A/N: As promised, here's the epilogue! It's just a short addendum to the story, a glimpse of what might happen in their future. It's supposed to be a little open, but I was able to include some dialogue I had ended up deleting from a previous chapter, so I hope everyone likes it. Thanks so much to everyone who's taken the time to leave a review, it means the world to me. Hopefully I'll see you in my next stories :)

EPILOGUE

Harvey watched from the doorway as Donna took off her heels near the kitchen counter. It was something that amused him, the way she'd take off her heels first thing every evening when she got home. Today had been a particularly long day; she had pulled off organizing an entire wedding in just a few days, everything went according to her plans, and he had woken up in Chicago and tried to help Jessica and still managed to be back in New York for the wedding.

It had been a beautiful wedding.

He could try and say something about the decoration or the arrangements or how good Mike and Rachel looked, but he only had eyes for the maid of honor — her wavy hair swept over one shoulder, that black dress that left her back half exposed. Things were changing with all of them, taking a rhythm that could only be called what life really was about. Mike and Rachel leaving, Louis getting back together with Sheila, Robert joining the firm…

He and Donna, together. For real, this time. Forever.

He put his suit jacket on the counter and made his way to the record player. Donna was in the process of getting a glass of water and he didn't have to turn around to know she was shaking his head at him. He quickly selected a record — one of his father's — and turned it on.

"You do know that it's late and we have neighbors, right?" She pointed out, unable to stop herself.

He really liked to hear her say these things — they had been virtually living together since that evening she brought him home with her, but after they got engaged it became more official somehow — they were more comfortable in calling each other's apartment home, anyway. It didn't matter the place, it only mattered where they were. Wherever she was, it was home to him. It had taken him a long time realizing that; he actually understood Mike leaving with Rachel. It didn't matter where they were as long as they had each other.

It was the same with him and Donna. While they hadn't yet settled on one place specifically, talks of finding their own place were becoming more frequent. Meanwhile, they took turns in each other's apartments. It was still temporary, but it was working well.

"We have thick walls, otherwise they'd have complained of other stuff before," Harvey arched his eyebrows twice, making her laugh as she put the glass down. "Come here."

It didn't take a second request for her to come closer. There was a soft smile playing on her lips and he fell in love with her again today — at the wedding, at the party, while dining and dancing. Things were changing all around them, and he wondered how he would have felt about Mike and Rachel leaving if he didn't have her in his life, just like this.

He wanted one more dance with her before the night was over.

She settled in his arms easily, comfortably; without her heels her hair brushed against his cheek and he leaned into her embrace, with her hands around his neck and his arms around her waist. He pressed his lips against her temple and sighed, the two of them swaying to the familiar jazz song.

"You okay?" Donna asked softly, her breath on his neck.

She had refrained from doing so at the reception. The wedding in itself had been a surprise, but the fact that his best friend and her best friend were leaving to work on the other side of the country took him completely off guard. He felt like he should have seen it coming and, judging by the serenity on Donna's face, she must have known or guessed it, or at the very least expected it to happen sooner rather than later. But then she had always had more clarity of these situations than he did.

"Yeah. I really thought we'd end up marrying before those two," he commented, to lighten things up a little.

He felt Donna chuckle against him. "They did take a long time before deciding to do it. We won't do that."

"You could have fooled me," Harvey mumbled.

Donna pulled away to meet his eye. "Harvey, we've been engaged for three months. That's hardly a long time."

"True," he agreed. "We haven't talked much about what we want, though."

"No," Donna pouted a little, settling against him once more. "There's always something. Jessica needs help, Louis needs help. Now Mike and Rachel are leaving, we're in the middle of a merge, Alex will want his name on the wall…"

"It never stops," he concluded. He used to love the thrill, never knowing what the future held. Sure, they had financial stability, but professionally speaking, they didn't have a lot. It was a matter of time before someone else came after them — or him, personally. They both knew it. "We could have it done at the Hamptons."

Donna hummed against him. "Something small. Close friends and family."

Harvey grinned. "The mighty Donna Paulsen doesn't want a big white wedding featuring all of New York's finest?"

She laughed. "The mighty Donna Paulsen wants to share this with the people who matter."

Harvey's grin turned into a soft smile. "Close friends and family it is."

"Now it's all a matter of setting the date and then postponing it when the firm demands too much of us," Donna joked. Exactly what Mike and Rachel had been doing for the last two years. He really didn't want that.

Sure, they knew they'd be together forever; they didn't need a ceremony or a piece of paper saying that. To him, forever started when they kissed in front of the elevators that evening. He hoped it was the same to her.

"Let's settle this merger first," he suggested slowly, feeling a sudden nervousness to share this with her, unsure of what she'd think of the idea. "Once it's over, we could have our wedding, take a long honeymoon."

The words got stuck in his throat, and he pondered how to bring this up with her. Helping Jessica in Chicago, seeing Mike and Rachel off to Seattle, it just made sense to him.

"And then not come back?" Donna asked softly.

He stilled in her arms, pulled away to really look at her.

