"Donna, that's-" Harvey stuttered, not knowing how to word his happiness. In all his years of reaching goal after goal, he had never even considered becoming a dad one of them. All he could do was gape at her in amazement.

Which she, unfortunately, deflected and took as bad shock. "Did- did you not want it? I mean, I know we've never talked about it but I figured you were okay with it, I really don't know what to do if you don't want-"

He never let her finish her sentence, kissing her so hard, he also expected them to fall through their bed.

"I love it, Donna. Him or her. I just- I can't believe this is happening. With you. I assure you, I'm excited, I just don't know how to put it in words."

"Wow, bad with words. Remind me how you got the title of "New York's best closer" again?"

"Because I had you by my side," He smirked, seeing the evident blush creep up on Donna's face.

"You're such a dork."

"Maybe I should leave then."

"Luckily for you, I happen to be very in love with a certain blubbering dork."

She gripped his waist and flipped the both of them, full intent of being on top so she could toy with him. "So, back to what we were about to do before I dropped the bomb..." She looked at him with a look he knew all too well, while she took his hand and finally undid the bow below her bra. Harvey looked up at the future bearer of his child and groaned. One thing he loved about Donna was that she could turn from being deadly serious and then be begging him to ravish her in all about a second. It drove him crazy thinking about it as he clenched his teeth, trying not to let himself go as he witnessed her grinding on his erection. He was suddenly very aware it had never gone down ever since she popped out of the bathroom looking like, well, that.

"I'm still up for it. But just so you know, my sperm may be powerful enough to make twins. "

"Promise me something- don't ever become a doctor." She leaned down and kissed him, her hair tickling his face feeling better than ever before.

"Jesus," Harvey panted, a good forty five minutes. "Are you sure you're actually pregnant? Because the way you just bended- I don't think that's physically possible with a fetus inside your stomach."

Donna laughed and playfully slapped him. "I'm two months along, it's not like my water is about to break. And since when have you ever questioned my skill acquired from yoga?"

"Never again, after that last round we just had." Thinking about it was almost enough for him to be able to go again. They breathed in comfortable silence, side by side, until Harvey rolled over to face her.

"Donna,"

"Yes, Harvey?" she batted her eyelashes innocently.

"I love you, you know that, right?"

He could never understand how her smile, the one she was giving him now, that specific one reserved just for him, always hitched his heartbeat up. "Yeah, I do."

She rolled towards him too, snuggling her face against his chest. It was then that Harvey felt something he'd never felt before-

content.

hours later

The two had settled for a lazy weekend, as they were currently sprawled across the couch watching "The Wedding Date" on her Netflix account. For some reason, he had always owned a large-screen television but never bothered to get any access to good TV. She was eating Chunky Monkey (his fridge had suddenly become so stocked with those) while he himself had a bagel (at least she bought those for him too).

"Hey, Donn?"

"Hmmmmmm?" she answered on autopilot, not really paying attention to him but rather the movie.

"Who are we going to tell?"

"What do you mean?"

"Well, with Mike and Rachel's wedding coming up..."

"That's not until the middle of January."

"It's three weeks, woman."

"Oh." Her focus was suddenly broken. "Oh, shit. I've been so caught up with you and me I totally forgot about that."

He couldn't help but smirk. "Yeah, I'm pretty unforgettable and distracting."

"That's me, you dumbass. You're just a pain in the ass."

"I'm your pain in the ass."

She threw him a smirk. "I'll take what I can get."

"So, what'll it be? Tell everyone now or tell everyone after the wedding? If I know you and I know I do, I'll bet you're going to be raving on about how you don't want to steal the spotlight blah blah blah,"

"Ugh, fine. You're right. We'll wait until after."

"Good."

"Good? Don't you want everyone to know you've finally knocked up the great Donna Paulsen?"

"Actually, I'd rather keep our child my dirty little secret."

Harvey had never been a man for the holidays, but being around Donna always changed his perspective on everything.

Before, he would spend New Year's Eve at some bar, inevitably make a connection with some woman, and take her home after kissing her when the ball dropped.

He rang in the new year in a completely different way. Gone were the one night stands and the "hi-good-morning-you-have-to-leave" talks the next morning. Instead, him and Donna had gone to a classy bar with a jazz band, and they had sat on the same side of the booth with his arm wrapped around her and her head tucked into his shoulder as they had basked in the mellow tunes of the group. They left before midnight, had some old-fashioned adult fun in the shower, before watching the ball from the balcony of Harvey's apartment in the comfort of nothing but fluffy bath robes and champagne.

Harvey reflected that this was the most tame New Year's Eve Harvey had ever had. Gone were the days of stumbling around drunk, incoherent and uncontrollably horny. At one point in NYE of 2009, Harvey was pretty sure he had been so inebriated, he had almost decided to try crack.

