I saw a prompt on Twitter, and then this happened...Finding my own kind of closure with the Suits series finale. (As per usual, thanks to my beta bb Sarah (catsballeths on Twitter) for her help with this! (pls check out her work if you haven't b/c my god what an artist)

Hope you enjoy this little take on the Specters in Seattle ~

They had left New York quickly. Not so quickly that they'd disappeared like thieves in the night, but less than two weeks after their last day at the firm, their apartments were listed for rent, their belongings were packed, shipped, and sold, their final, tearful goodbyes were said - and they were off.

They didn't go to Seattle straight away, though, deciding they wanted to spend some time celebrating their marriage before starting their new jobs. They spent a week in Napa Valley, touring a different vineyard each day and falling into bed tangled together each night - drunk on the wine and the happiness that comes with marrying your best friend.

It wasn't until weeks later, as they were settling into their new home, that Donna was reminded of Harvey's promise to get married again for their families. She and Rachel were in her kitchen, glasses of wine in hand, unpacking the final boxes and making up for lost girl time, while Harvey and Mike were out at a bar, doing much the same.

"When are you going to do it again?" Rachel asked casually, unwrapping a vase and placing it in the cabinet.

"Do what?"

"Get married," Rachel replied with an exhale, as if it was the most obvious question in the world.

"Oh," Donna replied, taking another sip of wine and sinking down into one of their new stools on the other side of the counter.

"I don't know, Rach. We just moved, and started new jobs - a lot is happening right now, I'm not sure I have time to plan a wedding," she admitted with a laugh, looking up at her friend.

"I'll do it," Rachel replied, without missing a beat.

"Seriously?" Donna locked eyes with Rachel again, surprised by her earnest and enthusiastic response.

"Of course," she replied, reaching across the counter for Donna' glass and pouring her a refill, "you did it for me," she reminded her with a smile. "Plus, it'll allow you to make up for the fact that I wasn't at the first one," she added, shooting her friend a pointed gaze.

"You're never gonna let us live that down, are you?" Donna asked with a laugh, taking a sip of wine.

"Donna," she said with a huff, "you got married, and I found out about it after the fact," she stressed, resting her elbows on the countertop and leaning forward slightly, "and I know it was 'unplanned' and a 'spur of the moment decision'," she continued, using air quotes to emphasize some of her words, "but I really want to see my best friend dance with her husband on her wedding day," she finished with a smile.

Donna didn't respond immediately, but from the soft smile spread across her face and they way her head was tilted, Rachel could tell that she was more or less convinced.

"Plus," she added with a smirk, "aren't you going to want wedding photos to show to your kids one day?" she asked, teasing her.

"Let's take things one step at a time," Donna replied with a laugh, "wedding first, and then we can talk about the kids."

Another glass of wine each and they'd talked through the big items for the wedding. They decided to hold it back on the east coast, figuring it'd be easier for the four of them to fly back, rather than make everyone they'd want to invite fly to them. When it came to the question of venue, Donna was sure she wanted it to be at the same place as Louis', seeing it was also where she and Harvey had gotten engaged and married for the first time. Rachel had all but appointed herself as matron of honor, but Donna also wanted her bridal party to include Samantha, Katrina, and possibly her older sister, but definitely Louis. She guessed that Harvey would choose Mike as a best man, and he'd also ask Marcus, and probably Alex to be groomsmen. They were working on narrowing down a date using the venue's online scheduler when they heard Harvey's keys rattling in the lock.

"It looks like you ladies had fun," he said, striding into the kitchen and gesturing to the three empty wine bottles on the counter before dipping down to give Donna a quick kiss.

"And it smells like you did too," she replied, teasingly pushing him away from her as the slightest trace of marijuana filled her nose.

"So," she said, ignoring her and turning to face Rachel, "mission accomplished?" he asked.

"Mission accomplished," she confirmed with a nod, turning her pad of paper towards him so he could see what they'd been working on.

"Mission what -," Donna paused, looking between her husband and best friend for a few seconds before putting the pieces together.

