Harvey read the letter over and over; hanging on every word she wrote. Tell her about me. Find someone who will love her like I did, he sighed as he took it all in.

He couldn't imagine what it was like for her to go through every day with Rosie knowing their time together was temporary. She had only come into his life yesterday, and already he couldn't imagine not having her around.

He understood why she made the choice to keep Rosie to herself; he just wished that he could have been there to support her while she was sick.

But what was done was done. Resenting Heather wasn't going to help him move forward. He was all she had now; the letter reminding him once again how little he knew about the little girl sleeping in the next room.

He read through the letter one more time, before reaching back into the envelope, pulling out a USB drive. Photos.

Pouring himself another glass of scotch, Harvey powered up his laptop and inserted the drive into the side.

A folder titled "ROSIE" popped up. Harvey clicked to open the file and smiled when he was met with 10 sub-folders, each labeled for the last 10 months.

He took a deep breath and opened "NOVEMBER 2018."

137 photos.

Copies of ultrasounds, photos of Heather before she gave birth. Harvey's heart was heavy. I should have been there, he thought.

He clicked through the next pictures, his heart bursting when a photo of a newborn Rosie came across his screen. She was so small. He thought she was little now; he couldn't believe she had ever been that tiny. He wondered what it would have been like to hold her when she was that size, he could have fit her in one hand.

He clicked on; Rosie in the car on the way home from the hospital, seemingly too small for her car seat. Photos of her in the cutest outfits, mostly sleeping, but some revealing that she had had those big brown eyes since day one.

The last photo in the folder was Rosie laying down on a blanket with a little sign that read "1 Month."

…

Harvey wanted to stay up and comb through the rest of the files, but it was after midnight, and he desperately needed sleep. Sending a few of his favorites of the first month of her life to his phone, he shut his laptop and made his way to bed.

…

Donna woke up on Saturday, still on her couch, still in Harvey's sweatshirt.

It took a minute before she recalled all of the past day's events, needing to convince herself that she didn't dream the whole thing up.

She groaned as she pulled her stiff body up off the couch. She needed some time to herself, some time to clear her head and not think about Harvey.

She answered a few emails that she missed on Friday, and booked herself a yoga class.

…

2 hours later, stepping out onto the street refreshed and looking forward to a coffee and a croissant at the bakery near her studio, Donna's phone rang.

Harvey Specter, flashed across the screen.

Well, that was short-lived, she thought, as she answered.

"Hey, is everything ok –" she barely finished her sentence when she was cut off with loud cries and a panicked Harvey.

"She won't stop crying, Donna, I don't know what to do. I changed her, I fed her, I played music, I even tried putting on one of those horrifying dancing fruit videos. Nothing is working, I'm worried something is wrong."

Donna sighed. "Harvey, babies cry, I'm sure there's nothing wrong with her. She's had a lot of changes in the last few days, she is probably just trying to adjust."

A loud wail came through the phone.

"Donna, please, I…I don't know what to do."

She paused, already knowing she would drop anything for that girl.

"I'll be there as soon as I can."

…

Letting herself into the condo, Donna was greeted by what appeared to be the aftermath of a tornado. Toys thrown into every corner, spilled milk on the counters, the entire contents of a box of Cheerios on the living room floor.

Harvey was still trying to calm a screaming Rosie when she walked in. He gave her a tired look as she walked over and scooped the girl out of his arms, her spandex leggings and top not going unnoticed.

Rosie threw herself into Donna's arms, and wrapped her tiny arms around her neck.

"Hi babygirl, I missed you," Donna whispered, giving her a big kiss, pacing around the living room.

Rosie looked up at Donna with watery eyes, before curling up into her shoulder, her cries quieting to tiny sniffles.

Okay, that was a little too easy…Donna thought to herself.

Harvey's mouth dropped open at the sight of Rosie drifting off to sleep in Donna's arms. "You have got to be kidding me."

Donna laughed, "I told you there was nothing to worry about."

Harvey sat down on the couch, assessing the disaster around him, feeling even more overwhelmed that he couldn't comfort his own daughter.

Donna sensed his weariness, and joined him on the couch, still holding the sleeping girl.

"Hey," she said quietly, "it's not your fault."

"I don't know what I'm doing, Donna, I don't know – " he trailed off, dropping his head into his hands.

