Harvey spent the car ride back to his condo staring at the sleeping girl in the backseat next to him. He knew she had the same deep brown eyes as him, but her hair was lighter; a honey blonde with curls that fell lightly around her face. He knew Heather had been beautiful, but he felt guilty that he couldn't fully remember her features. He looked at her nose – so small; she looked like a doll laying so still. Her pink little lips were slightly opened as she breathed deeply in her sleep.

When they arrived home it was almost 11pm. With Pete's help, they had managed to get Rosie changed into pajamas before putting her in the car, and she somehow stayed asleep as Harvey carried her and her belongings up to the condo.

He unfolded the pack-n-play next to the couch, and gently lifted her out of her car seat, placing a quick kiss on her forehead before laying her down inside, along with a stuffed bear she had been holding onto in the car.

Seeing her in his condo, with nothing around for her, overwhelmed him with guilt. Again, he was reminded that he was nothing more than a stranger to her, and she was going to wake up in a new place without her mom. Tomorrow, he promised himself, he would order the best crib he could find, and tear apart his spare room to give her the nursery she deserved.

Glancing over to make sure she was still asleep, Harvey got up and poured himself a glass of scotch, taking a long sip and allowing the burn to bring feeling back to his body. Sitting back down on the couch, he dropped his head into his hands, and for the first time that night, allowed himself to breakdown.

He had felt every emotion in those last few hours – confusion, anger, betrayal, guilt. He was terrified. He cried for himself; for the kind of person Heather must have thought he was to keep Rosie from him, and selfishly, for the sudden upheaval of the life he was comfortable with. He cried for Rosie; that her whole life had changed, and she couldn't understand; that she would grow up not knowing her mom. He cried for Heather; that she knew every day that she wasn't going to be around to watch her daughter grow up. He let himself feel every emotion, until he drifted off to sleep on the couch.

...

Harvey was jolted out of his sleep and back into reality by a high-pitched scream. He jumped up to comfort what he assumed to be a crying Rosie, only to find that she had pulled herself up on the edge of her pack-n-play and was staring over the top at Harvey with the same wide grin as the night before.

"Really?" he said teasingly as he bent down to scoop her up, "that's how you want to start our first morning together girlfriend?"

She responded by sticking her tongue out at him before curling up into his shoulder.

"Oh god, girls got sass," he mused. "I am definitely in trouble with you."

All things considered, Harvey could hardly believe how comfortable she was with him. She hadn't cried at all the night before, despite being up much later than a baby should, and she woke up happier than most adults he'd ever seen. He laid a blanket down on the floor to change her, making a mental note to add a handful of other items to his immediate necessities list. Swapping her PJs for a loose cotton dress, he placed her back on the blanket, only to have her pop herself up and take off crawling towards the kitchen at a speed Harvey was not prepared for.

"Shit," he murmured to himself, as he snatched her up before she made it to the barstool. "Back to baby jail while I find you something to eat."

...

His basic baby knowledge coupled with the dozens of questions he had asked Pete last night led him to deduce that scrambled eggs and strawberries would be the perfect breakfast for any 10 month old.

"Alright Rosie girl, lets see how we like daddy's cooking," he said as he freed her from her captivity and placed her on his lap back on the couch. Highchair added to the list of items he would order today.

The previously sweet attitude he was musing over moments before suddenly turned sour as a fistful of strawberries went flying across the floor, coupled with a glare from a very pouty face and eyes filling with tears.

"No strawberries? Really? You sure you're my kid?" Harvey joked as he kissed Rosie on her forehead, hoping to ward off a full-blown tantrum.

He was unsuccessful.

She burst into tears, and Harvey let the plate with the remaining food fall to the ground as he rushed to comfort her in both arms, the loud noise only adding to her discontent.

"Shit," he was in over his head. He didn't know what had made her upset, how could he know how to fix it? He scooped her up and began pacing around the room. "It's okay sweet girl, it's okay," he whispered as her sobs continued. He picked up the stuffed bear - she pushed it away and cried louder. "We were doing so well," Harvey sighed, "I wish you could tell me what you need."

He paced around for another few minutes, with no luck soothing her. As he walked over to the windows, his record player caught his eye. Shifting Rosie to his left arm, he flipped the switched and gently placed the needle on the spinning surface.

Soft saxophone filled the room, and Harvey began swaying with Rosie to the sound.

"This is your grandpa Gordon," Harvey whispered as he continued rubbing circles on Rosie's back, "He would have loved to meet you." Tears stung his eyes thinking about what his dad would have said when he found out Harvey had a daughter. "He tried his best to be a good dad for me, just like I'm going to do for you."

As the first song ended, her cries turned into sniffles and she snuggled up against his chest, closing her eyes and drifting off to sleep. When he was sure she was out, he placed her on the couch wrapping her up in a blanket, ensuring she couldn't roll away, while he assessed the mess that somehow now covered his entire living room.

Breathing a sigh mixed with both defeat and relief, he looked at the clock: 8:12am. Only 8am and he felt like he had been awake for an entire day. His dad's music still playing in the background, he let his thoughts start to drift to his mother. He would have to tell her eventually. She would be over the moon; she'd want him to come visit more. She'd probably come to New York whenever she could get a few days off work – shit.

Work.

It was Friday, and for the first day in a decade, he hadn't even thought about the firm. He had a deposition at 10, lunch with a client at noon, and 4 back to back calls filling the rest of the day. Shit.

Picking up his phone he sent the only text he could manage. She wasn't his secretary anymore, but she was the only person he could trust to handle his absence today; he didn't need the others asking questions.

"Donna, please reschedule all of my meetings today. Have a family thing to deal with."

Not entirely a lie; but he hoped the text held just enough of the truth to keep her from trying to figure out what was really going on.

...

A violent knock on his door 30 minutes later proved him wrong.

A sleepy Rosie began to stir at the noise as Harvey braced for her crying to restart, but he exhaled as she instead stuck out her little arms for him to pick her up. He knew Donna had a key, and if she was here, that meant that she already knew he was lying, and that if he didn't answer that she would gladly let herself in.

With no way out of the situation, he scooped up the aforementioned family thing, who's smile gave him a little boost of courage to face reality. He wished he had more time with her before he had to introduce her to the world, but if he was going to start with anyone at the firm, he was glad it was the redhead on the other side of the door.

"Well Rosie girl, it looks like today is your lucky day," he said as he propped her up in his arms, moving towards the door. Brushing her curls out of her face, he whispered, as if to tell the little girl a very important secret, "It's the day you get to meet Donna."