Summary: Harvey dreams about the future he and his wife will have

I posed the previous one-shot earlier today but had been working on both of these simultaneously. I couldn't decide what I wanted more: one that ended sad or one that ended happy so I wrote both.

I had tweeted last night about Harvey dreaming of he and Donna having soft moments together before they were together and now that they're married he probably dreams about them having soft moments with babies and thus this was born.

Ties in with 'intuition'

The sunlight streamed warm and white through a gap in the curtains, two halves not quite met in the middle the night before. Harvey could feel it warm across his face, the sunlight stretching across his cheek, narrowly missing the thin skin of his eyelids.

He moved, stretching out muscles that lay dormant in his sleep with a slow and practised as his body reset. He was warm there, perfectly content to close his eyes for a few more minutes, lapping up the warmth of the sun. Time could be stolen in moments like this. It felt easy to let go, no regrets to be made as he settled himself deeper into his pillow, his mind slowly wandering off to another place.

'Daddy?' A little voice called to him, the sound and name off young lips set his heart to jump. The blankets snuffled, shifting around his shoulders as the body of the voice wriggled and moved until it was tucked up right next to his. 'Daddy?' The sound was lighter now like they knew he was awake, only seconds before a little finger poked him in the cheek.

'Ivy.' He grumbled playfully, arm reaching out to tug her small body into his chest. She giggled, the sound eliciting a deep chuckle of his own as the baby smell of her shampoo filled his nose and her too warm body settled against his own.

'You wake, Daddy?' She asked, almost cracking his chest open with the soft innocence of her voice, the stumble of her words. She was still against him, bar from a small hand that was playing with the neckline of his shirt.

'I am now.' He grumbled, humoured rather than annoyed. He tugged her closer, remembering a time where she used to snuggle into him and fall back asleep. Those days felt rare and distant now, saved for when the day had been long and tiring.

She wriggled out of his grip, body still nearby as she heaved out a heavy sigh, her hand still holding on to his shirt. He opened his eyes then, greeted by the sight of his little girl, a smiling strawberry blonde. She beamed when his eyes met hers, finally awake.

'Where's Mama?' He asked, finding the rest of their large bed empty, sheets rumpled.

'Makin' pancakes!' Ivy's hazel eyes grew wide, round like large saucers. There was nothing Ivy Specter wouldn't do for pancakes; they were his main bargaining tool when it came to the three-year-old in his bed.

He made a face at her, exaggerating his excitement. 'C'mon, we should go help.' He pulled himself from the warmth of the bed before turning to scoop Ivy into his arms. She was getting so big, independent with her age, but he lived for these little moments where she wanted to be carried, in her footed pyjamas, from one room of their house to another.

He held her tight, savouring her warmth as she dropped her head to his shoulder and relaxed her weight in his arms. They moved from the quiet upstairs of their suburban home to the kitchen below where they were greeted with the smooth jazz of Gordon Specter's records.

'There's my sleepy helpers.' Donna beamed, wishing them both a good morning as Harvey rounded the kitchen island to kiss her cheek. Ivy wiggled free from his grasp, spotting a plate of pancakes and strawberries already waiting for her in her usual spot at the island. It was waiting for her, like her mother knew precisely the moment she would appear, ready for breakfast. 'You're both on clean up duty once you've eaten.'

Ivy grumbled; cheeks already squirrelled from how much she had tried to shove in her mouth at once. She looked so big sitting at the island, able to pull herself into her own chair, sitting there in baby pyjamas with her hair a mess. Harvey couldn't help the tug of his heartstrings as he watched her. She was theirs. Harvey felt like he had to pinch himself sometimes.

'Why don't you go sit down, I'll finish this.' He gestured to the last of the batter, watching as his wife rubbed a hand against the small of her back, belly protruding from the shirt she wore. Donna opened her mouth to protest but he stopped her with a kiss. 'Ivy's fed, there's a plat for you … sit down, give your body a rest. It's trying to grow a second kid.'

'No thanks to you.' She grumbled with a soft pout.

'Hey, you enjoyed it at the time.' He kissed her again, a familiar peck on the lips. She smiled, her faux anger gone as she picked up a plate and took a seat beside their daughter. 'Alright. Any requests before I close the kitchen for cleaning?' He looked from one redhead to the other, both of them happy with the meal Donna prepared. 'Ivy? Want ice-cream with those pancakes?'

He watched as simultaneously his daughter beamed and his wife scowled.

'Yes!' Ivy practically climbed onto the countertop at the mention of ice-cream, her grin wide and toothy.

'Harvey!'

'What? It's just a little bit of ice-cream in the morning. I remember you telling me once that Chunky Monkey was perfectly fine to eat in the mornings.' He threw her a smirk before turning to the freezer for the ice-cream. 'I bet the baby would like some ice-cream.' He popped the lid on the container, two bowls, spoons and an ice-cream scoop pulled from their respective homes.

Ivy watched them, eyes torn between the interaction her parents were having and the coveted tub of vanilla ice-cream that only came out of the freezer when she had been particularly good. 'Does the baby want ice-cream, Mama?'

Donna was quiet, eyes on her plate as Harvey put a small bowl of ice-cream beside their daughter, his body warm against Donna's shoulder. 'I know you're trying to be a responsible parent, leading by example and all … but if the baby wants the ice-cream, who are we to deny it?' He put the second bowl down beside her plate, kissing her cheek before he returned to the other side of the counter.

Harvey finished booking what was left of the batter, emptying the bowl into the pan and pretending not to notice as his wife picked up the offending bowl of forbidden ice-cream and tipped it onto her breakfast.

