"My wife."

The words rang in Donna's ears as she looked at the scene in front of her. She was frozen where she stood, eyes lingering on the two of them; Rosie perched on Harvey's raised knee, with a small box in her tiny outstretched arm. A dozen of her friends watching in silence, but she swore she was in another world.

"Mama?"

The little voice broke her out of her trance and she melted to the floor in what she was sure was slow motion, Harvey pulling her towards him as she sunk down.

Unable to speak, she reached for the little box with her free hand, before taking Rosie into her arms. "Thank you baby," she whispered giving her a soft kiss.

Looking back up to Harvey, she found him staring at her with same wide, eager grin.

"Hi," she said softly, her voice barely above a whisper.

She didn't know how Harvey's smile could get any bigger, but somehow it did.

"Hi?" he huffed out a laugh, "Donna, I'm no expert at proposals but I think this is the part where – "

"Yes," she exhaled, eyes still locked in on his.

"Yeah?" he questioned, still beaming at his ability to render her speechless.

She didn't have any more words in her; all she could do was nod as the tears started to fall.

Harvey took the box from her hand. Taking the ring out, he slipped it on her finger as she stared silently at his motions. "Then I guess this matter is settled."

Donna let out a laugh that was mixed with a sob as she threw herself into Harvey's arms, Rosie squealing as she was comfortably squeezed between the two of them.

Their audience burst into cheers and applause as they were pulled back into reality.

…

Champagne was poured, birthday cake was eaten, and Donna couldn't stop smiling.

As the two of them lay on the couch after their friends had left, Rosie sleeping soundly after her big day, Donna fidgeted with the ring on her finger.

"My mom brought it over when she came that first weekend."

Donna turned to meet his gaze.

"I've wanted to give it to you every day since."

"I'm glad you waited," she smiled, "Today was perfect."

"Have you thought about what kind of wedding you'd want?"

Donna laughed, "Harvey, I haven't had time to think about anything in the last two months."

Harvey pulled her closer, "Start thinking," he placed a kiss on her head, "I don't want to wait another 12 years to make you my wife."

Donna rolled her eyes, "You're an idiot."

…

But there wasn't time to think about the wedding.

The week following Rosie's birthday was met with chaos at the firm, coupled with a double ear infection and RSV picked up at day care for the little girl.

With Donna at home while Rosie recovered, Harvey was barely keeping it together at the office.

One of their longtime clients, Echo Systems, was threatening to drop the firm after Louis had an outburst during a routine deposition. Despite his adoration for Rosie and his proud role as Uncle Louis, he was quick to place blame on Harvey for the added stress that led to his lashing out.

With Louis off the case, Harvey had to pick up his slack; working his charm to reassure their client that they were in good hands. Extra meetings, dinners, late nights, left him exhausted, and left Donna on her own with a more difficult than normal toddler.

Most nights when he came home, Donna was already asleep. He hated that he was missing so much, and the guilt he was collecting knowing Donna was bearing the responsibility of taking care of Rosie was wearing on him.

The case kept Harvey working on the weekends; the little time they had together filled with takeout and drifting off to sleep on the couch.

Harvey missed going to Boston for Thanksgiving; insisting that Donna and Rosie make the trip without him, as much as it broke his heart.

…

When Harvey came home from the office Sunday after the holiday, he found Donna on the couch, fireplace lit, a glass of scotch in her hand, and one on the table.

As he dropped his bag and took off his suit jacket, he sat down on the couch, slipping his arm around his fiancé.

"How is she?" he asked placing a soft kiss on her head.

"Your mother or your daughter?" Donna questioned flatly.

Harvey sighed, "I'm sorry I couldn't go with you."

Donna shook her head, "It's fine, Harvey. She still has a little bit of a cough, but she's cleared to go back to daycare tomorrow."

Harvey's heart sank. He hated that he wasn't around to help Donna while Rosie was sick. Between the infection, the RSV, and the fevers popping up, she had been home for nearly two weeks.

"Your mom is doing well, she barely put Rosie down the whole time we were there. She even took her for the night on Friday to have a sleepover with Marcus' kids," she gave him a tired smile. "I may have taken her up on that offer a little too quickly and snuck away for a massage at the hotel," he could see a flicker of guilt in her eyes.

