretty good night so far."

Mitchell grinned smugly at her. "See? I told you I'd be the perfect wedding date."

Donna rolled her eyes at his cocky attitude. "Well what can I say, I was worried you'd embarrass me with all your incessant talk about buildings."

"I am an architect you know."

"Trust me, we all know." Donna snickered at her cousin's words, as she let her hand feather across his neckline.

Mitchell broke eye contact with her as they both started making conversation with Brad.

After downing more drinks and eating more pieces of red velvet cake than Donna should, she could feel herself grow more and more content with how her night was panning out. She couldn't believe how much of a fuss she was in a few days ago, when she considered going stag to the wedding. She still remembered how she drew a blank on why she didn't want Mitchell to go with her.

She'd asked him to grab her mail from the front officeman Sal, who always happily coveted her mail.

He'd seen the pearly white invite, with the lace trimming and the fancy cursive font, and he asked her who "Tiffany Fennwalsh" was. She'd been hesitant, questioning if it was too soon- if she really wanted to introduce Mitchell to not only her parents but exposing him to her entire extended family as well. It seemed too big of a move, too serious, with one too many ways for everything to go wrong.

But he really had been perfect. Double-checking she was ok throughout the night, making funny comments about the god-awful bridesmaid speech that was given, taking her hand and squeezing it when the couple exchanged vows…. Now, he took her out onto the dance floor, dragging her by the arm as he twirled her around to the music. They'd been dancing for three straight songs, and she felt herself grow hot and bothered at his roaming hands resting low on her back, the way he's holding her close, feeling his breath hit her ear. She felt goosebumps erode all over her arms as she pictured the night going on in their hotel bedroom..

She whispered similar sentiments to him, and his dilated pupils staring back at her make her want to ditch the rest of the wedding night.. But she knew she'd never hear the end of it from her cousin if she did.

As she's debating if they should just leave the maid of honour ushered all the girls to the side for the traditional bouquet throwing.

She took Mitchell's hand in hers and guided them back to their table. "You don't want to catch the bouquet?" Mitchell teases as they sit down.

Donna rolled her eyes. "God- that might be one of the worst traditions weddings have." Mitchell gasped. "Over the tradition of airing out the spouse's dirty laundry via the best man?"

Donna snickered at his words. "Hmm you're right that may be worse."

Once the speech ended, everyone clapped and they joined in, before the music started to play again, and their focus returned to each other.

Donna tried to limit the amount of family functions she invites her boyfriends to. Aside from the traditional 'meet-the-parents' dinner, she never tended to mingle her boyfriends with her family. Well, that's not entirely true, she thinks she used to do it more often when she was younger, more naive and inexperienced in her love life, thinking every relationship she had was the end-all be-all.

Mitchell was the first boyfriend in a really long time she'd broken her own rule for. It wasn't really a rule, per-say, but she was weary of mixing her love life and her family life- hadn't done it in at least five years now.. But Mitch proved her insecurities wrong so far.

Donna had little to no expectations for this wedding, but so far it had been nice.

Exactly two minutes after coming to that conclusion, Donna would soon regret her course of action of not cutting the wedding short to screw Mitch's brains out in their hotel room.

Her Great-Aunt Danielle had joined their table, and Donna smiled politely at her. Her Great-Aunt was nice as far as she recalled, if not a bit too nosey.

"You two make an adorable couple!" Danielle cooed, as she pinched Donna's cheek.

Donna hid a grimace as she rubbed her cheek. "Thanks aunt Danielle."

"How'd you two meet?" They launched into their meet-cute story that they'd perfected over this evening, with Donna gushing over Mitchell's handy-skills at one of her last plays off-broadway, and Mitchell praising her acting skills that got him to stay longer every night to talk to her.

Mitchell gave Donna a quick peck on her lips, before guiding his hand over her shoulder. Donna tensed slightly, annoyed his public display of affection was going to add fuel to fire with Aunt Danielle's obsession with her love life.

"I wouldn't be surprised if your wedding is next Donna sweety. Just look at how he clearly is in love with you!"

"Well, I'll have to convince her to marry me, first," Mitchell chuckled once again, as he gave her shoulder another gentle squeeze.

Donna felt her entire world give out under her feet. She felt her ears start to ring and her vision go fuzzy as his words loop in her mind, as her heart rate rocketed sky high, her lungs having difficulty getting air in and out.

