Note: I'm so sorry that this took so long! Fluff is hard for me to write and this chapter is so fluffy that I can't believe I wrote it!

Harvey had a key to Donna's apartment (it had become a necessity with their back and forth custody arrangement) but he didn't use it Saturday night. Picking up Donna for their date required a certain level of finesse, and letting himself into the apartment didn't fit into that mold.

After rapping his knuckles against the door, he nervously shifted the multi-colored bouquet of flowers from hand to hand as he waited. He wasn't nervous about the date. He could woo a woman with his eyes closed, after all. No, he was nervous about Donna herself.

What if she decided that their relationship wasn't worth rekindling? What if she realized that she was better off without him? What if…he wasn't enough?

His negative spiral was cut off when the door opened to reveal one of his daughters. Which one, he wasn't sure, and his pulse shot up at the realization.

"You brought flowers!"

Hoping to buy himself some time, Harvey looked down at the bouquet. "I wouldn't show up for a date without them."

"That's what I told Mike. He bet me $5 that you would."

He couldn't help but smirk at that. Moving his eyes up, he scanned her face, desperately hoping for a clue. Lizzie's face was rounder and Anna's had more freckles, but without being right beside each other, it was impossible to tell. Just as he was starting to get down on himself for not knowing his own daughter, the girl smiled and two tiny dimples appeared on her cheeks.

Finally, he had his answer. Relief soothed his nerves.

"Anna, if it's a bet you think you're gonna win, always negotiate a higher number."

If Anna noticed her father's relief, she didn't call him out on it. Instead, she held the door open and he strolled through it with a new air of confidence.

"I got him up to $20," came her proud retort, as they walked into the kitchen.

Harvey practically beamed. "That's my girl."

Stopping in the middle of the kitchen, Anna pointed to her father and then held out her hand to the other occupant. "Hand over that $20, Mike,"

From his spot by the fridge, Mike let out an outraged groan when he noticed the flowers. "Are you serious Harvey? More flowers?" He waved his hand towards the kitchen island, where a row of vases held various bouquets of flowers. The kitchen practically looked like a flower shop.

Harvey shrugged. He'd buy Donna flowers every day for the rest of their lives if it meant getting another chance to be with her. "You should take notes, kid."

Exaggerating a huff, Mike pulled two ten dollar bills out of his wallet and handed them to Anna. The girl took them eagerly and then grinned at her father. "Lizzie's helping mom get ready. I'll tell them you're here.

Once Anna was out of earshot, Mike hit Harvey with a piercing look. "You've gone soft, old man."

"You wish."

"Just admit it."

"There's nothing to admit."

"Oh, really?" Mike opened the fridge and stepped away so that Harvey could see inside. "Flowers are one thing, but all these desserts?"

An entire shelf of the fridge was filled with fancy boxes of specialty desserts. "You don't want to leave a woman unsatisfied," came his cocky response.

Mike pulled out one of the dessert boxes and helped himself to a chocolate pastry. With his mouth full, he added, "there are other ways to satisfy a woman."

"Yeah, you should try it sometime," Rachel teased, as she walked into the kitchen. "Stop giving him a hard time." Her eyes moved to Harvey before reaching for the flowers. "Oh, she's gonna love these. I'll put them in some water."

Harvey watched as Rachel dug out yet another vase. He wasn't sure why Donna had so many, but decided it was better not to know.

"You did good, Harvey. Donna's really happy."

Rachel's encouragement brought a smile to his lips. "You think so?"

"God," came Mike's disgusted groan. "You're like a teenage boy. Should we give you a curfew? Don't forget protection. Do you need condoms?"

Rachel smacked his arm. "Michael!" She put the flowers with the others, arranging them all until she was satisfied with the result.

Mike shrugged off her outrage and looked only at his friend. "You don't want another set of twins, do you?"

Any semblance of a witty comeback was gone from Harvey's mind once he spotted Donna heading into the kitchen. He had told her to dress casually, and she did, but her dark jeans and simple white blouse still looked stunning.

Having caught the tail end of the conversation, she jumped right in with a sly look to Harvey. "Another set of twins? Don't even put that into the universe."

Mike held up his hands. "Hey, I'm just saying, better safe than sorry…"

Harvey clasped his hands together. "I think it's time to go," he insisted. It was hard to keep his eyes from roaming over the redheads' curvy jeans. He didn't feel bad though, because her eyes seemed to be glued to his, too.

Rachel glared at Mike and waved the pair out of the kitchen. "Don't worry about the girls. There's no need to rush home."