"You put her up to this?" she asked, pointing to Harvey and laughing in disbelief.

"I did," he said, a smug grin spreading across his, satisfied that he once again was able to catch her off guard. "Because," he started to explain, knowing a question would be the next thing out of her mouth, "if I asked, you'd say yes regardless of how you felt if you thought it'd make me happy. If Rachel asked, you'd say yes only if you wanted to do it," he finished, locking eyes with her as a small smile spread across her face.

"You're something else, Specter, you know that?" she said, her hands finding his waist as he stepped in front of the stool she was sitting on.

"Marry me, again?" he asked.

"Just try and stop me," she replied, smiling as his lips found hers.

The next couple of months passed quickly. Between settling in at their new firm, putting the finishing touches on their house, and wedding planning, Donna and Harvey were kept busy. Not busy in the sleepless nights and stressed out way that their work in New York had sometimes left them, but the good, happy kind of busy that comes when you're building a life with someone.

It was because she was busy that the appointment she and Rachel had scheduled for a wedding dress had snuck up on her. As she pointed out when she'd first scheduled the appointment, even though it was her second wedding, it was her first wedding dress - and she wanted to find something she loved as much as that black Monique Lhuillier one she'd worn for her impromptu ceremony. Aside from marrying her husband again, finding a dress was the part she'd been most excited for and it broke her heart a little bit when she'd called to cancel the appointment scheduled for that Saturday.

She still showed up at Rachel's house as planned on Saturday morning, wanting to tell her about the cancelled appointment - and the reason behind it - in person. Coffee and pastries in hand, she let herself in and found Rachel waiting for her in the kitchen.

"Ready to go?" Rachel asked, clapping her hands together in excitement and practically leaping down from the stool she'd been sitting on.

"I cancelled the appointment," Donna replied, passing her friend a cup of coffee.

"Donna - What?" she asked, surprised by Donna's matter-of-fact delivery, and confused by the content, almost happy expression on her face.

"Rach, don't worry," Donna said, realizing that Rachel's brain was probably working a mile a minute to figure out what changed since they confirmed the appointment a week prior, "it's a good thing," she assured her as the corners of her mouth turned up in the slightest of smiles.

"What do you mean?" she asked, shooting her a questioning look.

"I'm pregnant!" she said excitedly, the smile on her face growing wider as she spoke. It was only the second time she'd said the words out loud - having just told Harvey the night before. She was thrilled, and still a little bit surprised by the news that a small part of her didn't quite believe it yet.

"Donna! That's fantastic!" Rachel practically screamed, pulling her friend into a tight hug as she did. "I thought you guys weren't trying yet?" she inquired, pulling back from the hug to look at Donna.

And they weren't, at least not exactly. They hadn't talked about kids before they were married, but when they met Louis' daughter and Donna held her in her arms, their eyes locked and they realized they were on the same page. Based on that moment, and several conversations that followed, Donna had made an appointment to remove her IUD a couple weeks after their honeymoon. They decided to let nature run its course and didn't think about it too much because, given their age and the fact that Donna had been on some sort of birth control for the last 20 years, they figured it would take time. Her periods had been irregular as her hormones balanced out, so she hadn't picked up on the pregnancy as early as she might have. The little bit of morning sickness she experienced didn't phase her either, as it happened the same week most of the firm was down for the count with a stomach bug. It wasn't until her favorite dresses started fitting more snugly around her stomach and chest that she thought maybe, so she scheduled a doctor's appointment. A week later the doctor confirmed what she'd started to suspect - that she was, in fact, about four and a half months pregnant.

"Donna, I'm so happy for you!" Rachel said again after Donna recapped how she'd discovered her pregnancy. "And Harvey's happy too?" she asked.

"Oh my gosh, he's thrilled!" Donna gushed, a smile forming on her face as she recalled Harvey's excitement from the night before when she'd told him. She'd ordered an impossibly tiny New York Yankees onesie and wrapped it up for him. She smiled as she watched his expression change from confusion to understanding to excitement in a matter of seconds. She could barely get the words 'I'm pregnant' out before he was at her side, enveloping her in a hug and sweeping her off her feet.

