Disclaimer: Nope, still don't own this.
AN: So sorry for the delay dears, real life caught up to me. Thank you so much for the lovely comments!
When Mike opened the door at nine-thirty the next morning and found
"Checking me out there rookie?"
Mike cleared his throat and brought his eyes up to
"Just in shock that you own a pair of jeans and know what a
"I brought ice cream," he gestured to the bag.
"I owe Fiona ice cream,"
"Yeah," Mike chuckled. "It's actually cooling now. And-"
Mike stopped talking at the sound of little feet rushing towards them. He found his daughter skidding to a halt in front of them, blonde hair flying everywhere, dressed in her purple soccer uniform, cleats in one hand, knee socks and shinguards in the other a smile on her face.
"Speaking of," Mike pointed to the couch. "Let's finish
getting you ready.
"I've got it,"
"Usual please," she laughed as she turned around. Mike smiled as
he set to work on the practiced art of getting her sometimes unruly hair into a
ponytail in under five minutes. By the time
"Come on," Mike stood up and grabbed his bag which had her water
bottle, a blanket, and a change of shoes for her after the game. He shot an
apologetic look at
"No it's fine," Harvey shook his head, a fond smile on his face as they made their way towards the door, Fiona in front of them, he paused to grab his keys and switch the lights off as they headed out into the hall.
"Mr. Harvey do you like soccer?" Fiona asked when they were out of the building and Mike had her hand in his as they made their way towards the park.
"I've never really watched it," he replied. "Guess that means you'll have to tell me about the game."
Mike grinned when his little girl launched into her tale of what soccer was
"Hey sorry I'm late. Work was crazy last night."
He turned in time to see a blonde kneel down on the blanket and press a kiss to Mike's cheek. He cocked his head; he recognized her from the mock trial a few weeks ago but knew she didn't work for the form.
"No problem," Mike turned to
"Oh so you're the famed Harvey Specter," Jenny reached across and offered her hand.
"Famed huh?" he smirked as he shook her hand, faltered just a bit when she squinted her eyes at him, but recovered before anyone could tell. He couldn't really blame her; Mike had mentioned that the only people that were usually at these games were the two of them. That thought brought another wave of guilt through him because he'd been making Mike work more Saturdays, which meant that Jenny was probably the only one here to watch Fiona play.
"You're all Fiona could talk about last night," Jenny replied.
"Don't tell him that, you'll inflate his ego even more," Mike groaned.
"Not my fault your daughter has good taste,"
"How's our girl doing?"
"She got put in goal for the first half of the game," Mike responded.
"Coach has been doing that more lately," Jenny informed him. "She's good at it."
"She's five," Mike shrugged. "We'll see if she wants to keep this up."
"Veronica said she wanted to talk to me. Be right back. You two play nice," Mike warned.
"I'm always nice," Jenny smiled.
Mike just shook his head and trotted off to said
"Can I ask who Veronica is?"
"Veronica is the mother of Fiona's best friend," Jenny pointed to
the field and
"Nothing just…Mike never invites people to her games," she responded. "Usually it's just him and I. It used to be Trevor too but-"
"He mentioned Trevor yesterday,"
"I'm not going to defend what he did but he wasn't always a bad guy," she replied. "After all I fell in love with him."
"I didn't mean to imply that you were also bad,"
"They mean a lot to me," she mused.
"I can see,"
"I should thank you," Jenny told him. "For giving Mike the job and-"
"Yes I know," she told him. "And your secret is safe with me. I promise. Why would I ruin the second best thing that's ever happened to him?"
"Unexpected though she was can't imagine not having her in our lives," Jenny replied.
"Does Fiona know about the job?"
Jenny shook her head.
"She hasn't really started asking questions yet," she responded. "I don't know if she will. We're not exactly encouraging it."
"Mike and I what?" Jenny asked him.
"You two are obviously very close and-"
"To answer your very personal question, no we're not involved," Jenny told him. "And we never will be."
"And why is that?"
"Mr. Specter I just got out of a very serious relationship with a drug dealer who happened to be Mike's best friend," Jenny told him. "We almost slept together once, after you sent Trevor away because we were both depressed and drunk. We stopped because we realized how pathetic we were being."
"You're not pathetic and call me Harvey," he said.
"Oh it was pretty sad," she chuckled. "Trevor did a number on both of us. I love Mike in my own way but it could never happen. We both agreed that it was the dumbest decision ever. Right now I'm honestly just trying to figure out how to be single again."
"Besides I think we both know who Mike has eyes for don't we?"
"You're kind of terrifying,"
"I embrace it are we understood?"
"Loud and clear, I'm not looking to hurt them," he replied, she nodded before she turned back to the game at the same time Mike crawled back onto the blanket between them.
"Birthday party in two weeks?"
"Yep," Mike replied. "Veronica just wanted to know if it was alright if Fiona spent the night afterwards. What did you two talk about?"
"Nothing," Jenny smiled at him, Mike looked at
"I don't want to know," he decided as the whistle blew for
Mike thought that the apocalypse had to be coming because Harvey Specter was
actually letting someone get his designer clothes dirty. Anyone who knew
And then it had started to rain which had prompted the kids to get involved
in a mud war which mean that his daughter was now covered in mud and grass
stains from sliding on the ground. Harvey Specter had agreed to carry his child
home. Fiona was currently perched on his hip, and from what Mike could tell
"Alright Bumble Bee before we do anything else bath time," Mike said as he closed the door and turned back to the two of them.
"I knew it," Fiona told
"Bathroom, go, I'll be back in a minute," he pointed; she nodded and walked towards the back of the apartment. "And don't leave your uniform on the ground!"
Mike turned his attention to
"I'm sorry about your clothes."
"They're just clothes,"
"Yeah of course that's fine," Mike nodded.
"I have beer in the fridge, you're welcome to one, I need to go get her settled."
"Go on, I'm perfectly capable of entertaining myself."
Mike rolled his eyes as he walked back to the bathroom. It took him twenty
minutes to get Fiona settled in the bathtub, wash her hair, and make sure the
mud was gone before he agreed to let her 'handle it herself' and play for a
while. He left the door cracked open and headed back to the kitchen to check on
He didn't expect to walk in and see that
He shook his head and looked at
"She's…still in the tub," he responded.
"Is that safe?"
"I help her with her hair but she does a good job of it, makes her feel independent, besides," Mike paused. "Fiona?"
"Still good daddy!"
"Small apartment means I can do that every few minutes to check on her."
"Did you…have fun today?" Mike asked as
"Thank you for coming," Mike told him as he finished getting things ready and leaned against the counter and took a sip from his own beer. "It meant a lot to Fiona…and me."
"Because Fiona is the most important person in my life," Mike responded. "And you're…you're important too. I'm glad you know about her now. I'm glad you-"
Mike stopped talking when
"I want to do something, an experiment if you will,"
Mike had dreamed about messing
He'd wanted this for ages and he wasn't sure he could go back now that it had happened.
"Successful experiment?" he asked when had calmed down.
"Daddy I'm done!"
Fiona's voice sprang through the air and Mike closed his eyes even as
"I'm coming bumble bee," he called out as
"Go on, I'll still be here when you get back,"
"Tonight, after Fiona goes to bed we can…we can talk about this?"
"Bet on it rookie, now go before she turns into a prune,"
"You did that on purpose."
"Saved by the munchkin,"
As always thank you for reading.