Sunday came and went with no word from Harvey. She deep cleaned her apartment, took care of all of her dry cleaning, ordered her favorite pasta, and ended the day on her couch with a bottle of red wine.

Despite trying to put some distance between herself and the situation, she couldn't help but scroll through the pictures she had taken of Harvey and Rosie as she poured herself another glass. God, she loved that girl.

…

As Donna was getting ready for work Monday morning after another restless night sleep, her phone pinged with a text from Harvey.

"Someone's ready for her first day of daycare."

A picture of a smiling Rosie dressed in little black leggings, an oversized maroon sweater, and tiny booties filled her screen. It was one of the first outfits Donna had grabbed for her when they were shopping.

Donna smiled stupidly at how adorable the little girl looked.

"She's definitely ready. But are you?" she texted back.

"Not a chance." Was his reply.

She shook her head smiling, and put her phone down.

"Did you know there was a daycare on the 26th floor?" he texted again.

"I may have heard something about it once." She rolled her eyes. She knew there was a daycare in their office building. She may or may not have signed Harvey up for their email list, knowing he would be totally lost trying to figure it out on his own. She didn't want to overstep, but she had a feeling he would feel better leaving Rosie somewhere if he knew she was close.

"Thank you, Donna. Do you want to meet us there?"

Donna stiffened at his invitation. Despite having a day to herself, she was still feeling overwhelmed. She knew she should say no, but she knew why Harvey was asking. She knew he would be emotional leaving her, even if he wouldn't say it out loud.

She sighed as she replied, "What time?"

…

When the doors opened on the 26th floor, Donna was greeted with a sight that made her feel weak. Harvey was standing outside the entrance to the daycare in his classic Tom Ford suit, with Rosie in one arm, the two of them looking out the window. He was pointing at something and talking to her, smiling as she babbled something back.

She didn't think Harvey could look better in a suit than he already did, but Rosie was the perfect accessory. She felt like she was going to pass out as she walked towards them.

Hearing her heels click down the hall, Harvey turned to see Donna approach in a classic black, long-sleeved dress that fell just above her knees.

Before he could say anything, Rosie squealed and threw her tiny arms toward the redhead.

"Hi pretty girl!" Donna exclaimed, giving Rosie a big kiss as she scooped her into her arms. "Are you excited for your big day?" With Rosie in her arms, Donna felt like a piece of her was back where it belonged. She didn't know how having this little girl in her life could simultaneously be so comforting, yet so suffocating.

Harvey beamed at the sight of the two of them together. Rosie adored Donna, and his heart warmed at how sweet their interactions were; like the two of them had been doing it forever.

Donna could feel Harvey's eyes on her as she giggled with the little girl.

"You ready?" she asked, looking up.

Harvey sighed. "No."

"Harvey," Donna squeezed his arm, "She's going to be fine. She's just going to be a few floors down if you want to come see her during the day."

He knew she was right. He nodded and silently motioned towards the entrance. Donna followed him in, still carrying Rosie. Harvey softly placed a hand on her lower back as they approached the front desk.

"Good morning!" The young girl at the desk greeted them. "You must be Mr. and Mrs. Specter," she started. "My name is Amy, we spoke on the phone."

Donna's stomach flipped. Before she could correct her, Harvey held out his hand, "Nice to meet you, Amy."

Without a free hand, Donna smiled and nodded towards the girl.

"And this must be Rosie!" The little girl in Donna's arms gave her a big smile.

"We're so excited to have her join us. Do you have a few minutes for me to show you around?"

"That would be great."

…

Hand still on her lower back, Harvey and Donna followed Amy around the floor, seeing the different rooms for different age groups, where Rosie would be spending her time playing, napping, etc.

When it was finally time to leave her, Donna understood why Harvey was reluctant. She knew it was one of the best daycares in the city, but her heart ached having to leave her with strangers.

Sensing her hesitation, Harvey leaned in closer to Donna, "You can always come see her too."

She gave him a soft smile as she gave Rosie a quick kiss before passing her to Harvey.

"Alright babygirl, be a good girl for Miss Amy today." He said sweetly to Rosie, planting a soft kiss on her cheek. "We'll be back before you know it."

He handed the little girl over to Amy, who happily started babbling to her new friend.

His heart was heavy, but he knew it was time.

Donna comfortingly looped her arm through Harvey's as they turned to leave.

Glancing back at Rosie as they opened the door to leave, Amy took the little girl's arm and moved it up and down in a waving motion. "Say bye to mommy and daddy!"

…

Mommy.

The word hit her like a ton of bricks. She froze, as the door closed behind her. Her eyes slowly shutting, as she struggled to take a breath.

"Donna… -" Harvey started, seeing the effect the words had had on her.

"It's fine."

He swallowed hard, "I should have –"

"I said it's fine," she snapped, eyes still closed, her hands gripping at the sides of her dress while she tried to collect herself.

Shit, he thought. He let it go too far.

"I should have been more clear –"

"Yeah well, clarity has never been your strong suit," she huffed, opening her eyes, revealing tears threatening to fall.

Harvey's heart shattered. He hated seeing her upset, hated even more that it was his fault.

He reached for her, but he put her hand up to stop him. "No, Harvey..." she trailed off. "I need some space."

She pushed past him and headed for the elevator, leaving a defeated Harvey unable to move. When she made it to the lobby, she pulled out her phone to text the one person who would understand how she was feeling.

"Hey Rach – have time for breakfast?"