Harvey helped Donna into her tan trench coat and tried not to get caught noticing the secretive look the women exchanged.

"Mike, try not to make my kid cry this time!" Harvey bellowed. His friend's retort was swallowed up as he ushered Donna out the door.


"This is quite the car." Donna's wishful tone filled the small, quiet space as Harvey maneuvered the sports car through the congested Manhattan streets. Her finger tips slid over the smooth leather interior in awe. "I'm impressed."

The corners of his lips curled into a smile at her approval. "1969 Ferrari 250. I thought you'd appreciate it."

His confidence made her own lips curl. "So this is what you drive our kids to school in? No wonder the moms have been after you."

A low chuckle rumbled from his throat. "It's not mine. I picked it up from the car club earlier." The car wasn't his first choice. Originally he had decided on a black Ferrari Daytona, but the dark red exterior and tan interior of this one had caught his eye and he instantly knew that he had to have it.

He could feel her eyes on him, even as he kept his on the road. "What?"

"Car club, as in, the Gotham Car Club?"

"The one and only."

With a soft sigh, she leaned back in her seat. "Wow. You really did it. Penthouse condo, car club, name on the wall…those were always your dream."

The upcoming red light gave him a chance to look towards her as the car rolled to a stop. "It turns out it's all meaningless without someone to share it with."

"Someone?" Her response was playful, perhaps to keep things light.

"Well, a specific someone."

The amusement in her eyes faded and was replaced with a glimmer of something else. Something he couldn't place. It was gone before he could think too much about it.

"Mike's right. You have gone soft," she teased.

Harvey rolled his eyes. "Mike's an idiot."

Noticing that the light had turned green, Harvey forced his gaze back on the road while her gaze moved to the window. They made it a few blocks in a comfortable silence before she questioned him.

"We're going downtown?" Her wide eyes moved from the window back to his.

"I know the perfect place for a drink before dinner."

"If you're just trying to get me drunk, we could have done that uptown," she joked.

Harvey was quick with his easy retort. "I don't recall ever having to get you drunk before."

Despite their playful banter, he didn't miss the way her body tensed as they drove further and further. He had managed to catch her off guard, and it caused a momentary lapse in her confidence. Her fingers nervously wiggled in her lap. Even with his eyes on the road he could see it. At the next red light, he released the gear shift and laid his hand over hers. Her movements instantly stilled.

"Don't worry."

Her teeth grazed her bottom lip as she looked at him. "I'm not." At his incredulous expression, she let out a sigh and rolled her eyes. "Fine, I am. I just wish you'd tell me where we're going."

"It wouldn't be a good date if I told you everything."

Donna's brows furrowed. "I suddenly regret this," she joked, but it fell flat as his face fell, just for a second. Just long enough for her to notice. "I'm kidding."

Reassured by her hand squeezing his, he then focused back on the road for the rest of the drive.


After what seemed like hours to Donna, Harvey eventually pulled the car out front of an old brick building. At first, she was too busy watching the lively people pass by to notice where they were. It wasn't until they were standing outside that she noticed the lit up sign that read Blue Cat's Jazz Club. The sign had changed over the years, but the building, with its painted brick exterior, had not changed a bit. It looked exactly the same….plucked right out of her memory as if her 20 something year old self was standing there again.

Donna turned to find his wary eyes studying her. All traces of his earlier confidence were gone. "Harvey…" she started, but he didn't let her finish.

"I know it's probably not what you were expecting."

The door to the club opened and a group of people walked out. The melodic sounds of jazz music floated through the air and down the street, causing her to smile. "You brought me here to meet your dad for the first time."

Harvey's throat bobbed. "I did. On our third date."

Despite the cold temperature, Donna's chest filled with warmth. Somehow, after all these years he remembered every second of their past, even details that she herself had forgotten. His eyes darted down to the ground, so she grabbed his hand to force them back up. "It's perfect."

Harvey's brown eyes lit up. "Is it?"

"It is."

His cheeks reddened at her compliment. She squeezed his hand and then wasted no time pulling him inside. The jazz club was one giant rectangle, with a bar taking up one whole side and the stage taking up the back. Tables, chairs, and couches formed a cozy sitting area in the center. Although it was his date, she confidently took the lead and headed straight for the bar, until his sudden tug on her hand stopped her.

"No," he spoke up, trying to be heard over the music. "Over here." Taking back control, he pulled her to the far edge of the room where a secluded couch and coffee table were pressed into an alcove.

Spotting the reserved signs on the table, she eyed him curiously, but he ushered her to sit down, so she did so without comment.

"I called ahead. This was my dad's favorite spot."

