Disclaimer: Nope, still don't own Suits. I just enjoy having fun with the characters.
AN: Thank you once again for the kind words everyone.
He waited until Fiona was in the office before he followed, and ignored Donna's knowing little look. By the time he was settled at his desk Fiona had made herself comfortable on the floor by his coffee table.
"You know you can sit on the couch right?"
"Can't reach the table," Fiona wrinkled her nose as she moved her
cup aside and fished out a piece of paper and a massive pack of crayons.
"Sit on that, it'll be more comfortable," he told her. She smiled at him as she crawled onto the pillow and sat cross legged and pulled her paper and crayons to her followed by her hot chocolate. "Better?"
She nodded as she went back to coloring, he was about to go back to his own desk and answer emails but stopped when he noticed the picture she was working on. He cocked his head and studied it, two lines of squares with people in each of them.
"Who is that for?" he asked, Fiona stopped coloring and looked up at him.
"Daddy," she told him. "His desk is boring."
"You like colors huh?"
"It's a surprise," she warned him
"Your secret's safe with me, you did some great work," he assured her, she smiled at him. He knew that he had to get back to work, that those emails were important because Donna hadn't already answered them. He also had to actually look at the brief for the latest pro bono he'd been stuck with, if only to be prepared for an inquisition from Jessica. He had a mountain of things he had to do right now.
There was nothing that said he couldn't do these things on his portable laptop while he sat on the couch by his charge. This was really the first time he'd been left alone with any small child and Fiona Ross was fascinating.
"Mind if I join you over here? The couch is more comfortable."
"Ok Mr. Harvey," she smiled at him again.
"No…what's your favorite color?" she asked.
"Red," he responded. "What's yours?"
"Yellow," Fiona responded as she pointed to her clothes.
"It's happy," she told him. "Sunshine is yellow. I like sunshine. Why do you like red?"
"I like red too," Fiona assured him. "I just like yellow more."
"Do you have a second favorite color?" she asked curiously,
"I like blue,"
"Did you need something?" he asked. Fiona shook her head, stood,
took a breath, and then walked the three steps to him and held the paper out.
TO: MR. HARVEY, THE BEST CLOSER EVER
"This is for me?" he asked when he looked up. Fiona looked nervous but she nodded.
"Your office is boring too," she answered. "Do you like it?"
"Really?" Fiona asked.
"This is more special because it's from you. I love this. Thank you for drawing it for me," he told her.
"Where are we hanging this?"
"You want to hang it up?"
"Ummm," Fiona looked around the room before her eyes stopped on the file cabinet on the wall by his desk. "There?" she asked.
"Want to go get that magnet from Donna and we'll hang it up?"
Fiona giggled as she scooted off of the couch and practically skipped out the door and to Donna's desk. There was a moment of whispered exchange between the two as Donna handed her the magnet and she skipped back into his office and held it up as she got to him again.
"It's a bumble bee!" she exclaimed as she held it up for
"How did you get that nickname?"
"I was a bumble bee for my first trick or treat," Fiona told him
"I think that's a great idea,"
She held her arms up and
"Good?" she asked.
"Perfect," he told her as he set her down on the ground again.
Mike had stopped working in the records room in favor of staring at his
phone and the picture Donna had just texted to him. It consisted of
Proof of caring. ;)
He chuckled as he looked at the picture again.
"What's so amus…oh my god is that
"Yeah, Donna says she drew him a picture," Mike told her. "She only draws pictures for people she really cares about."
Rachel sat down next to him and cocked her head.
"And does it surprise you that she cares about him?"
"It shouldn't," Mike chuckled. "The man could charm the devil if he had to."
"Well you know the two most important people in your life like each other," Rachel told him, Mike looked up sharply.
"Harvey Specter is not one of the most…" he stopped at the look on her face.
"Yes he is and it's completely ok to admit to it," she told him calmly. "He's your boss, your mentor, your friend, and….well I'm thinking if you really think about it it's more than that."
"I'm sorry?" Mike squeaked. Rachel chuckled.
"Don't worry. I only noticed because Donna pointed it out," she soothed. "You're subtle, you both are."
"Both?" Mike asked, Rachel nodded.
"To the trained eye, aka Donna, it's painfully obvious that
"We're just…oh god," Mike groaned. "What's wrong with me?"
Rachel chuckled again and patted the top of his head.
"Nothing, this is just the realization settling in that there are no
more reasons to deny what you want," Rachel told him. "Fiona was your
"Because she's new and adorable," Mike told her. "Is he still going to want to be there when she refuses to go to bed? Has a temper tantrum? Or getting sick at three in the morning? I love my daughter with all of my heart but it's not always like this with her you know?"
"I know," Rachel said calmly. "And I think you should ask
"She wouldn't do that to me, I have a child to take care of," Mike pointed out, Rachel smiled.
"What makes you think Fiona wouldn't help her? She's a mini-Donna in training," Rachel told him.
"Oh god," Mike dropped his head onto the table. "Oh god."
"Breathe," Rachel commanded. "I'm not saying do anything
about it today. I'm saying take some time and think it over. God knows Donna
will have to kick
"You're the best," he mumbled, Rachel leaned in and kissed his cheek as she stood up.
"Obviously," she replied. "And text that picture to me!"
"Yes ma'am," he mock saluted as he did just that as well as shooting a text to Harvey saying that he would be another ten minutes down here. He opened the book and flipped to the page that Rachel had so kindly picked out for him and started to scan it as he thought over her words.
There was no denying that next to Fiona and Gram, that
Mike couldn't afford to be with someone who didn't want commitment. He was a walking bag of commitment. It was difficult to date as a single parent because people didn't understand that he was a packaged deal. He'd always avoided getting serious because he didn't want Fiona to get attached to someone and then get hurt if the relationship didn't last.
He shook his head as the thoughts ran through his head. Rachel had to be
seeing things because there was no way that
No sense in getting his hopes up for nothing.