Note: Thank you so much to everyone who has left kind reviews, and to everyone who has read this far – it means a lot to know that people out there are enjoying the trash that has been living in the depths of my brain for months.

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They ordered the big stuff online; bedroom furniture, stroller, high chair. Harvey picked it all himself, with the help of the little girl in his lap. He pulled up the two best options for each item side by side on the screen, and bought whichever one Rosie pointed to, Donna laughing as he prompted Rosie for her selections.

"Harvey, you know she has no idea what she's doing, right?"

"Okay, first of all, she's definitely a genius," he defended, "and second, this is in case she decides she hates it once she can talk. I'm just going to tell her she's outta luck because she was the one who picked it out. Plausible deniability."

She rolled her eyes at his response, but seeing Harvey like this filled her with so much joy. She knew she had been smiling like an idiot all morning, but she didn't care. Rosie was bringing out a side of Harvey that not many people got to see, and even though the circumstances were awful, she was grateful that little girl came into his life. Such a softy, she thought.

…

After giving Harvey shit for his lack of food, Donna put herself in charge of groceries. She also wasn't entirely sure what a 10 month old should be eating, but she wasn't going to let that lack of confidence show after the lecture she gave him about his fridge being filled with exclusively beer and expired salad dressings. Placing a very large order (and scheduling it to repeat weekly) she turned to Harvey who had just shut his laptop.

"Feeling better?" she asked, as she made her way back over to the couch.

"I'll feel better once it's all here. They said 5pm at the latest for the delivery, and then however long it will take to put it all together –" he rubbed his forehead.

"Harvey," Donna gently grabbed his arm "it doesn't have to all be done today. People spend months doing something you want to do in a few hours, don't put that kind of pressure on yourself."

"She deserves to feel at home here," he sighed. "I need to give her that. I want her to be comfortable."

Donna let out a laugh as she motioned towards Rosie, laying on her blanket holding a book, upside down, over her head, while her head rested on a stuffed bunny. "I think she's made herself right at home."

Harvey gave an unconvincing smile. "You know what I mean."

"I do, Harvey, and I know that you are going to build the most incredible space for her. But trying to assemble a crib at 1am isn't going to help either of you, don't rush it."

He nodded. He knew she was right. She was always right.

"We have a couple hours before the groceries get here, do you want to head out and grab the other stuff, or do you want to take a break?" she asked cautiously.

"I would love to eat something," he stated, realizing it was almost noon and he hadn't eaten all morning.

"Well, you definitely can't do that here," she retorted, "want me to order something? Bagels?"

Pausing for a moment, Harvey looked at Rosie, and back to Donna.

"What do you say we take her out?"

…

"You could have picked somewhere a little...cleaner." Donna observed as she used a baby wipe on the surface in front of Rosie, who was seated in a highchair between the two of them.

"It's a diner; it's a perpetually sticky place. I'm learning that babies are also perpetually sticky. It's actually perfect if you think about it."

Donna rolled her eyes.

It wasn't just a diner, it was their diner. Never in a million years did she expect the two of them to be back here. Not to mention with a baby. A baby that wasn't hers. She allowed that last thought to slip in before shaking it all off and turning her attention back to the menu.

Just as he had done with the furniture earlier, Harvey held the menu in front of Rosie, prompting her to select a meal.

Her little finger stretched and tapped the page, and Harvey read, "Double bacon cheeseburger. Good choice, kid. Medium rare?"

Donna shook her head and laughed at the two of them. "Maybe we start with a pancake," she ran her hand through Rosie's curls.

…

Harvey ordered the burger, insisting that Rosie would feel slighted if he didn't get what she chose, and Donna got blueberry pancakes, which she was cutting up into bite-sized pieces when their waiter came to refill their coffee.

"Your daughter is so cute!" she exclaimed. "And she's so well behaved; you two must be doing something right."

Donna looked down at her plate, once again feeling like she was intruding on a moment that wasn't meant for her.

Harvey, noticing her discomfort, reached across the table and grabbed her hand, before turning back to the waitress with a proud smile. "Thank you, we're very lucky."

She was certain her heart stopped. What the hell was that –

But it was over before she could think anything else. He gave her hand a knowing squeeze before letting go and getting back into his burger.

She placed a few pieces of pancake in front of Rosie and tried to hide any evidence that she had been affected by his touch.

Seemingly unphased, Harvey, mouth full of burger, mumbled "what's on the list for this shopping trip?"

She let out a breath that she didn't realize she'd been holding in. "Well," she started, "basic things; diapers, wipes, stuff for the bath, plastic bowls for her to throw around when she's mad she has to eat your cooking," she smirked. "Some fun stuff too. And of course, clothes. Cute dresses. Maybe some shoes…"

"Donna, she can't even walk, she doesn't need shoes."

"Don't you listen to him, babygirl," Donna said playfully as she offered Rosie a piece of pancake. "You can never have too many shoes."

Ignoring the statement that was surely going to bankrupt him in the near future, he looked across the table at what was left of the pancakes. "Donna you're not even giving her the best part!"

She didn't have time to respond before Harvey's spoon flew across the table and directly into the pile of whipped cream on the plate.

"Harvey!"

Ignoring Donna again, he held out the whipped cream and Rosie took a big bite, getting it all over the end of her nose. Before she even swallowed the first bite, she grabbed Harvey's hand, pulling the spoon back for seconds.

*click*

Harvey looked up to see Donna with her phone pointed at the scene that was unfolding.

"Donna, you know I don't like –"

"Oh, come on, Harvey," she interjected. "You have to take pictures with her now before she grows up and realizes how embarrassing you are."

"What are you talking about? She's going to think I'm cool. I'm definitely going to be a cool parent."

"You saying that out loud is enough of a reason for me to believe that you definitely will not be."

Displeased with the absence of more whipped cream, Rosie gave Donna some pouty eyes and pointed towards the plate.

Donna rolled her eyes and sighed. "Now look what you did; she's going to expect this kind of princess treatment every day," Donna joked as she scooped up the whipped cream and delivered it to her tiny mouth, fully knowing that Harvey would spoil his daughter until the day he died.

*click*

Donna's eyes went wide.

"Now we're even."