Hi everyone!

So, I had this idea for a Darvey fic for a while now, I just didn't have the time/courage to write it down…

This is my first fic writing, ever. In English, ever. (English is not my mother tongue), therefore I apologize for any mistakes I may have made, if you see one, pls DM so I can correct it.

I don't have a beta either…

I really hope you'll enjoy it! I loved writing this first chap.

Please be kind with me

Reviews are always very welcome here or on my twitter (@newdarlin)

Good Reading

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The Mysterious woman:

She woke up with a smile on her face. Nothing would be able to take that smile away from her. No Hardman, Huntley or some Gibbs news would be able to do so.

The reason of this beautiful grin is happily placed on her finger. She still couldn't believe it. It seemed so surreal. She sometimes thought she would wake up and find out, none of this is true. Maybe, just maybe, he never came by her place, never admitted his feelings for her, even less committed to them. Maybe she would wake up all alone, in her cold bed. Again. Maybe, the life she lived for a year, was the only result of her brain messing up with 13 years of repressed feelings.

But as the year went by, her fantasy never faded away. And, to make it even more real, last night, he finally proposed.

He planned the hole thing without her noticed, wanted to take her by surprise. And, surprised he made her. A first in their long relationship, considering Donna is, well Donna.

He took her to Del Posto, their favourite restaurant. Then they went to see Hamlet at the theatre, and seeing him trying not to fall asleep was almost as entertaining as the play. Eventually they ended up walking, holding hands in Central Park when he turned to her, saying how much he loves her and how she means the world to him. A second later, he was on his knee with a little black box containing this 3 ct diamond.

So, when she looked at her hand this morning, she smiled.

They have gone through hell and back together to say the least. More than once. First as partners, then as friends, best friends even. Now ready to take that journey again – if necessary – as a couple.

She still remembers in her bones the moments she thought on giving up on him. Hardest time there were. Trying to move on, first when she 'left' him for Louis, and then with Thomas Kessler, it only meant losing him. As much as she loves herself, she loves herself even more when he's around. He has that power over her, his warm aura always embracing her when he enters a room. Losing him as never been on the table. No matter what, she would stick with him till the end.

And to be sure of it a little bit more every day, she chooses to only remember what made her stay. His voice, when he greets her in the morning. His eyes, when she wants to look at him only to find his gaze already locked on her, and his embarrassed face when he realises, he's been caught. His touch when she hands him files and their fingers brush. His smile, when she tells him 'She's Donna'. His heart, she knows full all love even if he never says it, not the way she wants him to. His blind, complete devoted trust in her, as she often wonders how it comes, she deserves that amount of faith from another person. Because he believes in her, and she in him, more than anything or anyone in the world. They were, are their forever person.

Her morning thoughts made her smiled, as she got out of bed. Making her way towards the kitchen, she picked up their scattered clothes, sweet souvenir of the hurry they were in last night, trying more or less to tidy a little the home before starting to cook breakfast.

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As Harvey walked into the apartment this morning, a nice smell of bananas, cinnamon and vanilla told him his favourite redhead was finally up. He stepped towards the kitchen, and found her struggling with her hair falling into the pancake batter. Putting his harm on her waist, his lips gently meet her temple in a soft kiss. "Morning beauty"

Immediately relaxing in his embrace, she whispered: "Morning mister"

"Did you sleep well?" he asked softly.

"As I recall, I didn't sleep much thanks to you" she chuckled.

"Was worth it though" he responded whilst turning her to face him. She put her arms around his neck as he leaned for a kiss. The lips' caress is sweet, calm and full of love. They separated slowly staring at each other like nothing else mattered. Harvey finally broke the embrace to take his cup of coffee and sat himself across the kitchen island.

"How was your run?" she questioned, facing him.

"Not long enough. I couldn't find my sneakers in all the boxes, which lead to me getting a bit late so I had to shorted it. We really messed up untitled the cartons. I found them in the 'household product' box" he hardly articulated, a piece of pancake in the mouth.

"I know" she sighed "I searched almost 20 minutes for the pan this morning. We really need to finish unboxing them this weekend, I can't stand the view of brown anymore!", she added with a bit of annoyance.

"Yeah… we really should. When is the couch supposed to be delivered?" he asked.

"Thursday morning between 9 and 10:30 AM. Don't worry about it I'll stay at home and work from here"

"Works for me" he agreed.

They continued their talking on the boxes' issue for a moment, as Donna finished the dishes and Harvey his breakfast. When he finally decided it was time for him to get ready for work, he invited: "I'm going to take a shower, care to join me?" he asked, his lips turning into a grin.

"I don't mind if I do" she responded with the same smile on her face.

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They arrived right on time at work. They entered the 50th floor and Harvey got ambushed by Gretchen who has been waiting for him. He quickly kissed Donna's cheek and followed the secretary. Donna made her way to her office and didn't even had the time to sit as she heard Samantha walking towards her desk.

"Oh god Donna finally you're here"

"Yes, I'm right on time" the redhead replied, sitting down, inviting the name partner to do the same. "Why you need me already?"

"I'm afraid I do yes, Louis is gonna kill one of the associates if he doesn't take a few days off. He almost threw a chair at Linda because she was stapling some files and he couldn't stand the noise." The blond answered quite desperately "I don't know what to do with him. Could you please go see him because if he doesn't stop treating everyone like shit, I won't need a boxing bag for much longer, his head will perfectly do the job!"

"Looks like you might use some vacations too" she joked,

"Don't tell me about it, I would kill for a spa day. The Jackhill contract is burring me" Samantha nodded, relaxing in the chair.

"Don't worry, I'll go talk to Louis. For our sake. And his." Donna chortled.