He chuckled at the memory, momentarily forgetting his arms were full of a very happy, cotton-covered Donna. She turned her face from the fireworks to look at him

"What's so funny?"

"Nothing."

"You really trying to pull that one still ? I'm Donna, I know. Your left mole is raised two centimeters up and you're smiling, what funny incident were you thinking about this time?"

"Promise not to judge?"

"That's my job. Who else keeps you in line." she smirked, he let out another laugh.

"I was just thinking about how I celebrated this day in previous years,"

"Low blow, Specter. You're thinking about your string of bimbos whilst holding me in your arms?"

"I'll have you know, you're my favorite bimbo, Debbie." she punched him playfully.

"You're the worst. But keep going."

"Anyways, I remembered in 2009, I had had enough shots of vodka that crack sounded very appealing when it was offered to me."

She giggled. "Oh, yeah, that."

Harvey was momentarily stunned. "What do you mean? Why do you sound like you remember such an incident? Because I made sure that I told nobody about that after it happened." He had figured it wouldn't have been the best idea to use his experience of having almost done crack as an anecdote with the best lawyers in the City. "Seriously, I told no one. I know you're good, Donna, but you can't be that good if there were no witnesses!"

She giggled again. It infuriated him. He let go of her to pull back and look her in the eye.

"First of all, that happened in 2010. You may have made sure to clean up after yourself the day after, but what happened after that you don't remember, apparently. Let's just say... you really, really wanted to try it."

"Oh no..."

"And by that, I mean you called me at like 3AM New Year's Day asking if it was a good idea. Then you proceeded to ramble on about how you didn't care, you were going to do it regardless because the night was young and that if something happened to you, you would leave you apartment in my hands and I could use your money to buy myself nice things after you granted me the permission to sell your Tom Ford suits."

He groaned and felt his blood rush to his face in a rare moment of his life.

"I knew you were beyond gone by then, considering how much you are in obsessed with your attire, so I asked you where you are by pretending that I wanted to try crack with you and I got up and dragged your ass back to your home, right before you were about to shove the pipe up your damn nose. I made sure you were tucked in and passed out but just enough, then I went back to my place."

"That's how I made it back in one piece? Because I drunk-dialed you proclaiming I wanted to do drugs?"

"Yeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeep."

"Wait, but it was New Year's. You didn't have any plans?"

"Harvey, it was fucking 3AM. We aren't 25 anymore, you big fat loser. But if you must know, no, that New Year's Eve was a sham for me. My date was a ridiculous banker who was unfortunately, very cute but oh so handsy. I was back by 11, and spent the rest of the night brooding about the perverse men in the world while downing a whole bottle of wine. Then I had was woken up because I had to... save your ass. Worst crossing into the new year ever."

The realization of the truth hit him like a train. Regardless of where he was, what he was doing, or who he was with, Donna had always been there regardless of where she was, what she was doing, or who she was with. After all these years, she was still saving his ass. He didn't even want to begin to imagine how his life would have turned out without her around.

"Sorry," he replied sheepishly. "but at least I'm not too handsy?"

"No, you are. But at least from you I like it. It was all worth it, anyway, seeing Harvey Reginald Specter reach rock bottom."

"I hope today was better?" he asked softly, reaching out for her to pull her into a hug.

"I reckon 2016 is going to be my favorite year, does that tell you anything?"

He kissed her, soft and sweet. "I love you, Donna. Happy New Year. Thanks for stopping me from becoming a crack addict"

"You're an idiot. May you never wake me up in the middle of my beauty sleep ever again."

Later in the night, as they retreated from the balcony back into the bedroom, the conversation he had just had outside remained ingrained in his mind. As Donna propositioned him to sit on the bed while she took off her bathrobe in a way that made Harvey pant, he decided a very important matter.

He needed to marry this woman.

She was the love of his life, had always been. He had just never allowed himself to see her in that way and after this reunion, he couldn't see her in anything but. The thought of that banker touching her made his blood boil, even if it had occurred six years prior. How dare that mysterious face have touched her inappropriately.

He was knocked out of his breath as she pushed him down, covering his body with hers while simultaneously kissing him temporarily out of his thoughts. As he regained his senses and flipped her over, he looked at her for a brief second and felt a wave of relief that the banker hadn't worked out anyway, because otherwise he wouldn't have her here like this. It scared him to think how he might have missed out on a life with his redhead.

He took a moment too long. "Harvey, are you okay?" she whispered, hands rubbing down his shoulders with a concerned look on her face.

"Yeah, I just. You're beautiful," was all he could utter.

He vowed to himself at that moment as he slid into her, he would find some way to tie the knot with her after his associate's wedding and be the man she deserved.

He had officially given his heart to the woman who had had it all along.

Two more chapters left!

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