Note: I decided to keep this as one long chapter. The scenes are meant to go together, so I didn't want to disrupt the flow of the story by breaking them up.

Thank you so much for your kind reviews. I'm so happy the you guys enjoy this crazy plot line. It's been a challenge, but it's so fun to write.

Paula is back in this chapter, but she won't be around much longer. The Harvey/Paula storyline will not follow the Parent Trap movies. There will be no marriage on the horizon and the girls won't have to sabotage anything.

I always wanted this fic to focus mainly on darvey and the twins, and it definitely will start to amp up with that after this chapter.


By Sunday night, the pressure was starting to build, as Anna…no… Lizzie realized that she may be in over her head, pretending to be someone else. Despite an entire day of preparation, she simply didn't know her sister well enough to keep Donna's suspicions at bay. Every mistake she made was judged. Every misstep was called out. She couldn't stand it anymore, which is how she found herself in the middle of her very first mother/daughter battle of wills.

"I don't feel like practicing," insisted Anna, as she stood with her arms crossed in the middle of the living room. The apartment, with its colorful walls and antique looking artwork was all wrong. She missed her own home. And her own things.

Donna stood firm in her argument. "30 minutes a day, Anna. That's all you need to do. If you want to stay in the band, then you need to practice."

Anna felt like screaming. She couldn't practice the saxophone, because she had never played an instrument in her life. Her mother would know that, if she hadn't left her behind. The real Anna was more talented. The real Anna was better at school. Maybe Donna really did love the real Anna more and that's why she left her in New York.

As the two continued to argue, Anna's anger built and built until it had nowhere to go but out. "Well maybe I shouldn't be in the band anymore!" she spat. She stomped off towards her room and slammed the door so hard that it reverberated around the apartment.

As she flopped onto the real Anna's bed, she couldn't get the image of Donna's stunned expression out of her head. It didn't matter though. She refused to feel bad. This was all her mother's fault anyway. Lizzie didn't feel like pretending to be Anna anymore. Her father was the only parent she needed.


Harvey stepped out onto his apartment balcony with a blanket in one hand and a glass of white wine in the other. With the sun down, the night air was crisp, but the fresh air felt good.

"Aw. Thanks, baby," cooed Paula, as she took the items from him.

Harvey sat down beside her and pulled some of the blanket over his legs. "Only the best for you." The busy sounds of the city barely made it up to the 30th floor. It was nice and peaceful in his castle in the sky.

"Is Lizzie asleep?" wondered Paula.

"Her eyes were closed and I could hear the music from her ear pods blasting from the doorway, so I'm gonna take that as a win."

Paula took a sip of her wine and then rested the glass on her leg. "Good, because I want to talk to you about her."

An uneasy feeling settled against his ribs. "What about her?"

"It seems like she's not dealing with the fact that her mother isn't in her life very well."

At her clinical tone, Harvey shook his head. "It's never been an issue," he defended.

Paula skeptically cocked her head. "Obviously it is. Lizzie wouldn't stop bringing her up at lunch."

Something about her words rubbed him the wrong way. "She's just curious, that's all. Listen, why don't we…" he trailed off, but was quickly interrupted for what felt like the tenth time that day.

"Harvey, you spent a year in therapy with me. We've been together for a year. In all the conversations we've had about your past, you never once told me your ex-wife's name. Why do you think that is?"

Growing more and more uncomfortable, Harvey downed his glass of scotch in one big gulp. The bottom of the glass hit the end table harder than he intended. "Don't do that. Don't analyze me. You're not my therapist anymore."

Paula wasn't put off by his reaction. "You came to me, desperate for relief from panic attacks that started when she left, yet you wouldn't even say her name. Your own daughter knows nothing about her mother. You've clearly been in denial this whole time and I think that it's turning into a problem."

His jaw tensed. "Paula. That's enough," he ground out.

"It's not enough, Harvey. I should have pushed you more on the issue during your sessions. Lizzie's begging for attention, not from you, but from the woman she never knew. If you ever want us to have a future together, you need to deal with this. She's not going to stop asking questions. And frankly, neither am I. I'd like to know her name, too."

Flushed from the scotch and a sudden flare of anger, Harvey stood up. He had kept everything buried for so long that he didn't even know how to speak the truth.

"Her name's Donna, okay?" he lashed out. "We met when I was still at the DA's office. She got pregnant with them, we got married, got divorced, and then she ran off to LA to work on some daytime soap opera. That's the story."

Paula looked up at him with a wide eyed stare for a few seconds. Eventually she stood up, letting the blanket drop to the patio floor. "Who is them?"

"What?" he blurted.