"This doesn't mean you have to cancel the wedding though," Rachel said, the tone of her voice almost questioning, wondering if Donna's cancellation of the wedding dress appointment meant she wanted to call off the whole thing.

"Rach, it's okay," Donna replied, giving her friend's shoulder a reassuring squeeze, letting her know that she was content with her decision.

"There was a point, not too long ago actually, where I thought I'd run out of time to be a mom," Donna explained, "I want to enjoy being pregnant, without the added pressures of wedding planning and dress fittings. I'm not getting any younger, and this may be the only chance I get," she finished, a content smile spreading across her face.

"Are you sure?"

"Absolutely," Donna replied nodding her head as she spoke, "now, what do say you take those wedding planning skills and start planning the world's best baby shower for our little chickpea?"

Lillian Elizabeth Paulsen Specter was born on a cold and windy evening in early November. She was a week and a half early, which delighted and frustrated her mother in equal parts. Delighted because the last month of her pregnancy had left Donna stiff and uncomfortable, wanting nothing more than to finally hold her baby girl in her arms. But frustrated because the morning she went into labor, she and Rachel had planned one last shopping trip for the newborn, with Donna hoping to find the perfect outfit to bring her daughter home from the hospital in.

Harvey would always say that their daughter coming early was just another example of what a perfect blend of both of her parents she was. She always kept them guessing and had a hard time following instructions unless it was something she wanted to do too. From the moment the delivery nurse had laid Lily on Donna's chest, Harvey was absolutely besotted with his daughter. Her button nose that turned up slightly at the end and the little tufts of red hair on the top of her head were all Donna, and when her little hand reached up and clasped onto Donna's finger like her life depended on it, Harvey swore he'd never seen anything more beautiful.

Rachel and Mike's daughter Morgan was born six months later and the two became fast friends. From afternoons spent playing on the floor of one of the conference rooms at the firm to weekend adventures around Seattle, the two were practically attached at the hip. Harvey and Mike always joked that watching their daughters interact was like watching miniature versions of their wives.

Soon enough, a routine developed where Harvey and Donna would have a date night on Tuesdays, leaving Lily with Mike and Rachel for the night. On Thursdays, they'd return the favor with Morgan giving the other couple a night to themselves. The two families spent most Saturday evenings together, laughing and enjoying one another's company over a home cooked meal and dessert prepared by the girls with Rachel's careful supervision. The nights often ended with the adults reminiscing over old times from their lives in New York over a bottle of wine as Morgan and Lily played in the next room, usually falling asleep to a movie.

One Saturday evening the two couples found themselves around Rachel and Mike's dining room table laughing over Rachel's retelling of the time she helped Louis sue Nigel Nesbit for custody of his cat as their daughters played their make believe creation of the moment - princesses and pirate ships - in the living room. The game was a lively one which involved removing all the cushions from the couch and scattering them around the room. As the two princesses escaped their evil captors, they hopped across the ocean from one cushion island to the next until they climbed aboard the couch pirate ship, home to a friendly group of pirates who'd bring them to safety.

As Donna stood to refill the table's wine glasses, they heard a large crash from the other room. Looking in the direction of the noise they saw two sheepish looking doe eyed six year olds making their way towards their parents. Lily held what looked to be a broken picture frame in her hands and, by the way she was pursing her lips together Donna could tell she was trying not to cry.

Unsurprisingly, Lily went right to Mike with the broken object. He'd always had a soft spot for her - unable to say no to even her most outlandish request when she flashed him those big hazel eyes. Donna had to hand it to her daughter - the kid was smart, and was learning how to read people in the same way that she could.

Lily deposited the cracked frame on the table in front of Mike and crawled into his lap, burying her face in his neck slightly before speaking. "I broke your pretty picture," she mumbled, which made Mike smile.