She doesn't know why, can't believe she was doing this as she forced her paralyzed body to look across to Mitch, who looked- well, he looked in love. He was looking at her with soft eyes and a small smile, and Donna was probably looking like she might throw up at the glint of forever in eyes playing out as he stared back at her. Donna had never thought that far ahead in terms of their relationship.

Aunt Danielle spoke up just in the nick of time. "Oh, like that would be hard!" she laughed, prompting Mitchell and Donna to laugh as well. Before Donna is forced to address anything- before she feels the bile go up anymore in her throat- Aunt Danielle finally yelled over to Uncle Benjamin- leaving their table to go mingle with his table instead.

Donna swallowed down her sense of nausea as she sent Mitchell a faint curious smile, before speaking up once more. "Quite the charmer you are tonight."

"Being charming is my natural way, don't know how else to be." Donna forced out a chuckle at his repartee. "Well, you definitely laid it on thick with Great aunt Danielle, she's going to let you inherit her special glassware now from Greece, I just know it." She teased back, hoping to bury the hatchet quickly, innocently, cowardly.

Mitchell frowned at her words, and Donna instantly felt a pang of guilt and then a churn of her stomach.

"Well, no, that wasn't just for her. Donna.. I wanna be very clear here, you are… the one for me."

He exhales the confession, his eyes never leaving hers.

Once again, he's left her stunned. In fact, the air has basically been knocked from her lungs again and she needs a good couple seconds to regain her composure.

Meanwhile, Mitchell can't shut the fuck up anymore.

"I know it's only been six months, but… I know how I feel, and how I feel is that I love you. More than anyone else- ever." he declared, his eyes growing serious.

Her heart is slamming against her ribcage and the ringing in her ears is back forcing everything else to fall away. She's all he can seem to focus on – the way he's watching her with this loving and affectionate gaze, forcing her to swallow back the emotion growing in her throat. She feels the tent closing in on her, like it's about to collapse and maybe that's the reason she feels little to no air going in her lungs. Suffocation.

She should feel loved, happy, appreciated and safe under his loving gaze and words but all she feels is anxious. She feels scared, awkward, and ashamed and god- this was not how tonight was supposed to go. This is why she didn't want him to come- she was avoiding this entire ordeal. Because wedding dates are rarely casual and always serious.

He's waiting for her to say something, but she's having trouble forming any sort of coherent thought. She's trying to work it out in her head, but before she can, his smile began to fade away and she was clearly being loud with her thoughts.

"Did that… am I freaking you out?" He questioned, scratching at the back of his neck as a developing panic rolled through him.

"No," she said, hurriedly, practically forcing out the word as she vehemently shook her head. "Mitchell, I…" she began, leaning in and framing his face with her hands. "I love you," I think.. "and.. Maybe you freaked me out a little because I didn't expect any wedding dress shopping anytime soon," she forced a chuckle out of the back of her throat, thankful she wasn't dry heaving anymore. "But I'm really glad you're being so open with me." She quickly amended, because she was. She was grateful that hes being so vulnerable with her.. She wishes he wasn't more intense with his feelings right now that they were on the same page but she does appreciate his honesty, especially after the month she's had with Harvey and his half-assed remarks that say everything and mean nothing.

"Good," he responded, cutting her out of her train of thought, and she gave him a reassuring peck to seal the deal.

"Good," she repeated, feeling the complete opposite- only happy to leave the conversation behind- because she does love Mitchell, and she knows she'll reciprocate his sentiments eventually…"I love you," he tells her.

She gave him an even longer kiss, ignoring her own hatred of PDA, hoping to distract Mitchell with her wiles. "Let's get out of here." she whispered hotly into his ear and she's never seen him get up out of his chair so fast.

Three weeks later, he asks to move in with her and she breaks up with him.

—-

Donna eagerly sprints up the stairs to get to her building apartment, grinning stupidly at her and Harvey's incessant clinginess.

This was the first morning they'd agreed to not spend it lazily in bed making love for hours on end before one of them finally got up to make food, only to get back in bed and ravish each other once more.

They both used to have productive morning routines, filled with guidelines they used to follow religiously, to maintain their happiness and health. Donna used to squeeze in a pilates or yoga routine; she'd make breakfast (toast) and then coffee, before going into the shower and getting ready for her day, with another coffee to go. Harvey used to run, occasionally box, and have a fruit bowl with granola before heading out to start his day as well.

That all had gone to shit when they got together, and Donna had whined one too many times about it recently. So they agreed, this morning, despite loving waking up in each other's arms they promised one another they'd go do the things they loved before meeting up again.