She pulled her oversized sweater closed to fight off the chill. "You said, 'she got pregnant with them.' Who is them, Harvey?"

His stomach dropped. In his refusal to discuss Donna in therapy, he had also refused to discuss Anna. It didn't seem like it mattered at the time. He had quit therapy and hadn't seen Paula again until three years later when they ran into each other at a party. It never dawned on him that he should tell her, even once they started dating.

"What aren't you telling me?"

Harvey let out a defeated sigh. His legs felt suddenly heavy, so he let his body sink back down into the couch. Paula stayed where she was, but he couldn't look at her. Instead, he looked down at his hands.

"Lizzie's a twin," came his soft admission. "I have twin daughters." Saying the words for the first time outloud in many years made his throat burn. "During the divorce…Donna and I…we couldn't agree on anything. Especially not custody. It got pretty ugly until we decided that it was best for us each to take one. She took Anna and I took Lizzie."

When he finally looked up at his girlfriend, it was impossible to miss the judgment clearly etched across her features. "You don't have to tell me how awful it is. I already know."

Paula pursed her lips. Even in the dim light of the patio, her blue eyes were bright with betrayal. "And you didn't think to tell me that?"

"I'm sorry," he insisted, and it wasn't a lie. He was sorry for a lot of things. "I know I screwed up."

"Screwed up? Harvey, had you told me this, your sessions with me would have been completely different. Not to mention, as your girlfriend, I think that I have the right to know something as important as that."

"You don't think I know that now?" argued Harvey. "Lizzie doesn't even know, so it's not just you." He knew that it wasn't Paula's fault, but he was so angry at himself that he had to let it out on someone. "I never told her. I was supposed to, and I didn't."

Paula shook her head. "I don't even know what to say." Her tone was harsh, but she must have taken pity on his dejected appearance, because her next words were less so. "How did you decide which girl to take?"

Feeling suddenly like he was back in therapy, Harvey leaned back. He scrubbed his hand over his face to try and clear his racing thoughts. The memories were buried deep. Accessing them was hard. "Donna…she couldn't choose. It was too hard for her, so I did it for her."

"How?"

The conversation was going down a dangerous path. He knew better than to stray into a therapy type of conversation, but he was desperate to get the truth off of his chest. He had to get it out, before it drowned him.

"Lizzie liked me better, if you can imagine that," he said, with a self-deprecating chuckle. "Anna…she was different. She was all about Donna, from the beginning. It was a complicated birth. Lizzie came out so easy, but not Anna."

"That must have been very traumatic."

Harvey swallowed hard and nodded in confirmation. He hadn't thought about that day in years. "She came out blue. We almost lost her. Donna was upset, so Lizzie was the one I held while they worked on Anna."

"So you had a stronger bond with Lizzie, from day one?"

Harvey ground his teeth together. He already regretted saying the words, but it didn't make them any less true. "Yeah."

"And you and Donna, you haven't seen each other since she moved to LA?"

The urge to lie was on the tip of his tongue, but he thought better of it. It was time to face things head on. "That's the thing," he answered without thinking. "We have. Donna's in New York for a few months, with Anna. I ran into her the other day getting coffee and then we had lunch. We both think that we should tell the girls about each other, but we don't know how."

Looking up at Paula then, at her tense jaw, and stoic expression, he realized that it had been the wrong thing to say.

Within seconds she moved towards him and pointed a finger in his direction. Suddenly, she was back in the girlfriend role, instead of the therapist role. "So let me get this straight. You not only kept the fact that you had a whole other daughter from me, but you also kept the fact that you had lunch with your ex-wife from me. Am I understanding that right?"

"Paula, I'm sorry, I wasn't thinking. I had no idea that she was in town."

"Why didn't you tell me?"

Overwhelmed with guilt, Harvey stood up and took her hands in his. "It really wasn't a big deal. It was a spur of the moment thing. Since then, I've been so focused on how to tell Lizzie about Anna that I just forgot to mention it."

Paul shot him a sideways glance, but seemed appeased when he pulled her into a hug. "I'm really sorry."

"You can't keep things from me, Harvey." She pulled away so that she could run her hands through his hair.

"I know," he admitted. "But now that you know, maybe you can help me figure out how to tell Lizzie."

Paula glanced around the patio as if deep in thought before meeting his eyes again. "Maybe you shouldn't tell her."

"What? Why?"

"Harvey, it's been years. She's doing just fine without knowing. You have no idea what trauma you could put upon her by giving her this information now."

His brows furrowed in confusion. "But, you just told me that she's not fine. That I had to be more open about Donna…"

"Her mother, yes, but a secret twin? Some things are just better left alone."