"The picture isn't broken, Chickpea, just the frame," Mike assured her, smoothing his hand over the top of her hair, "we can get a new frame."

"Really?" Lily asked, turning to look at Mike, still slightly unsure.

"Really," Mike confirmed, lifting the photo out of the frame and carefully brushing away the broken pieces of glass to reveal a perfectly intact picture, "see?"

"Okay good," Lily replied, satisfied with his answer. Her eyes were glued to the photo as she spoke. It was taken on Rachel and Mike's wedding day and showed a smiling Mike with one arm above his head, hand clasped in Rachel's who was mid twirl under his arm.

"Is this from when you and Rachel got married?" Lily asked, pulling her eyes away from the picture to look back at Mike.

"It is," he confirmed with a smile, "we have a whole bunch of pictures from our wedding, some even have your mommy and daddy in them," he explained.

"Wow," Lily breathed, her eyes growing wide at the thought. She looked across the table at her parents, contemplating for a moment before speaking again.

"Why don't you have pictures from your wedding?" she asked earnestly, the question causing both Mike and Rachel to laugh, as Donna and Harvey exchanged hesitant glances.

"Well," Harvey said with a breath, casting another glance to his side, hoping Donna would jump in with an explanation.

"We got married quickly -," Donna started to explain, before Rachel cut her off mid-sentence.

"So quickly they didn't even invite me to the wedding," Rachel said, eyes wide as she turned to Lily.

"What?!" Lily gasped, looking between her parents once again, "Mommy, you didn't even invite your best friend to your party! That's not nice!" She exclaimed. Harvey had to cough to hide his laughter at her reaction, her little lips turned downwards into a slight frown and the crinkle in her eyebrows a telltale sign that she didn't like what she was hearing.

"Turning my own daughter against me, thanks Rach," Donna shot across the table, rolling her eyes as she spoke.

"We were going to throw a big party," Harvey started, jumping in in an effort to salvage his wife's reputation in the eyes of his daughter, "but then you came along and took up all of our time," he finished, shooting her a wink.

"Yeah, you're quite the handful, little miss," Mike added, tickling her sides which made her squeal with laughter.

Later that night, Lily was tucked into bed and snuggled into Donna's side listening to her read Eloise at the Plaza for what was probably the millionth time. As Donna finished the book and placed it on the nightstand, she felt Lily stir slightly by her side.

"I'm sorry I ruined your wedding party, Mommy," she said quietly, her gaze shifted downward as her hands tugged the blanket higher up towards her chin.

Donna couldn't help but smile at the sincerity and slight remorsefulness in her voice. "Oh honey," she said softly, smoothing the top of her hair before planting a kiss, "you didn't ruin anything," she assured her.

"Are you sure?" Lily asked, her wide hazel eyes meeting Donna's, still slightly unsure.

"Absolutely," Donna confirmed with a nod, "we got to celebrate something even more special," she said with a smile.

"Really? What?"

"You of course!" Donna confirmed, sinking down lower onto the bed and pulling her daughter closer to her, so her head was resting on her chest. She ran her hand from the top of her head down her back several times. The two sat in comfortable silence for several minutes before Lily spoke again.

"Do you think you could do it now?" she asked, mumbling against Donna's chest.

"Do what, Chickpea?"

"Marry Daddy again," she clarified, as if her question was the most obvious thing in the world.

"Lily -," Donna started, but was promptly interrupted by her suddenly very excited six year old who had shifted and was now sitting on her knees.

"Please, please, pleeeeease?!" she practically begged, bouncing up and down slightly, "We could have a huge big party, and Rachel can come, and Morgan, and we can all be in the wedding and wear fancy dresses! I've never been to a wedding before and how cool would it be of my first wedding was yours?!" Lily finished, her voice growing more animated and excited with each word she spoke.

"Well, maybe," Donna said with a sigh, contemplating the idea, "I'll have to talk to Daddy."

"Pinky promise you'll think about it," Lily propositioned, extending her hand to Donna's.