Harvey had slipped out of her embrace at 5 am to go on a run, and she woke up half an hour later to go to her yoga studio she hadn't been to in ages.

They lasted exactly 30 minutes apart before texting each other. Donna never imaged Harvey would be this obsessed with her two months into their relationship, but here they were, exactly 45 minutes apart texting one another teasing messages about the last one at her apartment owing the other one breakfast- on them- leading to Donna hauling her ass from her very rewarding but very hard yoga class, running to make it the five blocks back to her apartment before him.

She wiped the bead off her sweaty forehead as she opened the door to her cool condition hallway, where Sal the doorman gave her her set of mail. "Thank you!" she bellowed back as she snatched it from his out-reaching arm, pressing the elevator button repeatedly as if it would get there faster somehow.

When she finally entered the elevator and got a chance to catch her breath, she let her hands fiddle with her mail.

Junk, junk, bill, bill, junk…

The elevator door dinged and Donna smirked winningly, assuming she had won, before she stopped dead in her tracks in front of her front door as she caught sight of the last piece of mail in her hands, which was embroidered in lace.

Before she could process the entire thing, her door opened up wide, with Harvey grinning widely at her. "Gotcha." He smirked with his eyes twinkling in mischief as he looked down at Donna who without her heels, was four inches shorter. "I was going to say get the whipped cream ready but I'm kind of curious about ma- what's wrong?" He asked with a slight frown of concern as he realized Donna still hadn't even looked up to see him teasingly throwing the maple syrup bottle around, knowing she was going to make a fit about how sticky her sheets were going to be- before relenting to his (and her) curiosity, letting him ruin yet another pair of bedsheets.

"Oh god, I completely forgot I have a wedding to go to next week." Donna's voice rang in a whiney tone as she crossed the threshold into her apartment, ignoring one of her favourite views- Harvey, sweaty, musky, and wearing a tight black t-shirt that emboldened his taut muscles and his shorts that highlighted his hunky thighs. She made a beeline to get a cup of water, irritated at the thought of having to suffer through her annoying cousin's wedding.

"You forgot an appointment? What's the date today? I wanna write this down- wait let me guess you don't know that either." Harvey sarcastically quipped as he closed the door to her place, turning around to take a look at a flustered Donna he rarely got to see.

"I've been kind of distracted lately." She sassily remarked, her voice dripping with sarcasm.

Harvey laughed at her response, grinning smugly at her point. "What's the big deal anyways?"

"The big deal? The big deal is that now I have to go to this wedding for Stephanie, my cousin completely unprepared."

Harvey frowned slightly, still confused "ok-" Donna kept talking "and I don't really like her. I'm only going because she's family, even though I'll go and I'll smile, and she'll give out a backhanded compliment about how she's 35 and getting married, and I'm wasting my baby-producing years, and ugh not to mention the tacky bridesmaid dresses, and my dad's god-awful side of his family that'll be there." Donna's rant only seemed to bewilder Harvey even more, never knowing her to nag and whine over a social obligation that was family related.

"And don't even get me started on her husband- he's a banker. Need I say more?" Harvey grinned at her little remark while simultaneously rolling his eyes at her dramatics.

"I just.." Donna took in a huge breath, finally winding down on her explanation. "I just really hate that I forgot about this. I like to mentally prepare for a torturous evening of polite family small-talk and avoiding my half-sister, who of course, will be there." Donna busied herself by grabbing her cup of water once more, fiddling with the cup's rim.

Harvey sympathized with her explanation, understanding more than anyone the urge to avoid family gatherings with a ten-foot pole. He wasn't even going to mention the s-word, which they haven't really discussed much yet, and he couldn't lie, the prospect of meeting the allusive other Paulsen after all these years of hearing horror stories that painted her into an almost mythical creature did appeal to Harvey's curiosity. He quickly shook his head at the train of thought, focusing back on his irritated girlfriend.

He slowly rounded her kitchen island to grab her hand in his, swaying it lightly to distract her.

"Hey, I know that sounds awful, but I mean- think of how much more fun I'll make it. Everything with me involved is better." Harvey joked around as he pecked Donna's clammy palm to cool her down.

Donna froze at him inviting himself to be her date.

"You- you want to come with me?"

Harvey frowned at her tone of surprise and hesitance. "Well… yeah. I mean-" Harvey swallowed, scratching the side of his neck, a tell-tale sign he was nervous, "don't you want me to?"

