A/N: Quick note, I'm not sure I have the right names for Harvey's family! So I'm just going to make them up... use completely different names... I can't remember if the names I know are used in the actual series or if I read them in on here! So... yeah... if you know their actual names, let me know and I'll change them. ... Thanks...

Raise Your Glasses

"Stop twitching."

"I'm not twitching."

"You are twitching."

"You would be too if you were meeting your fiancé's family for the first time."

"So you admit that you're twitching?"

They'd been bickering for nearly a half hour. Mike was sitting at the island, sipping a coffee and going over various documents for a case they needed to get out of the way already, and Harvey was slaving over the stove. It was already eight o'clock, and Marcus' family would be there any time. They were going to be tired from the trip up, so it was decided by the couple that they'd have dinner prepared for them upon arrival. That way, they could meet Mike and then get to bed, so Mike didn't have to suffer through hours of awkwardness. Harvey wanted Mike to be comfortable with his family, but even he couldn't deny how uncomfortable the first dinner would be. After all, he'd only come out to his brother a month before, when he'd called to tell him of his engagement.

Mike hadn't heard Harvey walk over to him – barefoot and casually dressed, an Adonis saved for family alone – but he felt his breath hot on his neck as his arms wrapped around his waist. A kiss was pressed to his temple and the words were whispered, "Relax, you'll be fine." Another kiss. "Have a drink."

"Your alcoholism is becoming concerning." Mike deadpanned, not looking up from his work as Harvey walked back to the stove. He had a week to get this case done with, or else they'd have to put off their honeymoon. The wedding was in exactly seven days.

"Your twitching is becoming concerning."

Mike groaned and dropped his pen. There was no way he was going to be able to focus tonight. He was just too nervous. He'd never – in his adult life – had a relationship so serious that he'd met the family. His annoying anxieties were short lived though, as right then, he heard a knock on the door and those annoying anxieties became a full blown – inadequately concealed – panic attack.

"Bet you wish you had that drink," Harvey smirked, squeezing his shoulder as he passed him to answer the door.

Mike quickly picked up the papers and put them back into their rightful folders, and then into his bag. He straightened up tersely and smoothed himself out, trying to steady his quickened breath. There was nothing he could do about his suddenly erratic heart rate, but he could at least pretend to be presentable.

With one last deep, shaky breath, he walked to where he heard the sounds of cheerful greetings. He was suddenly very overwhelmed by the hallway. Marcus Specter – or, who he assumed was Marcus Specter, since he looked almost exactly like Harvey but maybe a little taller and thinner – had just as big a presence as did his brother, with his wife not far behind. Mike's saving grace though, was the doe eyed little princess staring up at him. Her gaze inquisitive gaze was enough to draw his attention from the impossibly loud nervousness he was feeling.

"Hello," he said to her, watching with curiosity as she looked him over. She was very small – especially compared to her uncle who had just been holding her – and she seemed to be taken up by her long blonde hair and impossibly large eyes. She reminded him of a Disney character.

"Are you Uncle Mike?" She asked. Her voice held the same softness as did her mother across from them, but was filled with young innocence.

"That I am, and you must be Abby." He was awed by the sudden change her expression took. The quick switch between cautious and impassive features to an impressive beaming grin was shocking. He'd never really been around kids, but always knew he liked them. He just hadn't expected them to be such mysteries – although so open and emotional at the same time. He surprised even himself when she put her hands up to be carried and he lifted her without hesitation, into his arms. She wrapped herself around his neck, squirming excitedly and kissed him quickly on the lips. The whole thing reminded him of the fronts of cute father's day cards.

"Down! Down! Down!" She squealed, just as quickly as she'd been taken up.

Mike couldn't help but feel flustered by the experience. She was too unpredictable. Just like her uncle – who was just glowing watching them.

"Mike, I'm Alicia," the wife of the supposed Marcus told him in the soft, kind voice he'd heard before. She wrapped him in a light hug, and kissed his cheek affectionately. "It's great to finally meet you." She pulled back, a warm smile on her face.

"The pleasure's all mine," he said back, trying to keep his gaze forward, and not flitting to Harvey in panic. He hoped he was doing alright.

His prayers were answered though when Harvey stepped up behind him, wrapping an arm around his waist and directing the group into the kitchen. Mike took the time to get his breathing – once again – under control before Harvey let go of him. The gentle squeeze he felt on his hip as the hand slipped off gave him courage though, and he shot a thankful smile to his fiancé.

"Mike," the one he assumed was Marcus stuck out his hand. "Marcus," he said, shaking it firmly. It was everything Mike could do to not jump away from the touch. He felt like a fifteen year old, meeting his girlfriend's father. For a younger brother, Marcus sure seemed protective of Harvey. "So, you're the one marrying my brother."

"Marcus," Alicia hissed from the island, where he was holding a wriggling four year old. Her husband gave her an annoyed look, but relented in his intimidation, taking his seat next to her.

Mike helped Harvey serve, and they made small talk while they ate. Mike learned that Alicia was a middle school teacher, and that her class was her pride and joy. Abby played the violin and took swimming lessons, but she wanted nothing more than to be a ballerina. He also learned that Marcus was the proud owner of a locally successful restaurant, but aside from that, Marcus' dialogue mostly consisted of interrogating the younger man.

After dinner, the visiting Specter family was asleep in the guest room, and the newer half of the Specter family was washing dishes.

"How was that?" Harvey asked, not looking up from the sink.

"They seem really great," Mike replied, letting the running water hold his gaze.

"I'm sorry about Marcus."

"Don't be."

"I am."

"I'm not."

Silence. The water turned off and Mike looked up to see where it had gone. Harvey was staring at him with an unreadable expression – the one he used when he was hiding his emotions.

"They're only staying for a couple of days."

Mike sighed. "I know." Silence. "I did like them though, I'm just a little nervous I guess. I'm not really used to the whole family thing anymore." He said bitterly.

"Well get used to it." Harvey chuckled, pulling him close – but not until he'd effectively soaked the back of Mike's neck with his dripping wet hands. The victim of the crime yelped and tried to jump away, but his laughing fiancé pulled him closer and pressed his lips to his, and he temporarily forgot about the cold wetness he was feeling. The kiss was sweet, loving and without urgency. It had taken them a while to get there, but it had been a worthy adventure. In the beginning, they were all rough and neediness, alarmed by their feelings and unable to express their frustration properly. It had taken time, and a lot of arguments over broken communication, but they'd managed to sort through their newfound emotions and turn them into something magical, sustainable even. They didn't have to try so hard anymore. Everything fell neatly into place after they'd accepted their relationship for what it was.

"They like you too," he smiled against his cheek, kissing it happily. "And you're kind of growing on me as well." The laugh he received made his heart swell, and he returned his smiling lips to those of his former associate – now junior partner; a wedding gift from Jessica.

"I love you."

"I love you too." Harvey whispered, and then turned so Mike's back was pressed against the cold sink. He deepened the kiss. "Bed?"

"Bed." Mike gasped before slipping his tongue into his lover's welcoming mouth.

Harvey chuckled and pulled away, a wicked glint in his eye as he pulled Mike towards their bedroom.

"One more week, Mr. Specter." Harvey grinned.

Mike froze, inches from the bed. His expression had gone completely blank, but from the way his lips were still slightly parted, Harvey decided the change might not necessarily be bad. His assumption was proven correct when he was suddenly flung backwards onto the mattress, and his legs were being pushed apart roughly, their kisses building with the movement.