Distracted by the humour of it all, Harvey missed the sink, dropping the empty bowl of batter on the floor, the glass shattering at a piercing volume.

The sound was enough to wake him, jolting Harvey upright. He was alone in the sunlit bedroom, space bare of all his things, replaced now with moving boxes. He reached across to Donna's side of the bed. The sound of breaking glass, loud, even in his bedroom, had ripped him out of the quietest dream. The unexpectedness of it, and unknown, caused Harvey's heart to pound, organ picking up a beat in his chest as he threw himself out of bed in a panic.

'Donna?' He called, stepping through the empty apartment. He thought he made it all up, a split second where his mind told him everything he knew was a dream––that Donna wasn't there in his apartment, that the ring he could feel on his finger was a phantom weight––but there she was, standing up from behind the counter, cheeks pink, expression frazzled. 'Hey? Are you okay?' He asked, stepping around moving boxes to get to her.

'Shit, sorry. Shit. I didn't want to wake you.'

'Too late for that now, hey?' He reached for her, hands sliding around her waist, pulling her body into his as he kissed her good morning, soaking up the relief that she was still there; that at least wasn't a dream. 'I needed to get up anyway, the first truck is coming today, and we still have boxes everywhere.' He stepped away from her, trying to access the glass shards on the floor and his best plan of attack. 'Why don't you go put your feet up? You don't want to overdo it.' She was barely four months pregnant, hardly showing and despite the excessive morning sickness, was perfectly out of risk for overdoing it.

Donna only hummed, the sound non-committal as Harvey shuffled her away from the broken glass on the floor. He knew she was distracted, had been for the last week and where it was uncharacteristic to see her like that, they didn't bring it up when little things like this happened.

It was the move.

They both wanted it, both knew and felt that it was a step in a good direction for them. But now she was pregnant and the closer they got to their big move date; the more frazzled Donna seemed to become. It felt silly leaving their families now, moving to the other side of the country when her parents––her mom––will be in Connecticut. They had talked about it, had already put off the move for a few more weeks until they were confident about the baby and their decision. She still wanted to go, wanted to be closer to Mike and Rachel, wanted to help Harvey achieve something great but with the date looming, he knew a confused dread was building up in her.

Harvey made quick work on cleaning the glass off the floor, disposing of it all in the bin before he washed his hands, finished brewing her favourite tea and joined her on the couch. 'You feeling alright?'

'Yeah, I just I woke up a few hours ago and couldn't get back to sleep.' There wasn't a shake or a tremor in her hands as she took the tea with a thankful smile. 'We move in three days.'

'I know.' He offered her a comforting smile. 'Are you still sure about this?' He would drop anything, do anything if she asked for it. This whole move can be called off; he hadn't sold his apartment yet, they still had a home here in New York City, they still had jobs there if they wanted them too. They were both due for some time off, more than what they've had since getting married and deciding the West Coast should be their new home. They could take that time, enjoy her pregnancy, travel a little, welcome their baby into the world. 'You know, I was having a really good dream before you broke that glass.'

'Yeah?' She stretched her legs out into his lap.

'Yeah.' He smiled, eyes closing for the briefest of seconds where he felt like Ivy was right there again, cuddled up with them on the couch. 'We had a little girl. Her name was Ivy.'

Donna's hand wandered over her stomach, fingers splaying across the small bump there. Sighing the words after him. A little girl. 'Ivy?'

'Ivy.' He breathed. 'She was beautiful, Donna.' A lump built up in the back of his throat, Harvey startling himself by the emotion he felt. 'You were pregnant again.'

'Two kids?' She sounded awed, eyes shining. It wasn't like either of them believed in this sort of thing but to hear Harvey tell her he had dreamed of them, with babies, not just the one she was carrying. It was something so much more than she ever expected.

'Two.'

'Please tell me you gave me some time to recover between babies.' She teased, exhausted already.

'Ivy was three, I think. I felt like I just knew. Like I had been there, known her forever.' She shuffled closer to him, legs still in his lap, bodies closer.

'It must have been some dream.' She kissed him, leaning her body towards his. 'Sorry that I woke you.'

Harvey returned her kiss, soft and slow, no apology necessary. 'Do you remember that house Rachel sent us photos of last week?' She nodded, nose brushing his. 'I dreamed we were in that kitchen.'

'You don't need to talk me into this move, Harvey.'

'I wasn't trying to. I just, I don't know. It felt so real like that's where we're headed a few years from now and it just felt reassuring to know that it took place in a house we liked. I know you want to look at our options once we're there … but this one, I think it's it.'

She smiled, warm and bright like she was everything he ever needed. Reminiscent of a little girl he had dreamed about. 'Harvey.'

'Donna.'

Her smile grew. 'I asked Rachel to make an offer on that house yesterday.'

It felt like only one movement, removing the mug from her hands and pulling Donna into his lap, his mouth on hers, tongue invading. Of course, she would do that. She knew him better than he knew himself. She always knew what they needed and when they needed it, and even though they were both feeling apprehensive on this move, she was making plans, setting things in motion, ensuring they would have a home. 'I love you.'

'Good thing you married me, hey.'

'And got you pregnant.' Harvey added.

'That too.' She laughed, burying her head against his neck, breathing him in for the minute. 'I wish I could have experienced that dream with you.' She kissed him, peppering her lips across his neck, chest and cheeks, her hands warm and steady against his shoulders, Harvey's holding onto her waist.

His thumbs stroked over the new curve of her stomach, firm under his touch. 'You already are.'