Harvey watched, horrified, as Donna held Rosie up in front of the tiny dresses hanging on the rack, placing each one in the cart that she grabbed onto.

"Donna," Harvey pleaded "she doesn't need –" 5 more outfits flew into the cart he was pushing.

Donna laughed at the expression on his face. "Don't worry, sweetie," she whispered to Rosie, "your daddy is a huge pushover."

Harvey groaned and dropped his head into his hands.

…

Arriving back at the condo with what Harvey was sure was one of everything from the department store, he stood looking at the bags and boxes that had overtaken his living room.

Donna could sense he was overwhelmed as she unloaded the groceries, watching him stare off at nothing in particular.

Emptying the last bag, she walked over to him and placed a hand on his back.

"Hey," she said softly, looking up at him, "one day at a time, remember?"

Harvey exhaled, and absent mindedly wrapped his arm around Donna's waist, pulling her into a gentle side hug.

"Thank you for being here, I don't think I could have gotten through this day without your help."

Donna stiffened at his surprise gesture. They hadn't done a whole lot of touching lately, and this was the second time today he had initiated something like this. Do not read into it, she told herself, as she replied, "Harvey, it's only 3pm, don't thank me yet."

Rosie, displeased that she was not the one receiving attention, crawled her way over to Harvey's feet and waved her tiny arms in the air.

"Someone's jealous," Harvey smirked at Donna as he bent over to scoop up the little girl. "Sorry kid," he gave Rosie a quick kiss, "she was here first."

Donna blushed, turning away from Harvey's comment. "I should get going, I've already overstayed –"

As if she knew the feeling Harvey had in his stomach at the mention of Donna leaving, Rosie's eyes filled with tears as she started to whimper, holding out her tiny arms towards Donna just as she had this morning.

Donna's heart broke, as she automatically reached for the little girl. "Hey, it's okay sweetie," she whispered, rubbing her back. "I bet you're pretty tired, huh? You've had quite a busy day."

Rosie snuggled up on her chest as Donna continued to pace around, gently rocking her.

This kid is going to be the death of me, she thought to herself. Having to deal with one needy adult Specter was hard enough, but to also get sucked into a tiny version of that…she was in for a world of confusion.

Donna placed a sleeping Rosie in her pack n play, and turned back to Harvey, who was staring at her with a wide smile.

"Well, I think it's clear that someone would prefer if you stayed, but I understand if you need to head out."

Donna looked around at everything that needed unpacking. She felt guilty at the thought of leaving him to do it all himself, knowing how overwhelmed he already was. She sighed and smiled. "We should get as much of this unpacked while she's asleep, before the rest of it gets here."

"You sure?" Harvey questioned cautiously.

Donna smiled. "Yeah, but like I said, no 1am crib building."

"Deal."

…

Donna got to work unpacking, washing, and folding the tiny clothes, so they were ready to put away when the furniture arrived. Harvey was busy organizing and assembling the other items, including a swing that hung from the ceiling that he insisted on getting. The furniture arrived piece by piece, thankfully needing less assembly than Harvey originally thought. Rosie woke up around 6pm, very ready for dinner, which Donna was more than happy to prepare, needing a break from Harvey rearranging the furniture over and over, unable to decide on the perfect location for each piece.

"Harvey," Donna called out, as she walked in the nursery an hour later, "it's getting late. I think this one could use a bath, and to get ready for bed."

Harvey smiled as he looked up at the little girl in Donna's arms, entirely covered in what he assumed were sweet potatoes.

"I filled the tub if you want to take her in."

Harvey gave a tired smile, "Yeah, let me get cleaned up." He sighed. "I've never really done this kind of thing –"

Sensing his hesitation, Donna cut in, "Me neither, but we can figure it out together."

…

Rosie was more interested in splashing her two attendants than actually getting clean. She was having the time of her life, while Harvey and Donna dodged tiny fistfuls of water and bubbles flying everywhere. By the end of it, more water was on the floor than in the tub, but all remaining sweet potatoes had been washed away.

Harvey wrapped her up in a towel with a hood and little bear ears, and held her in the mirror.

"Who's that cute little bear?" he asked softly, the little girl giggling in his arms. "Is that my Rosie bear?"

Donna stood in the doorway, taking it all in, smiling like an idiot at what had to be the cutest sight she had ever seen. Knowing someday he would appreciate looking back on these moments, Donna snapped a pic of the two of them giggling in the mirror.

*click*

Harvey turned to Donna and rolled his eyes, as Rosie let out a big yawn.

Failing to dry off her shirt that was now entirely soaked, Donna moved to take Rosie from him.

"I'm sorry about your clothes, let me grab you a sweatshirt," Harvey said, passing the baby to Donna as he walked towards his bedroom.

"It's fine, Harvey, it's just water," she pushed back.

He was already back and handing her one of his Harvard sweatshirts before she could finish.

"Thanks," she said timidly.

"I'm going to take some of these boxes down to the recycling, you good here for a few minutes?" he asked.

"Yep, I'll finish getting her ready for bed."

Harvey grabbed the pile of cardboard from the living room and was out the door.

Donna got Rosie snuggled in some pajamas, and then changed out of her wet shirt into Harvey's sweatshirt. God, it smelled just like him. She didn't know if she wanted to bury her face in it or throw up.

Scooping Rosie up, Donna made her way into the nursery. "What do you think," she said as she held out two books, "The Rainbow Fish or Goodnight Moon?"

Rosie slapped her little hand decidedly over Goodnight Moon.

"Excellent choice," she gave Rosie a kiss as she sat down in an oversized beanbag that Harvey had chosen over a more practical rocking chair.

Donna didn't even make it halfway through the book before the little girl drifted off. She cautiously climbed out of the beanbag and laid her down in her new crib, placing a soft kiss on her forehead and tracing her finger over her little cheeks.

It had been a long day.

…

Donna heard the door open and walked back out into the living room to find Harvey with a bag of takeout in one hand and a bottle of wine in the other.

"What's all this?" Donna asked, genuinely surprised with what she walked in on.

"Shitty Thai," he held up the bag in his right hand. "Not shitty wine," he held up the other.

Donna laughed, shaking her head, "You didn't have to do this, I was just about to head out. Rosie's asleep and my shirt is probably dry enough –"

"Donna, you have eaten exactly one blueberry pancake today," Harvey stated definitively. "You spent all afternoon building furniture and being terrorized by my kid, the least I could do is buy you dinner."

Donna couldn't help but smile. He was right, she was starving.

"I'm going to go say goodnight to Rosie, can you grab us two glasses?" He walked towards her, his hand lightly brushing her arm as he whispered in a low voice, "and don't even think about changing out of that sweatshirt."