Before she could even get her coat off, a young male waiter appeared and dropped off a martini for her and a scotch for him.

A wicked smile crossed his lips. "I called ahead for these, too."

Their elbows bumped together as they discarded their winter coats. Her body was practically on top of his, but she made no move to fix it. Taking a sip of her drink, she then eyed him beneath thick, curled lashes. "Okay. You win. This drink is perfect."

Whatever cocky thoughts that were floating around his head stayed there as he took sips of his own drink. The alcove provided just enough privacy to make them feel at ease, while still feeling a part of the room.

Two drinks and a whole band's set passed as they flirted and teased. They kept things light, perhaps both afraid to break the spell they were under.

Her buzz came quickly, but it was the good kind. The kind that made her feel euphoric and free. When the band took a break, and the lower volume house music came on, it was much easier to hold a conversation.

"You know, taking me to our third date spot was a good move. The first or second would be way too cliche."

"I had to give you the full Harvey Specter experience."

"And just how many women have had the full experience?" she flirted, enjoying the way his jaw tensed.

"That depends. How many men have had the full Donna Paulsen experience?"

Donna's cheeks flushed, but she recovered quickly. Leaning in close, so that her breath danced across his cheek, she told him, "I don't think you want to know the answer to that."

His breath sped up. Even in the dimly lit room she noticed his brown eyes darken with jealousy and…a hint of lust. "I don't think you want to know my answer, either."

"You're probably right." She moved away to take another sip of her dwindling drink. A sip that she almost spilled when his hand moved to squeeze her denim clad thigh. Blood rushed to her lower body faster than she thought possible.

"It doesn't matter."

Distracted by his roaming hand, she managed to gulp out a response. "It doesn't?"

Harvey shook his head. "Not anymore."

His eyes moved to the stage, where the band was returning from their break, before settling back on hers. "Remember when you said that I only asked you to marry me because my dad told me to?"

Suddenly, all teasing was gone from his tone. Her body instantly tensed. Not knowing where the conversation was headed, she carefully sat down her drink and turned towards him. His hand moved from her thigh to the table, where it tapped absentmindedly against the wood.

He took a deep breath as if readying himself to say what was on his mind. "It was right here. At this table."

The lingering memories of the past mixed with new information made her chest ache, but she stayed silent, giving him permission to finish whatever story he was going to tell.

"You were right. When I told him that you were pregnant, he did tell me to do the right thing and get married." Her hand was resting limply on the table. When he noticed, he took it in his and held on for dear life. "But you were wrong when you said that I didn't want to. Donna, deep down…I always knew that I wanted to marry you, I just couldn't access it. Not until that night. I didn't marry you because you were an obligation. I married you because you were the one. You were everything to me. You still are."

His words caught her so completely off guard that tears instantly sprang to her eyes. She had trouble forming words as her eyes searched his.

Tilting his head, a smile crossed his face as he watched her stumble. "Too soon?"

The man sitting beside her wasn't the same man that she had left all those years ago. His communication issues were a thing of the past and it amazed her. Donna swallowed down the lump that had formed in her throat.

"But, you weren't happy during our marriage." Her forehead crinkled as she tried to process the new information. "I thought…I thought it was because the circumstances forced you into a life you never wanted."

"It knocked me into a different life," he agreed, with a nod. Then, in a voice so soft that it was almost a whisper, he added, "But it was a better life. Only I didn't realize it until it was too late."

His words rolled over her like a giant wave. Several emotions battled for dominance all at once, but the one that eventually won out, was love. The feeling was so strong that her body moved on auto pilot. Suddenly, all she could think about was being in his arms. She went from sitting beside him to being in his lap in seconds and then her lips were on his, kissing him as if they were the only people in the room.

Harvey wasted no time kissing her back. Their lips and tongues dueled, along with their hands, until they were forced to break apart for air.

"Take me home," came her breathless demand. "Let's skip dinner."

He was silent for several long seconds as his brain tried to catch up with his body. His hooded eyes bore into hers with an intensity that she had forgotten all about. "To your place?"

Still in his lap, desperate to feel close, she let her fingertips graze across his ears and neck. A suggestive smirk formed easily. "Not unless you want Mike and Rachel to get an earful."

Harvey wrapped his arms tighter around her. He pressed her firmly against him so that there was doubt about what she was doing to him. "I guess Mike was right about the condoms," he deadpanned.

"We won't need them for what I plan to start with," she teased, enjoying the groan that came from this throat. Harvey had planned the perfect date, but her dirty mind was hard at work planning the perfect night.