"No." Donna shook her head, feeling her ponytail sway along, "I mean-" Donna quickly rushed to correct herself at Harvey's crestfallen face, "I just didn't think you'd want to."

Harvey let out a quick puff on an exhale, grabbing both Donna's hands in his as he wanted to have all her attention on him, wanting to re-affirm once again that he wanted her to communicate openly with him, not just telling him what she thinks or knows he wants to hear.

"I don't want to go, but I will. For you. I mean, isn't that what relationships are all about? Suffering through obligations together to make them a little bit more bearable?"

Donna let out a reluctant snort at his attempt to lighten the mood. He was right, that is what relationships were all about. She shook her head softly in disbelief at her automatic assumption that she was alone in this. She always assumed Harvey would want the automatic-out from all these things.

It was going to take some getting used to, to see how Harvey was so ready and willing to be her partner in everything now, and she was the one playing catch-up on every stepping stone.

Donna's lost train of thought alarmed Harvey as he stood there, waiting for some sort of reaction from her. "I mean.. I don't have to go if you don't want me there. If you think it's.. Too soon or too much I understand. We've only been together for a short while, I get it."

Donna shook her head softly, knowing she was meant to take his hasty clumsy reassurance as he tried hiding his disappointment seriously- but all she felt was giddy, happy at hearing Harvey Specter practically fall over his own feet stumbling to help keep her emotionally assured. Here he was, yet again, accommodating her every want and need, putting her first. She cleared her throat, before replying.

"And miss out on your killer zingers on Stephanie's hideous bridesmaid dresses? Absolutely not." Harvey grinned as she slowly brought herself closer to him, dragging his arms to enclose her, having his palms rest in their rightful place on her hips, as her own wrapped around his neck. "You're stuck with me. Forever." She whispered the words across his lips before they shared a small yet deep kiss. She felt her heart pick up in beats, butterflies blooming all over her gut as she realized this was it, this was how right felt. This was how forever should feel.

"Promise?" he asked in between pecks. Donna nodded her agreement, happy they were on the same page- finally, despite the fact they were only a month or two in this- they were in it for good. His hands roamed her back and reached the tip of her ponytail, tugging at the tie till her hair was cascading across her back.

"Now that that crisis is averted," Donna hummed a response as she was busy dragging her lips all over Harvey's face. His chin, jawline, and lips again… "I seem to recall a certain bet you have to repay Miss Paulsen." He nipped her bottom lip with his, distracting her as his left hand left her body and grabbed the bottle of maple syrup from thin air.

Harvey smirked winningly at her as her eyes widened at the bottle he was teasingly shaking in front of her. "Oh my god that is so not happening."

"Where's your sense of adventure?"

"Um, right next to the pile of laundry I'd have to do after this little experiment."

Harvey pouted at her adamant refusal. "Don't you think I deserve a little treat for suffering through your family's dynamics next week?"

Donna raised a cajoling eyebrow at that "Hey I can entertain myself just fine on my own at that wedding, besides- maple syrup is sticky! And it dries fast, I don't see how-"

"You are so killing the vibe here." Harvey chided her in a mock-whiny tone, before he maneuvered Donna back into his personal space, searching for her lips against his again, clearly still in the mood if his roaming hands and grinding hips were an indication.

"Harvey.." Donna moaned as his tongue caressed hers, she spun them around so that she was guiding him across her kitchen, stopping for half a second at the fridge, sighing happily as Harvey nipped her neck and earlobe. She blindly reached out to her refrigerator's door handle, never letting Harvey detach from her- keeping his lips on her- while she rummaged around for what she was looking for.

Harvey didn't stop his ministrations till Donna closed the fridge with a slam with the back of her leg kicking it shut as she kept maneuvering them to her bedroom.

Harvey wordlessly asked her his question with his eyes and Donna smirked winningly as she directed his attention to her right hand.

"Right idea, wrong product execution." she waved the bottle of chocolate syrup around and Harvey laughed as he realized she was still game for their little bet.

"What're we waiting for?" He asked as he grabbed Donna by the waist, tapping her ass a little as a signal to wrap her legs around his lower torso- which she did happily with a short squeal.

"For absolutely nothing, I'm done waiting when it comes to us." That earned her a soft stare from Harvey before he slowed down his pace, taking in his future from now on, in all her glory.

"Good." Donna smiled at his wistful impression, kissing him soundly and softly.

"Good." And she meant it this time.