Harvey disappeared into Rosie's room, leaving Donna frozen in the middle of the kitchen.

All day he had been acting differently with her. She poured two glasses of wine and set them on the living room table, unpacking the takeout containers.

He just found out he had a kid 24 hours ago, this isn't about you, she told herself. He's clearly losing it.

Taking a big sip of wine, Donna lowered her head into her hands and exhaled loudly.

"You okay?" Harvey asked as he walked back into the room, causing her to jolt up.

"Fine, yeah," she stuttered, "Just tired. Is she still asleep?"

"Out like a light," he said plopping himself down on the couch next to her.

They ate in silence, both replaying the events of the last 12 hours in their minds.

Harvey refilled their wine before getting up to clear their plates. Donna looked around the condo that was now covered with baby items. The swing, the padded floor mat covered in toys, a little walker that she was certain Harvey would rip the batteries out of as soon as Rosie figured out how to use it. She picked up the stuffed bunny that was on the couch and straightened the little bow around its neck.

Harvey returned to the couch, watching Donna fidget with the toy.

"Can you believe I have a kid?" he asked softly with a hint of disbelief.

Donna smiled, no, I absolutely cannot, she thought to herself. Out loud, she turned to him and said matter-of-factly "well, statistically speaking, Harvey, it shouldn't be a total surprise. Rosie could have a whole slew of siblings out there with the way you've gotten around over the years."

Harvey's mouth dropped open. He was expecting a little more empathy when he asked his rhetorical question, but his lips slowly curved into a smile when he saw the sass on her face.

"That's true," he said leaning back into the couch, "you got any I should know about?" he raised his eyebrow.

"Ugh, yes, and he's at the age where he really isn't listening to me anymore, so I was actually hoping you could take over," she quipped in her signature Donna tone, nose slightly scrunched.

Harvey laughed into his glass of wine. She had a comeback for everything. He looked down into his glass as an image of a 12 year old boy with red hair and freckles quickly slipped in and out of his mind.

"In all seriousness, Harvey, I think Rosie coming into your life is the best thing that's ever happened to you," she said, noticing his mind was elsewhere.

He gave her a tired smile, "She's pretty great, isn't she?"

"She's perfect," Donna replied. "Can't give you much credit for that yet, but after today I have no doubt that the two of you are going to be just fine."

Harvey smiled, "We made a pretty good team today."

Donna's stomach twisted. "You say that like you're surprised," she raised an eyebrow with a little bit of an attitude. He's had a few glasses of wine, he's just being –

"I know, but this is…different."

Yeah, playing house with your surprise baby is definitely different, she thought to herself.

"I should get going," she stated, standing up from the couch.

Harvey breathed a sigh of defeat as he watched her grab her purse. He stood up to walk her to the door.

"I know I said it before, but I really can't thank you enough for being here today," Harvey said softly as she was about to leave. "I wouldn't have been able to get all of this done without you. And Rosie clearly loves you already; she's lucky to have you. We both are."

Donna blushed as she gave Harvey's arm a squeeze, "I'm here for whatever you guys need. Goodnight, Harvey."

…

Donna walked into her apartment, dropped her bag on the ground and walked directly to the bottle of wine on the counter. Pouring herself a large glass, she walked to the living room and allowed herself to sink into her couch, closing her eyes and reflecting on what the fuck happened today.

Harvey had a daughter. A beautiful, sweet, girl, that looked at Donna with the same big brown eyes that made her weak. A daughter that belonged to him, and only him. She never expected to see Harvey as a dad, but there was a time where she allowed herself to think about it. The two of them, a little girl with red curls or a boy with those same brown eyes. But she'd push those thoughts out of her mind as soon as they would creep in.

As she lay on the couch, she found herself missing Rosie. Her sweet smile, the way she felt so comfortable curled up in her arms, like the two of them fit perfectly. She had only known this kid for 12 hours and she already held such a big place in her heart. She's not yours, she reminded herself.

Her mind drifted to Harvey; the hand holding, the hug, the touching…she pushed it out of her mind. This is what they did, blurred lines and pushed boundaries. It didn't mean anything.

She threw back her remaining wine, and allowed herself to drift off to sleep on the couch.

…

Harvey stood over Rosie's crib, watching her as she slept peacefully. He still couldn't fully believe she was real. It had only been 24 hours since he brought her home, but somehow he felt like she'd been his forever. Placing a soft kiss on her forehead, he grabbed the baby monitor and went to pour himself a glass of scotch.

He suddenly felt alone in the condo. Looking around, he couldn't believe everything they were able to accomplish in one day. She really can do it all, he thought.

The envelope on the end table caught his eye. He took a deep breath as he picked it up and unsealed it. He wasn't ready, but he knew he never would be, and he owed it to his daughter to read what her mother had left him.

It was time to get some answers.