Epilogue

Harvey closed his eyes, took in the moment. His arm was around Mike's waist, his leg tangled up in Mike's, his whole body wrapped around Mike's. Their skins were touching, brushing against one another's, damp with sweat. He couldn't picture a place he'd rather be... except maybe rubbing Tanner's face into the concrete with another win. But no. This was better than the high of winning. It was like winning in court, or out of court, or on a court – it was like winning but sharing that win with someone else, and they are equally fulfilled with you winning and them winning, and you just bask in the mutual amazement of your win, and both your egos get stroked and neither of you gets jealous.

It was a rush. It was a show. It was amazing.

Mike was panting into his shoulder, building up sweat and condensation with his hot breath, and he was slowly moving against Harvey as though uncomfortable and trying to find a better position between two spots. Harvey smiled and leaned his head on Mike's.

Not much time had passed since their mutual win, but it seemed Mike was looking for the high again, and Harvey was coming down from it too so he wouldn't tell Mike no.

"I love you," he murmured out over Mike's head. Mike stopped his shifting. His breath went still. "I do. I do."

Mike raised himself up to kiss Harvey. "I do," he murmured right back between their lips.

"I do." Harvey pulled Mike closer against him. "All of you."

"All of us?"

It had been a month since Harvey's first confession. After much pulling, Mike had moved in. It proved better for both of their sleeping habits even if you took our their personal feelings. Harvey thought of the loud way Mike ate cereal while he himself drank coffee and read the newspaper, which Mike never seemed to have the time for. He thought of finding one sock on the balcony and fearing the other had flown off somewhere only to find it on Mike's foot. He thought of Mike rearranging his bookshelves and how he brought a new eyesore of a bike into the condo despite Harvey's town car. He thought of how Mike liked to brush his teeth while he walked around getting ready.

"I do," he said. He rubbed his leg between Mike's legs and kissed him when he started to moan. "I also like this, but yes. I do."

"I do too," Mike promised between a pant and moan.

"Idiot," Harvey scolded, but Mike only clung to him. "I already knew that."

The little girl in front of him was silent, listening intently to him tell the story of Mike's amnesia. He smiled with his aging mouth, with his aging wrinkles, with his aging eyes surrounded by smile lines. She smiled in return and then he frowned, and the little girl's face dropped faster than a thermometer put in a freezer.

"That was how I learned I'd loved your grandpa from day one and had only been delaying the inevitable with my own stupidity," he said. He was thinking about the sex and the first time he'd said 'I love you', though he didn't dare tell those parts to the girl.

"What's... stupididy?" the girl asked.

"It means I was stupid," he explained.

She gasped. "You not supposed to say that word!"

He could only smile sadly. "Yes. Your Grampie used to say that too sometimes. Even though he called me that all the time. I miss the way he used to tease me... ask me to stop quoting movies and be serious more often in our discussions."

"Grampie Harvey?"

Harvey turned away from her, staring off at the kitchen where his adopted son was trying to figure out his part of Christmas dinner – the ham. Harvey wanted to go scold him and show him, for the fiftieth time, how to properly cook a God damned pig, but age had finally caught up with Harvey to the point that he was starting not to care as much. He would just let them all figure it out themselves... unless the specifically asked for help. Harvey was never above being needed.

He thought back to when they'd adopted Eric, to raising him, to the day he went across country for college and Mike had to keep him from losing his cool, to the day Eric got engaged and then married, and to the day their first grandchild was born. Their fourth was the one crouched in front of him. Her name was Anna. She'd mentioned a friend of hers had a boyfriend now and it seemed like she'd forgotten all about Anna because she spent all the time on the playground with Billy instead of Anna. Young love and forgetfulness had drawn up Harvey's memories of so long ago... some fifty years ago.

"Your Grampie Mike... He taught me everything. About life, hope and the long journey ahead. I'll always miss him. But our love is like the wind. I can't see it, but I can feel it," Harvey said and smiled to himself at the use of another old movie quote. That one was from "A Walk to Remember" if Harvey's memory was as good as he liked to believe it was. Mike teased him for an hour after learning he knew that one.

Anna showed amazing patience while he stared off. After a minute of silence, which was a very long time indeed for someone her age, she began to fidget. "What you thinkin about?" she asked.

"I was thinking how nothin' lasts and what a shame that is," Harvey said, quoting again. Benjamin Button, just like the night he confessed. "Grampie Mike and me... we grew old together. We changed together. We retired... well I retired. He was too dumb for that. Never got over that need to help people."

He glanced down at his granddaughter, saw the sadness and fear on her face as she listened. Her upper lip wavered, and Harvey couldn't bring himself to feel anything by proud that he was brining her to tears.

Something hit him in the head then and dropped into his lap – a tiny to-go bag of pretzels.

"Stop talking like I'm dead, ass...ahem. You're scaring Anna," Mike said, coming up beside Harvey's chair.

Anna squeeled with delight and jumped up to hug him, and he lifted her into his arms to complete the action. "I thought you would never come back!" she exclaimed. "You left forever!"

"Awww, don't let Grampie Harvey scare you. Just remember he's a fibber and you'll survive," Mike promised. He gave her a big, exaggerated kiss on the cheek and set her down. She instantly ran off to go find her sister and Mike shifted to cross his arms and look disapprovingly at Harvey. "Excuse?" he asked.

"I thought you would never come back!" Harvey exclaimed in mock of the child. "You were gone forever!" Harvey stood and wrapped Mike in a hug.

Mike rolled his eyes. "I was gone for ten minutes to get milk, you senile bastard."

Harvey shook his head. "I think I broke my hip while you were gone," he said.

"You're standing just fine."

"That's how long you were gone. I'm healed." and Harvey kissed him.

"I think I liked you better when you were in your thirties and pretended you didn't have a sense of humor or a heart," Mike complained and pushed Harvey's face away.

Harvey snorted. "Mike, if that's how you really felt, you'd have severed ties as soon as we started sleeping together. No one sleeps with Harvey Specter without discovering he's actually a cuddler."

"Sleeping together?" It was Anna's brother, Steven. He was only two years older than her. Mike cleared his throat but Harvey looked unashamed at being caught.

"Like sleeping near each other, Steven," Mike explained. "Like sleepovers."

"Ooooh! I get it!" and he ran off after his bouncy ball toy.

Harvey was smirking when Mike looked at him again. Mike was unimpressed. "You're a terrible person."

"I am who I am, and I am who I was, and I am who I will always be." Harvey winked.

"Merlin, what've we said about you trying to be funny?" Mike asked.

Harvey's smirk turned into a smile. "I shouldn't," he said to complete the quote.

Mike's arms finally hugged him back, and Mike's lips finally met his, but then his significant other was pulling away to go into the kitchen. Consolidation? He was tugging Harvey along with him.

"I knew getting you into old TV shows was a bad idea," he grumbled, but Harvey saw him smiling.

"Well once we'd watched all the movies, we had to go somewhere," Harvey rationalized. "Besides, it helped us bond with Eric, and you've always been about bonding."

"Did you know?" Mike asked, trying to change the subject. "There are enough restaurants in New York City for you to eat out every night for fifty years, and never eat at the same place."

"Yes." Now Harvey rolled his eyes. "You've reminded me repeatedly since the day you moved in... and we proved it too."

Now Mike was laughing. "God, I'm amazed we didn't get fat over the years," he said. His grip tightened around Harvey's hand, and Harvey squeezed back in return. It had been a good fifty years, and he could only hope he was lucky enough to get fifty more.

The End

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