Chapter I

"You. Me. File room. Now"

For a second he's so perplexed by her demand that he stands up and follows her out of his office without a word.

He had been pretending to read over some file or the other, in reality watching her come in late from the appointment she told him about last week. She had dropped her purse on her desk, coat carelessly thrown into her chair and he had secretly admired her form striding towards the glass doors separating their two work spaces.

Then she dropped that line on him and he's following her like a lost puppy. It's not him, not trying to have the last word, or answering her with a clever but sexually charged quip - and there are a lot he could make right now. He just can't think of any, because what the hell is going on right now?

He, still at a loss for words, trails into the room in question after her and silently watches her make a quick sweep around the shelves to make sure they are alone.

He finds his witts when she tells him to lock the door.

"If I'm not mistaken, we are following your rules here" He says with a pointed look at the woman who had all but dragged him in here despite her clear instructions on how to handle what had happened all those weeks ago. Her death glare doesn't hinder him from going on, smirk in place. "I'd be willing to break them of course, under the circumstances"

"Oh so you do remember" She throws at him, leaning back against a high shelf covered in boxes, arms crossed in front of her chest.

"Of course I do" He's sincere now. He has no idea what she wants from him and to be honest she kind of scares him like this. "Look, if this is about you…"

She cuts him off, because whatever it is he was going to end his sentence with, it would decidedly not be what this is about.

"How good are you on details?" Her tone is getting angrier and he still doesn't know what the hell he did to piss her off. She doesn't give him a chance to ask though. "Like how many weeks it's actually been or the condom you were wearing?"

"Excuse me?!" It's a low blow, she knows, but she is pissed and still not done processing herself what she is about to reveal to him. One day, she promises herself, she will apologize for making it sound like she blamed him for something she was just as much part of. Given they are still talking to each other after today.

And then she sees it click, the few little tidbits of information she threw in his face connecting to one real and terrifying thought. Good, at least she slept with a smart one.

"Donna, I'm there. I know what you're trying to tell me, but I need you to say it" Maybe he's still hoping to be wrong. Maybe he's hoping to be right. In this exact moment, he has to honestly admit he has no idea what he is thinking. "Please" he adds, raking a hand over his face and through his hair.

It's the hair that almost made Donna forget she is mad at him. His fingers have dislodge the perfectly situated strands and she has only seen him like this once. Back then, it had been her fingers responsible for that look and it does things to her insides she's not proud to admit.

"I'm pregnant, Harvey"

There, she said it. She even managed not to sound angry or full of resentment. It's in no way ideal, but at least on her part, there's room for discussion. Room for heavy topics and hard decisions if need be. Room for co-parenting and alternate weekends if the conversation turns in the opposite direction.

"I'm sorry" The first words out off his mouth. Because he thinks that's what she wants to hear. That he's sorry for showing up at her doorstep that night. That he's sorry for not thinking about protection. That he's sorry for potentially ruining her life and their working relationship, maybe even their friendship.

Then he takes a second to ponder what he said and backtracks. "No, I'm not" Looking at her he sheepishly adds "Wait, am I sorry?"

"You most definitely are" But she's laughing at him now and he takes it as a good sign for them to make it through this conversation.

"Alright, so we established that I'm sorry." Harvey starts, closing a few steps of distance between them. "What we haven't discussed yet, is how you feel?"

He phrases it as a question, giving her the allusion of being able to not answer him. They both know it's not, but she is still grateful for it. It lets her take just that little bit more time to answer him, while letting the fleeting thought of not answering him wash through her mind.

Her eventual answer is not what she had envisioned it to be. "Terrified?", is definitely not the witty retort she planned on uttering, diffusing the tension and praying the last twenty minutes haven't destroyed their existing relationship.

He's in front of her in a heartbeat, arms wrapping around her body in a comforting hug, and that's when she first noticed the tears welling up in her eyes. And when he tells her that whatever is going to happen, it will be alright, because he is going to be right there by her side, she can't help but let them fall.

For a long moment hot tears are spilling over her cheeks, dripping onto his shoulder, soaking his suit jacket. His arms haven't left her body, one firmly around her waist, the other stroking soothingly up and down her back. Some time earlier her arms have come to loop around his neck, splaying against his broad shoulders to keep him close.

It's exactly those hands she uses to gently push him away from her after a while. She only lets him go far enough to look into his eyes, breaths almost mingling as she speaks."We're not ready for a child, Harvey"

It pains her to say it and she knows it pains him to hear it, but someone has to be the voice of reason. And she thinks it's only fair that it is her, considering she is the one carrying this child.

Had she not made up her own stupid rule of working with him and given into her desire to see where this thing between them would go, she might have considered trying. Hell, she still wants to, even if she knows they shouldn't. They would have probably grown apart in the long run, seeing each other at weekend and holiday drop-offs some time in the future, but it would have been worth to give it a try.

But they aren't together, and that's her whole point. Starting a relationship just because there is a baby on the way has never and will never be a logical solution. She likes to think that, if she (they) do decide to keep this baby, that they might end up exactly where they are supposed to be. But right now, they are not there yet.

"I know" Is all he says for another long while, holding her as long as she lets him. He likes her, he likes being close to her, hell he likes touching her. And he knows she does, too. But he also knows that he's not ready for a relationship, as much as he wants to be just that for her. So he definitely knows she is right and neither of them is ready for a baby.

"Are you…?" He wants to be the brave, big bad lawyer he prides himself to be, but he can't seem to bring the words over his lips. He swallows, tries again, but his vocal chords refuse to make any sound at all.

"I don't know" She says honestly, playing with the short hair at the back of his neck, where her hands ended up when she had pushed him away. "I really don't want to though" She tries downplaying it with a shrug because it's too real and she never planned on saying that to him today.

For what it's worth, she did have a plan on how to deal with all the decisions she and him and them together will have to make, eventually and sooner. Said plan included several days of weighing the pros and cons of abortion versus adoption versus changing her mind completely and raising them with or without Harvey.

She blames it on the hormones, but the moment he had asked her that question, she had just known that, while still needing to be discussed, she couldn't bear to get rid of their baby.

He leans forward, bringing her closer again. When she's settled comfortably against him once more he tells her. "This is foremost your decision, I get that, and I'll stand behind whatever decision you do make." He feels her nod against his cheek, obviously grateful that he understands. "But I will be there for you every step of the way and when you want me to help you make a decision - any decision - you know where to find me"

He kisses her cheek softly and then he untangles himself from her. He leaves her completely stunned leaning against the same shelf she'd sought out thirty minutes earlier. In this moment she is as glad for Harvey leaving as she is for the support at her back. Because where this conversation needs to be revisited again soon it was an actual fucking conversation. A mature one. One she hadn't expected from two people not ready to commit to each other.

From them.