Donna is snuggled up on the couch, wrapped in her fluffy robe as she got freshly out of the bathtub a couple of minutes ago. With one foot propped up, she's meticulously repainting her toenails, every once in a while snatching a Haribo from the bowl on the coffee table or sipping from the glass of red wine.
Some trash TV show - her guilty pleasure - is running on the huge screen on the opposite wall, even though she's only half-heartedly paying attention right now, being too engrossed in her task at hand and also getting distracted by Harvey's animated voice in the background. A pleasant warmth spreads in her chest as she listens to his snickering.
Ever since their move to Seattle, his biweekly phone calls with Marcus have become sacred to Harvey. He never misses one, and the two brothers usually talk for hours. It's a new side of him for everyone involved, both Marcus and himself, but also Donna, who had always tried to encourage him to properly reconnect with his relatives. He'd been close to his brother before, but now that he was the only family that Harvey had left, he seemed to hold onto their relationship with everything he had. In fact, they both did, and it fills Harvey with pride to think about how far he had come in the past year.
As he's pacing around in the open-plan ground level of their town house with his phone to his ear, his gaze falls on his beautiful wife on their cream-colored couch. She looks adorable with her hair in a messy bun, the baby hair on her neck still damp and beginning to curl from the bath she took, her thick-framed reading glasses sitting on the bridge of her nose, her favorite treats draped in front of her. The soft light coming from the lit candles gives her an almost angelic aura. Harvey thinks that this sight is the epitome of domesticity, the epitome of home. His home.
A wave of love for her washes over him, and he sneaks up on her from behind, affectionately running his hand over her arm up to her shoulder, squeezing it lightly as he bends down to place a kiss on her temple. After his lips lingering there for a second or two, he straightens up again without a word and keeps wading in the direction of their study, replying to something Marcus must have said on the other end of the line. He disappears around the corner, but not without turning to look over his shoulder and shooting Donna a grin, finding her staring sheepishly at him, with hearty eyes and a sweet smile on her lips.
The intense fluttering in Donna's belly is almost making her dizzy, as she can still feel the imprint of his lips on her forehead. She squeezes her eyes shut for a moment, pausing to thank her lucky stars for this being her reality now and for having Harvey in her home and in her heart forever.