"Pinky promise," she confirmed with a nod, grasping her daughter's pinky in her own.

Donna stood up as Lily slid under the covers again, satisfied with their brief conversation. "You know you can't break a pink promise," she said, as Donna leaned down to give the top of her head a kiss.

"Goodnight," Donna said, a sing-song tone in her voice as she turned off the lights and left her daughter's room.

"Guess what Lily just asked us to do?" Donna asked her husband, leaning against the doorframe to their ensuite bathroom as he got ready for bed.

"If she's starting another campaign to get a puppy -," Harvey started with an amused sigh.

"It's not that," Donna confirmed, echoing his amusement, "she wants us to get married again, and throw a big party."

"Let's do it," Harvey replied, turning away from the mirror to face her, a sincere smile spread across his face.

"What?" she asked, tilting her head to one side, surprised by his immediate enthusiasm.

"Why not," he challenged, leaning against the bathroom counter and resting his hands on the surface behind him. "I mean, how many people get two wedding nights with the same person," he joked, smirking at her.

"Harvey, I'm serious," she said, rolling her eyes and shaking her head slightly.

"Okay then," he reasons, reaching out a hand and inviting her closer to him. She crosses the bathroom in a few steps, stopping just in front of him. His hands come to rest on her waist as he continued, "think of it as a big anniversary party, followed by great sex," he said, leaning up to whisper the last part in her ear, making her laugh.

"We've been married for the last seven years," she said with a smile, her hands finding his shoulders, "who celebrates their eighth anniversary with a big party, Harvey? Shouldn't we just wait for ten years?"

"Donna, if we push this off again, it's never going to happen."

Donna thought for a moment as his hands traced lazy circles on her hips. She recalled how excited she'd been planning her wedding with Rachel, and the momentary sadness she'd felt cancelling her dress fitting when she'd found out about Lily.

"She asked to be one of my bridesmaids, you know," Donna said, a smile spreading across her face and Harvey could tell she was more or less on board with the idea.

"That's not fair! He scoffed, "what if I wanted her to be my groomslady?"

"Hmm, guess we know who her favorite is now," she said with a smirk before giving him a quick kiss and turning back into the bedroom to change.

The next morning, Lily wandered into the kitchen and was greeted by the smell of blueberry pancakes, which immediately brought a smile to her face. It was her favorite breakfast, and it usually meant the start of a fun day spent with her dad.

She climbed up onto one of the stools at the counter as Harvey was finishing the last of the batch. "Morning Chickpea," he said, greeting her with a smile before grabbing her a plate and piling it high with pancakes and placing it in front of her.

"Morning Daddy!" she said enthusiastically, returning his smile while gesturing to the can of whipped cream on the counter next to him.

"You're so your mother's kid," he said with a laugh and a shake of his head, "she loves whipped cream too."

"Well duh," Lily replied as she added a generous amount to the top of her pancake stack, "it's only the best."

"I couldn't agree more," he said, adding a small amount to his own pancakes.

"Where's Mommy?"

"She's at a yoga class with Rachel," he explained, "but I was hoping you could help me with something today."

"Really? What is it?" Lily asked, immediately intrigued.

"But only if you can keep a secret," Harvey challenged.

"I promise!" she nearly yelled as soon as the words were out of his mouth.

"Well, Mommy and I are going to get married again, and if we're going to do that, I need to propose to her again. Do you think you could help me find the perfect present?"

"Really? You're really going to get married again?!" In her excitement, she'd leapt off her stool and scurried around to the other side of the counter so she was standing in front of Harvey.

"Can I tell you another secret?" he asked, crouching down so his eyes were level with hers, grabbing one of her hands in both of his. "I'd marry her every single day if I could."

"Wow, that's a lot of weddings," Lily gushed, thinking about what Harvey had said, "you must love her a whole lot," she reasoned.

"You have no idea kid," Harvey said with a smile, scooping his daughter up so they could get ready for their day out.

Thanks for reading, as usual leave a review and let me know your thoughts :) Part 2 coming soon ~