Harvey shook his head. "Donna and I…we already agreed to tell them."

"Is Donna an Oxford trained psychiatrist?" Gently, she swept her finger over his lips. "Trust me on this. Telling her is a bad idea."

"You know that I trust you." His response was low, almost a whisper. He didn't agree with her, at all, but he knew that arguing wouldn't get him anywhere.

"We're still on for our anniversary dinner tomorrow night, right?" wondered Paula.

"Of course." Eager to change the subject, he pulled her towards him and brought his lips to hers.

Neither of them noticed the girl, standing in the shadow of the open patio door. Tears ran down Lizzie's face, except she wasn't Lizzie. No. She was Anna, and she had just learned that her father had chosen to let her go 9 years ago.


Hours later, after trying and failing to make things better with Anna, Donna sat on her bed, unable to focus on the lines that she was supposed to be memorizing.

"I thought you might need this," Rachel greeted, as she stepped into the room with a glass of white wine in her hand. Sammy followed dutifully behind her.

Donna pulled her long hair up into a messy bun and then tossed the script aside. "You…are a godsend." She took the glass that was handed to her and made room so that her friend could sit down. What had started off as a simple boss/employee relationship had quickly grown into a strong friendship. Donna wasn't sure what she would do without Rachel.

Rachel shot her a sympathetic frown. "Are you okay? You look like you've seen a ghost."

Both women were dressed in pajamas, with their skin already clean from make-up. For the duration of the show, Donna had rented a three bedroom apartment on the Upper West Side. Having Rachel stay with her was a no brainer.

Donna shook her head. "No. I don't think I am." Between sips of wine she added, "I thought things were going well. I thought Anna was happy here. Has she said anything to you?"

"No," insisted Rachel. "You know I'd tell you if she did." Sammy let out a whine for attention, so Rachel picked him up and plopped him down on the bed. He instantly curled up between the two women.

"I know," Donna sighed. "I've just never seen her get so angry before. And we never fight."

"I think you're being too hard on yourself. The older she gets, the more you're bound to disagree on things." Her tone was soft. Anna's bedroom was on the other side of the apartment, but Rachel was still wary of being overheard.

Donna took big gulps of wine and then sat the empty glass down on the bedside table. "About the saxophone though? She's the one who insisted on playing that damn thing anyway. And did you know that she drinks coffee? I didn't. Some friend got her hooked on it."

Rachel tilted her head and smiled in amusement. "Just be glad that coffee's the only thing she's getting hooked on."

Donna ignored the comment. Something was wrong, she just knew it. "It's driving me crazy that I can't figure this out. I should be able to see what's going on. Either I'm losing my touch, or this is all Harvey's fault."

"Harvey. Now that's a name I haven't heard in a while," Rachel teased. Suddenly, Donna wouldn't meet her eyes, so Rachel narrowed hers. "Donna?"

"Harvey and I had lunch a few days ago." Donna's words came out in a rush, as if she herself didn't want to hear them.

"Oh, my god." Rachel sat up straight. "But you told me that you haven't seen him since the divorce."

"I haven't," she insisted. "Not until the other day. We ran into each other at Parker's, getting coffee, if you can believe that."

"Donna…tha…that's huge," Rachel stuttered in disbelief.

"I know." Telling someone felt good, like a relief. "We talked about the girls, and we agreed that we're gonna tell them about each other."

Rachel nearly jumped off the bed in excitement. "Hallelujah for that! It's funny how I've been telling you to do it for years but one lunch with your ex-husband and that's all it takes?"

It wasn't long after hiring Rachel to be her assistant that Donna had told her about the twins. Having someone to discuss it with helped ease some of the guilt.

"Don't get too excited. So far, we can't figure out how to do it. I came close to telling Anna today, Rach. I really did. I texted Harvey to tell him that we need to talk ASAP, but he hasn't responded. This is what happens when I'm around him. He scrambles my brain. I can't even think."

"I can think of a few reasons for that…"

Donna wouldn't let her finish. She pointed a finger in her friend's direction. "Don't!"

Rachel held up her hands in surrender. "Okay, since you're off your game, I won't go there. But, do you know what you're gonna say to Anna?'

Donna distracted herself by petting Sammy's soft fur. That was the million dollar question. She had no idea what to say. She had hoped that talking to Harvey would help her figure it out.

"I don't know that yet. The truth, I guess."

"You know, you never really told me why you took Anna instead of Lizzie."

Donna scrunched up her nose. "I didn't?"

Rachel shook her head. "No. You just said that Harvey had to help you."