"Thank you, Donna,", she replied, and as she was ready to go, her look got blocked on Donna's finger. "OH MY GOD IS THAT WHAT I THINK THIS IS?". The volume of Samantha's voice caught Donna by surprise, but the redhead burst into laughter when she saw her friend's face waiting for her to respond.

"Yes, yes, it is absolutely what you think it is. Harvey proposed last night" she nodded

"Shut the front door Don, he finally put his balls on the table" Samantha stated proudly.

"You have no idea…". The answer got the women in even more laughter. When they finally stopped, Samantha reached for the door, and just before leaving turned back to Donna with a genuine smile "I'm really happy for the two of you Donna, Harvey is a really lucky man"

"Thank you, Sam", Donna smiled back, fiddling her ring she wasn't used to have. Yet.

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"So, Gretchen, why do you need me for?" the lawyer asked

"A young lady wanted to see you and said it was urgent" the secretary returned

"Did she say what kind of emergency?"

"No sir. Not at first. But she was very specific."

"Specific… how specific?"

"She told us that she would only speaks to you. you and only you. That's how specific. I told her then you weren't here yet, but Cameron could take a message. She asked if it was possible to wait for you, I checked with Cameron if you were available this morning and since you are, I put her in conference room B. She's waiting for you"

"What did you say her name was again?"

"I didn't sir, she wouldn't' tell us. I don't know what the hell you did to the woman Mr Specter, but from where I stand, you're quit in trouble"

"Thank you, Gretchen" Harvey nodded not so amused by the secretary's comment. As he walked to the room, he wondered who on earth this woman was and what the hell did she want from him. She wanted to speak to him and him only. It is known he is the best closer in all NYC, but by the description Gretchen made of her, she didn't seem to need legal advices for a firm that Samantha, Alex or even Louis couldn't have given her. As he ran through the different possibilities on who this desperate woman could be, he came to the rather non reassured conclusion she wasn't here for any kind of business talk. If this was not a professional matter, it only left the personal. And this perspective started to worry him.

When he pushed the door to enter, he wasn't anxious anymore, he was surprised. Surprised because this mysterious woman wasn't here. He checked the door. 'Conference room B'. He was sure this was the room Gretchen told him she was in. Weird. He decided to take a look in the others conference rooms to confirm he wasn't mistaken but no, it was definitely the B one. Perhaps she went to the bathroom he said to himself, I'm gonna wait for her a little. So, he took a chair, sat himself, and waited. And waited. And waited. Five minutes became ten which became twenty. And still nothing, no mysterious woman. He was a rather nice guy but no fool. That goddanm woman made him lost enough time. He even wondered if it wasn't Louis and Gretchen trying to fool him with one of their now famous 'Partner-Secretary jokes and hoaxes'. He was ready to go kick both of their asses, when he spotted a torn-up paper near the ben, one part in it the other lying on the floor. He took a step back to catch it and throw it when the -H written on it caught his attention. As he looked closer to the paper, he understood what he took at first for a simple deposition draft was in reality a letter. No envelop was needed, it was creased in a 18th century letter style. He also noticed a half-picture of what seemed to be the legs of a kid. He opened it; his curiosity now picked up. He read the first half of it. He shouldn't have. Or at least that's what he first thought. He never read a letter faster than this one. The words were only knives stabbing him as his eyes ran through the piece of paper. It felt like his whole world was collapsing around him. He could have stop it, by stopping to read this letter, he could have saved the life that was his. He fought. He fought the need to finish it and have the final world. He fought the need to understand what it meant. He fought it as hard as he could. He was finally in a good place. He finally had the life he dreamed of. A good job. The job he struggled tooth and nails to get. A job he never could have had without her. Without Donna. Without the love of his life. His best friend. His confident. The one person who stood by him no matter what. The only person who knows him. All of him. His joys, his wounds, his fears, what he wants, what he needs. She knows him better than he knows himself. She makes him feel complete. She fills a whole in his heart he never thought could be. She is everything. His everything. His. And he could have protected her, them, their life. He only had to stop reading. But today Harvey Specter lost. He lost against himself, and it might mean losing her too.

But suddenly it stopped. No more incandescent words. No, no, no, no, no, no that can't be it, where's the rest? please tell me that's not it the letter does not finish like this. It doesn't. the second part of it still lies in the ben. Harvey quickly picked it not even caring if someone was passing by. Finding a name partner a hand in the trash might not be exactly good for the firm image. He didn't care. He opened the other half of the letter, as well as the other half of the picture. He stared at her face. The beautiful little face of a max 7-year-old brunette head, her hair gathered in a messy braid, eyes as dark as the night, an inimitable grin on her face and a baseball bat in her hand. She proudly took the pause for the picture and in an instant Harvey felt a warm wave in his heart followed by a sharp ache in his stomach. Tears started to form in his eyes. He finished the letter, and not a word in the world would be able to describe how he was feeling. Lost was the first that came to his mind, and perhaps the truer, but it was far to be sufficient to the reality of the situation. A bomb had just fallen on him. He was devasted. And just like when a bomb is dropped, comes the after. That blurry moment when the ashes fall like the rain, and the smoke slowly fades. What do you do now that the world you lived in is gone, changed forever whether you like it or not? When you can't see the bright and happy future that was ready for you ten minutes ago?

Harvey put his face in his hands, slowly rubbing his hair. His eyes closed, he sighed trying to fully understand what was happening, when he heard a voice calling for him. He looked up and saw a worried Katrina in the door frame. "Harvey is everything all right?"

Still in shock, "I… I … um … I think have a kid" were the only words he managed to speak, a small grin on his lips nonetheless.

Here it is for chap 1!

Hope you enjoyed it, please let me know, your reviews, of any kind, are what motivate us to write and improve ourselves! Just so you know…

Have a good day/night/afternoon/diner/spa/vacation…

Fran.