Note: I'm so sorry for my delay! I have been totally swamped in real life and hate that it's taken me so long to write. Here is a quick update so you know I haven't forgotten about you. Thank you for still being here.

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They could not catch a fucking break.

After the chaos of the holidays, as special as they were, Donna once again found herself home with a sick Rosie. What is the point of paying for daycare when all she does is go there to get sick? They thought to themselves regularly, both exhausted with the back and forth.

While Donna loved the time at home filled with snuggles on the couch, storytime, and lots of naps, she missed work. Since Rosie's arrival, she had taken more time off than she had in her entire career. Before, Harvey could barely function when she'd leave early on a Friday for a friend's wedding or for a quick visit to see family, and now with her away from the firm for days at a time, she knew it was wearing on him too.

Wearing on him so much so, that on day 3 of Rosie's stomach bug, Donna ended up with two sick babies in her house.

"Donnaaaaa," Harvey called, his voice echoing from where his head rested on the edge of the toilet.

Rushing to the bathroom at the sound of her name, she couldn't help but laugh at the sight of her ever-so-tough Harvey curled up on the floor.

"This is worse than any hangover I've ever had," he said, rubbing his forehead.

Donna rolled her eyes as she knelt down to gently rub his back as he groaned in dramatic despair.

"Well, you refused to take any medicine, or follow any of the other doctor's orders for that matter," she retorted.

"Medicine is for the weak," he murmured, his head resting against the wall.

"Medicine is what is going to allow your daughter to go back to daycare tomorrow," she pushed back.

Harvey's eyes opened slightly and a smirk crept across his face, "So what I'm hearing is I can have a whole day at home in bed with y – " before he could finish his smug comment he launched himself towards the toilet, emptying the contents of his stomach.

Donna shook her head as she continued rubbing his back, "Not if you keep that up, cowboy."

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Of course, despite his theatrics, Harvey was better within 24 hours. ("It was nothing, I was barely even sick," he'd say as he returned to the office the next day).

But it was no surprise that after days of being surrounded by sickness, Donna was the next to fall.

Insisting that she was fine to stay home by herself, she sent Rosie with Harvey to drop off at daycare, leaving Donna to have what she realized was one of the first days she'd spent alone in months.

Despite feeling under the weather, she took this opportunity to do some cleaning, organizing, laundry, and online shopping. She had had enough of laying around over the last week, and was determined to put her compulsory day off to good use.

Feeling slightly better as the day went on, she texted Harvey asking him to pick up a pizza on the way home. Bread, cheese, sauce, that had to be a safe bet for all of them.

Her day of solitude came to an end around 7pm when Rosie's happy babbles entered the condo, a "mama pizza!" greeting her as Harvey brought her over to the couch, arms reaching for her as if they had been separated for more than just a few hours.

"Thank you baby!" she said, placing a big kiss on the little girls cheek as she took her into her arms. She enjoyed her day alone, but she wouldn't trade anything for the moments spent with her daughter.

"Doesn't really look like you rested, but I'll take that as a sign that you're feeling better?" Harvey question as he surveyed the drastic difference in appearance of their home from when he left that morning.

"Not 100%, but once I got my appetite back, all I could think about were those yellow tomatoes," she eyed the pizza box in his hand.

"Weirdo," he said as he took Rosie from her arms, giving her a quick kiss before disappearing into the nursey.

The smell of the pizza made Donna's stomach growl. She was starving after only managing to eat half of a bagel for lunch.

Closing her eyes as she sunk her teeth into a slice, the mood of her stomach did a 180 as the acidity of the tomatoes sent her running for the sink.

Hearing the commotion, Harvey ran into the kitchen as she was wiping off her face, disappointment in her eyes.

"Hey," he started as he made his way over to her, "you okay?"

"Ughhh," she groaned as she let her head fall into his chest, "I was feeling so much better."

"Hey, you've had a long week, I'm sure you'll be feeling great tomorrow after you get a good night's sleep," he pressed a kiss into her forehead.

"All I wanted were those tomatoes," she sniffled as tears pooled in her eyes.

Taken aback by the desperation in her voice, Harvey pulled back and tilted her chin up, her teary eyes meeting his. "Donna, are you crying over tomatoes?"

"Maybe," she sniffled, dropping her gaze to the floor.

Harvey couldn't hold back a smile; she was adorable, even when she was upset.

"Yeah," he let out a laugh, "it's definitely time for bed."