"It was more than that," she admitted. She searched her friend's eyes for judgment. When she found none, she continued, "I couldn't choose between them…so he picked Lizzie." She let out a dejected sigh. "I know what you're thinking. You're thinking that my indecision should have been a sign to put a stop to the whole thing, right? It should have been, but, he wouldn't even speak to me. He wouldn't stop blaming me for the divorce, not for a second, so I just went with his choice."

Rachel's eyes watered at the obvious pain etched across her friend's features. "That must have been really hard on you."

Donna's eyes began to water. "It was. It still is, but Lizzie loved Harvey so much. Anna, she needed me." Donna cleared her throat as painful memories flooded her mind.

"Anna was born second, you know. She came out with the cord wrapped around her neck and she wasn't breathing. I don't even know how long they worked on her before I heard her cry." Her chest tightened as she remembered just how close they had come to losing her.

"Then once we brought them home, she had trouble gaining weight. She was so small for so long and she refused to let me put her down. Lizzie, she wasn't like that. So when Harvey picked her, I let him." Tears fell down Donna's cheeks as she lost the battle with her emotions. She wiped them hurriedly away with her hand.

Rachel reached out and squeezed her arm. "Do you regret it?" came her sympathetic question.

Donna took a shuddering breath. "I regret separating them. We both do. But I don't regret the choice he made." The words were never meant to be said out loud. Even as she said them, they felt wrong. Like they could never be taken back. "Taking Anna felt right, at the time." Donna's voice broke as she added, "Now I don't even know what to do."

As Donna began to silently cry, Rachel wasted no time wrapping her arms around her friend. "You need to call that stupid man," she insisted, once her cries settled down. "Screw texting. You guys need to figure this out right now."

After several minutes, Donna pulled away and let out a shaky sigh. "I can't."

"You can!" Rachel shoved Donna's phone into her hands. "You're Donna Paulsen. You can do anything. You can't keep suffering like this. It's not good for anybody."

Donna bit her lip. "I know." Calling him made her more nervous than texting him. It somehow felt bigger. More important. Still, she was never one to run away in fear.

"Put it on speaker!" Rachel insisted as Donna placed the call.

Donna did, and soon, a series of rings filled the room. It rang and rang. Just when Donna was going to give up, the ringing stopped and a female voice cut through the phone.

"Hello? This is Harvey Specter's phone."

Both women exchanged wide eyed stares. Donna didn't know what to say and Rachel urged her to continue with her hand.

"Hi, this is Donna…can I speak to Harvey?"

The voice on the other end rose in pitch. "Donna! Oh, Harvey's told me so much about you. This is Paula. It's nice to finally put a voice to the name. He just stepped into the shower, though. Is there something I can help you with?"

Even with how out of sorts she had been, Donna wasn't falling for the sweet act. "Can you just tell him that I called? It's important."

"I will. I'll tell him as soon as he's finished."

Donna rolled her eyes, but betrayed nothing in her voice. "Great, thank you."

"Now that you're in town, we'll have to get together sometime. I'd love to meet you."

"That sounds great, " she lied. "We'll talk soon."

The second the line went dead, Donna tossed the phone onto the bed as if she were burned.

"She's not gonna tell him, is she?" asked Rachel.

"Not a chance in hell." Donna's eyes danced with amusement.

Rachel's lips curled into a smile. "Did he tell you that she was British?"

Donna smirked. "He didn't even tell me her name." She burst into giggles and Rachel soon followed.

"She hates you already."

"She definitely does. Tomorrow I'll just have to go and make him talk to me."

"Where, at his place?"

Donna's eyes lit up. "No. At his firm. I prefer to catch him off guard."

Rachel stood up. "Oh! "I'm coming with you. You know, for moral support."

Donna arched her well styled brows. "Moral support, or to check out the hot guys in suits?"

"Why not both?"

Suddenly, Donna was feeling better. She had a plan. She always felt better when she had a plan. "In that case, why don't you go shopping in my closet."

"I was hoping you'd say that." Rachel was already up and moving towards it.


Lizzie (she was done calling herself Anna) stood just outside the bedroom door as the women talked. Ten minutes ago, she had crossed the apartment for the sole purpose of telling her mother who she was so that she could go home. However, the conversation that she had overheard had stopped her in her tracks.

She didn't cry, although she wanted to. She didn't scream, although she wanted to even more. It was official. Her mother had left her because Anna needed her more. Anna had been more deserving of her attention since birth, apparently.

Instead of making her presence known, the girl fled back to her room to call her sister. She didn't care if Anna wanted to spend more time with their dad. She was done spending time with their mom. Anna could keep her.