Taking a deep breath in, Harvey unlocked the door and pulled it opened to find a very impatient Donna standing there wearing…jeans?

"Donna, I know we've been making a lot of changes at the firm but if you wanted to have causal Fridays at the office, I would have preferred you ran it by me first." Harvey said with a smirk.

But Donna didn't hear a single word he said. Her gaze was locked in on the same pair of brown eyes that turned his world upside down the night before.

"Harvey…" she started, not taking her eyes off the little girl in his arms.

But no more words came out. When she barreled across town after reading his text (that she immediately detected as a lie) the last thing she expected to be greeted with was a baby.

His baby.

She didn't need him to tell her the baby was his; she knew those eyes anywhere. Eyes that could cut through you with rage, or melt your heart with a smile, both of which she had been a victim of for over a decade. She was a beautiful little girl, Donna thought, the least surprising thing in this situation. Of course Harvey's kid was a knock out. Seeing the two of them together…she didn't know what kind of feeling was coming over her. Was he a …hot dad? They had spent time together at birthday parties and baseball games with his niece and nephew over the years, but how could he look so natural holding this tiny version of himself in his arms?

Jesus Christ, Donna, get a fucking grip. She thought to herself.

But she couldn't keep her thoughts from continuing to race. She had so many questions. She wondered who her mother was. Oh god, she was probably there inside the condo and she was intruding -

All of a sudden feeling excruciatingly out of place standing in the doorway, she blurted out, "Sorry, do you have company, I – I can go –"

Before Harvey could answer, the little girl threw both of her tiny arms towards Donna and began to babble in her direction.

Oh no, this is...too much... she thought. She was sure the panic was all over her face.

"It seems like someone would like you to stay," Harvey said as he held out Rosie towards her. "And after the episode we had at breakfast, I would think twice before making her mad."

Okay, Donna thought, just take the baby. Just scoop this mini-Harvey into your arms like it's nothing. Like you'd do any other normal Friday morning. Just a regular baby. Totally normal situation.

Pulling herself together, she snatched Rosie out of Harvey's arms, and quipped, "Well based on the amount of cooking that you've done in your life, I can hardly blame her if it didn't meet her expectations."

Harvey rolled his eyes as Donna paraded Rosie towards the couch.

"I'll have you know that she was given a gourmet meal of scrambled eggs and strawberries, the latter, decidedly not a favorite."

"Not a fan of strawberries? You sure she's your kid?" Donna retorted.

Shit, that was probably too much, she thought. "Sorry, that wasn't – "

But Harvey was already laughing. "Trust me, she and I have already had that conversation."

…

Smiling, Donna looked down at Rosie who was content in her arms, and back over to Harvey, signaling to let him take the lead on how he wanted the impending conversation to go.

Understanding her pause, he took a big breath and said, "Where should we start?"

Donna replied, "You could start by telling me her name."

A smile crossed his face as he answered, "Rosie. Rosie Specter."

Seeing the pride flash across Harvey's face, Donna smiled and looked back down at the little girl, gently sweeping her curls across her forehead.

"Hi Rosie," she spoke softly, "I'm Donna. It's so nice to meet you, sweet girl."

…

Harvey told her everything. About the call from Pete, the pull that he felt to get to his office. About seeing Rosie for the first time, and instantly knowing she was his. About Heather, her cancer, her tightly wrapped plan to make sure her daughter was taken care of when she was gone. About the letter she left him that he couldn't bring himself to open. About his breakdown when they were finally home.

Harvey was always honest with Donna, but this was a whole new level. She listened intently, with tears in her eyes, holding Rosie tighter as he tried to find the words to explain the emotions he had felt over the last 12 hours. She was in disbelief. She had been, since he opened the door, but hearing the full story from him broke her heart.

When he finished, exhausted and emotionally drained, they sat in silence while Donna took it all in.

"Harvey…I don't know what to say. I'm so so sorry…"

"I have no idea what I'm doing; I have no idea what I'm going to do. I don't know the first thing about being a parent," he whispered softly.

"Hey," Donna moved to sit next to him on the couch, Rosie reaching for him as she sat, "this is all new. It's going to take time, and you have time. You have friends, you have family who will be there for you as you adjust. But by the way that this little girl looks at you, and the way you light up talking about her, there is no doubt in my mind that you are going to be the best damn father this city has ever seen."

"Thank you, Donna," he said genuinely before continuing, "how did you know my text was BS?"

"Other than 'because I'm Donna' ?" she smirked, "I was on the phone with Marcus when you texted me. He was trying to figure out if you were still planning on going to Boston for the baseball game next weekend. He said he called you last night and again this morning and you weren't answering."

Shit. "Donna, you didn't say anything – "

"No. He seemed to be blissfully unaware of whatever "family thing" was happening, so I just told him know I'd let him know you called."

"Thank you," he breathed a heavy sigh of relief.

"I'm sorry for showing up unannounced; I was still at home getting ready, but I just felt like something was…off," she admitted.

"Hence the denim," Harvey observed, raising his eyebrow.

Ignoring his comment about her wardrobe choice, Donna turned the conversation back to him. "Speaking of getting ready, you look like you could use a shower." she gave Harvey a once-over. "You had a long night; I can watch Rosie while you take a few minutes to get yourself cleaned up."

"Donna," he protested, "you don't have to do that – "

"Harvey," she deadpanned, "you have strawberries in your hair."