"Harvey, what happened?" she asked, her voice still low to not wake up Rosie.

"I don't know, one minute she was fine, and the next –"

"No, Harvey, I mean what happened that's making you feel so guilty?" she cut in. "I thought you were feeling better last night."

He sighed, dropping his head into his palms. "I read the letter."

Donna was quiet, waiting for him to continue when he was ready. She was glad he read it; she'd be lying if she said she wasn't surprised that he didn't put it off for weeks.

"Here," Harvey said, taking the letter out of his pocket, and handing it to Donna.

"Harvey, this letter was meant for you, I don't need –"

"Please," his voice barely above a whisper.

Taking a deep breath, Donna unfolded the letter and began to read.

…

Just as he had done night before, Donna read through the letter three times before looking up at Harvey with tears in her eyes. Her heart broke for Heather. She couldn't even begin to imagine what it was like to be in that position, faced with the decisions she had to make. She held Rosie tighter, a pang of guilt coming over her when she thought about how Rosie should be spending her Saturday morning with her mom and dad; not her.

Donna let one tear escape as she handed the letter back to Harvey.

They sat in silence as Donna ran her fingers through the little girls hair, taking in everything she just read.

I hope you find someone that you can build a life with that will love her as much as I do.

Donna shook the thought out of her head.

Grabbing Harvey's hand, she said quietly, "I'm really proud of you for reading it, Harvey, I know it wasn't easy. I know you did it for her," smiling down at Rosie.

Harvey gave her hand a squeeze, and sighed. "I should have been there," he said weakly.

"I know, but that was her choice. Can you really blame her?"

"No," he sighed deeper, "I just feel like I missed so much."

Donna gave him a soft smile, "She said she included some photos, have you looked at any?"

At the mention of the pictures, a proud smile beamed across Harvey's face. "Wait here."

…

Harvey practically ran back to the couch holding his opened laptop. "Do you want to put her down in her room?" he asked Donna, who was still holding a sleeping Rosie.

Feeling more attached to the little girl than she'd like to admit, she adjusted her slightly in her arms, giving Harvey a small smile, "We're comfortable."

…

Harvey clicked through all 137 photos of Rosie's first month, while Donna watched, smiling at his commentary. She knew he would never forgive himself for missing out on the first part of her life, but she hoped these memories that Heather shared would put him at ease.

Rosie began to stir as Harvey made it to the end of the first album.

Harvey braced himself for more screaming, but when Rosie opened her eyes, she gave Donna a big smile upon realizing she was still safely in her arms.

Breathing a similar sigh of relief, Donna turned to Harvey, "I should get going, I have some stuff I need to catch up on from yesterday."

Harvey, still anxious from the earlier meltdown, was hesitant, "Can we at least walk you? We can grab something to eat on the way; I have to imagine we interrupted your post-yoga croissant."

Donna smiled and shook her head, "Sure."

…

Stopping at a bakery on their walk, Rosie was thrilled to cover herself entirely in powdered sugar and jelly from a donut that (with Harvey's prompting) she selected off of the menu.

The two adults watched while they sipped their coffee, wondering out loud how it was possible for someone to still be so adorable, while being so, so dirty.

When there was no where else on her body to schmear jelly, Donna grabbed the diaper bag and scooped her up.

"I'm going to get her cleaned up, wanna grab the check?"

Harvey nodded, smiling at Rosie in her arms, diaper bag over her shoulder, workout clothes, and her hair thrown up in a ponytail. She was always dressed beautifully; heels and perfectly tailored dresses, but he thought this might be one of her best looks yet.

…

After giving Rosie a full wipe down, new diaper, new outfit, Donna looked at herself in the mirror.

Oh, God, she thought to herself, slightly embarrassed about how disheveled she looked.

Tossing Rosie on her left hip and the diaper bag over her right arm, she pushed opened the door to the bathroom, and froze when she was greeted with a familiar face standing just outside.

"Mike?"

…

Note: Thank you to everyone who has read this far and has left a review. It truly means so much that people are reading and keeping up with this story, and it's even more incredible that people take the time to leave nice comments and feedback. I am so appreciative, and can't wait for everyone to see where this goes. (I also can't wait to see what happens because I am absolutely making this up as I go.)