She shrugged. "There's more to life than the firm. I figured Jessica has been planting that in your head for a while."

He made a face.

"Did she offer you a job in Chicago?" Donna asked, her voice low and careful.

He shook his head. "I'm sure she'd find me something if I wanted, though," Harvey pursed his lips, squeezed her waist softly. "I know you love being COO."

Donna frowned. "I can be COO somewhere else. It's not a problem," she assured him. "Just… not Connecticut."

"Pretty sure we decided some time ago Connecticut is off limits," he let out a laugh. "Boston isn't as small."

It was just an idea, of course. He and his mom were closer than they had been in decades, and his mom really treated Donna like the daughter she never had. It was still close to Donna's family, the city had good opportunities and he thought he could see them there in the future. His family close by, his mom a part of their life. So, he held his breath and waited for her reaction.

"It isn't. Your brother's restaurant is pretty good," she said, tilting her head. "You thinking of the white picket fence already? Because I'm not sure that's our thing."

"It really isn't," he agreed. "Our own company doesn't sound bad."

"Now, that depends."

He frowned. "On what?"

"On whether or not my name's gonna be on the wall," Donna said matter-of-factly.

"I'll give you a better one," he couldn't help but grin. "Both your names will be on the wall."

"Donna Paulsen? That sounds amazing, I have to say. Just like me."

He shook his head, because she was so infuriating and so quick in making fun of him. He never wanted to spend another day apart from her.

"Paulsen Specter, smartass," Harvey replied. He watched as the laughter died on her lips, replaced by what he could only guess to be emotional tears in her eyes. He brought his hand to her jaw, caressed her cheek with his thumb. "It's just an idea we could elaborate."

She nodded slowly. "I like it," a soft smile appeared on her lips. "Something with less working hours would be great."

"Yeah. We could even get a dog," he suggested.

Donna chuckled. "Yeah. A couple of kids too. In the future."

"In the future."

They shared a smile. It was a start — they definitely had a lot to figure out, but it felt like a step in the right direction. He didn't care about where they went as long as he had her. Slowing things down seemed like the next logical step to him, to both of them. Perhaps they'd be able to find a perfect place for them in Boston, and maybe they'd be able to have their own company and he really doesn't care about a dog but if that was something she'd want he'd gladly give it to her.

He supposed adding to their family of two was a matter of time.

First, however, they had a lot to catch up on.

"Have I told you how beautiful you look tonight?" Harvey said softly, feeling her fingers play with the hairs near his neck.

"You might have mentioned it once or twice," Donna replied. There was a soft glow to her features. "I don't mind hearing it again, though."

"Stunning," he started as he got closer. "Amazing. Very, very beautiful."

She was laughing just as his lips met hers, and he felt her smile all through it as their tongues touched gently and he kissed her slow and deep. He had been gone for just a few days and he had already missed her terribly. He really had no idea how he managed so many years without her.

Luckily, he'd never have to deal with that again.

She melted into him, the telltale signs of some champagne in her veins and that she had missed him too. He rested one palm on the curve of her hip and the other played with the bare skin her dress showed off. It was about time the dress went to the floor, he thought.

Suddenly, a memory crossed through his mind and he chuckled, interrupting their kissing all of a sudden. Donna pulled back and tossed him a curious look.

"I just remembered something Mike told me," he told her.

She brought her hands to his chest and started undoing his tie. "Well?"

"He asked me to be his best man, months ago, and told me we had to make sure I didn't sleep with the maid of honor at the wedding," Harvey said.

Donna let out a laugh. "And you both knew I was the maid of honor."

"Yep."

"Well, it's a good thing Harvey Specter likes going against the rules," she arched her eyebrows. "He's definitely doing more than just sleeping with the maid of honor tonight."

"Just the way I like it, then," Harvey arched his eyebrows.

Without warning, he slipped his arms down her waist and knees and lifted her up, bridal style. Donna let out a tiny shriek and he realized the record player had been silent for a few minutes already. She was laughing as he started walking towards their bedroom.

"What on earth are you doing?" Donna asked, her tone nothing short of amusement and love.

He winked at her. "Gotta practice before we make this maid of honor a bride."

"Mm, I like that," she said, pressing a kiss to his neck.

Things turned a little less gracious when he laid her on the bed, shedding his tie and shirt quickly before helping her out of her dress. He made love to her slowly afterwards, labored breaths mingling as they held each other close and he moved within her, blankets and bed covers all but put aside, clothes all over the bedroom floor, just the way they liked best. He lost himself to her, in her scent and her freckles and the hazel of her eyes, and when they were finished he was certain this was how he wanted to spend the rest of his days.

Later, he watched as she slept — the light snores she refused to believe she emitted making him smile slightly. She had an arm draped around his waist and her head close to his. He pressed a kiss to her shoulder and declared to himself that the evening, even with its surprises, was a success. They had been a great team at the DA's office, an even better one at Pearson Hardman. But being with her like this, just the two of them, was the best team they had ever made.

He was excited at the prospect of whatever else the future reserved for them.