Harvey pulled her in closer, "You deserved it," he gave her a look. "You've been supermom over these last month; you always are, but you've kept everything going and have been there for Rosie when she needed you most," he sighed, "When I couldn't be."

When Donna didn't respond, Harvey adjusted his position and pulled her to face him.

"Hey," he gave her a questioning look, sensing something unspoken brewing between them, "Talk to me."

Donna sighed as her eyes dropped into her glass. "With everything going on over the last few weeks - you back to working long hours, Rosie being sick and needing me to stay home…" she trailed off shaking her head. "It just got me thinking that it might not be the best decision…" she sighed, "It might just be easier if we keep it just the three of us." Her eyes remained locked in on the brown liquid swirling in her glass. "We still live the same life we did before her, Harvey, and we've made adjustments and it's working but…" she took a deep breath as her eyes met his, "but I don't know if it's realistic to think that we can handle more."

Harvey swallowed hard as he surveyed the expression on her face: sadness, disappointment, resignation to the words she tried to state so matter-of-factly. The guilt he had been carrying for the last two weeks crashed over him as he digested what she was saying. He knew he hadn't been around; knew he missed time with not only the two of them but with his whole family. Knew he had left her to be the glue to keep things together at home while he did his best to keep them together at work.

He didn't want to be that kind of person; that kind of partner. He had already been the reason she thought she wouldn't have a family of her own once before, and he wasn't about to let her give up on that dream again.

Grabbing her hand, he started, "Donna, I –"

"I know you're sorry, Harvey. And I know you want to think that it won't always be like this, but there will always be another case, another client, and I just want to make sure that we're really thinking about what our lives would look like if… if we had another baby."

Another baby.

It was the first time Donna had said the word out loud. Since the first night they talked about the potential of expanding their family, neither had directly addressed the topic, save for a coy comment in passing here and there.

She could see the wheels turning in Harvey's brain as he considered what she was suggesting. Suggesting what they give up.

A baby. Their babies.

He would be lying if he said he had taken much time to think about how having more children would work logistically. Between the engagement, the case, the holidays, he wasn't thinking about much else. But for the first time, all he could think about was a house full of kids. Dance recitals. Baseball practices. Tiny squeals and constant laugher. The happiness that Rosie brought him every day, exponentiated with every new addition.

Donna's hand on his arm brought him out of his daydream.

"Harvey -" she started.

"No," he cut in.

"What?" she questioned, her eyes searching for an answer in his expression.

Trying to hold back the panic in his voice he took a breath, "We can make it work. A baby – " he trailed off, "unless you don't want…"

Donna surveyed the guilt gathering in his eyes as he tried to form a response. She wasn't trying to make him feel bad, she just wanted them to be realistic. She was exhausted after the few weeks at home with a sick toddler, and it was hard to brush off the disappointment she felt when Harvey told her he'd miss their first Thanksgiving.

"Harvey," she started gently, "it's not that I don't want another baby, I just…" she trailed off, already regretting the words that were forming on her tongue. "I just don't want to feel alone like that again."

Harvey's heart shattered. He had failed his family, had prioritized work over the people that meant the most to him, and had hurt Donna in the process. Dropping his head into his hands, he rubbed his forehead as he let the guilt overtake him.

Lifting his head, he locked eyes with Donna's, filled to the brim with tears.

He pulled her into his arms, as she let out a soft sob.

"I'm so sorry, Donna, I should have been there," he whispered into her hair.

She shook her head from its place on his chest, "I understand, Harvey, I really do. I'm just worn out." She sighed, "Rosie is the luckiest kid in the world to have you as her father, I didn't mean to –"

"I'll do better," he cut her off, pulling her chin up so his eyes could meet hers. "Just promise me that you'll at least consider giving her a little brother or sister?" His eyes flashed with a mix of love and mischief that made Donna's heart skip a beat, an image of Harvey holding Rosie in one arm, and a new baby in the other flashing in her mind.

She knew.

"I'll consider it," she pulled herself up, pressing her body against his, "but while you're waiting on the verdict, a little practice can't hurt."