What did Harvey Specter do in the morning? The world of law thought that the great lawyer's day started with reciting obscure clauses or practicing his shark stare in front of the mirror. Rene would like to think that it started with admiring his fine suits while Jessica hoped that it started with him vowing to himself that he would listen to her once every quarter. His fans liked to think that a fantastic orgasm started Harvey's day and while it had been the truth for many years, he now had a slightly different routine.

Seven years had passed since the legendary lawyer had married his associate. He still had the best closure rate in the city and still teased Louis mercilessly. But with time, some big changes had been made. He now had a different associate since Mike had recently made junior partner. Mike had wanted to wait a few more years, refusing to leave his mentor's side, but he had insisted that it was time for his puppy to stand on his own. As a senior associate, Mike had won many solo cases for years so he was more than ready in Harvey's eyes. He also got himself a bigger office so that he could display more souvenirs from his clients.

There had been changes in his personal life as well. The Specters now lived in a different condo since they needed more room to accommodate the youngest members of the family. Whenever he called his mother, she asked him if he was finally getting a divorce but he had been doing surprisingly well in his married life.

As any other blissful morning, Harvey was up early watching his husband sleep when a tiny blond head appeared in the doorway.

"Daddy, can I come in? I'm hungry." A four year old boy whispered as he rubbed his small hands over his bright blue eyes.

"Of course you can." Harvey sat up and lifted his younger son and his teddy bear onto his lap.

"Can we have pancakes? With lots and lots of syrup." Patrick dropped the bear on the bed and made the biggest circle with his hands. It was very important that his big daddy understood how much maple syrup he wanted.

"Pancakes it is then. I don't know where all that syrup goes." Harvey tickled the boy's belly with his fingers.

"Ehehe, it tickles!" The boy quickly covered his mouth. He didn't want to wake up his little daddy.

"Don't worry. He's still asleep." Harvey kissed his son on the forehead. Mike was a deep sleeper.

"One more time, daddy."

Harvey kissed the cute forehead again with a smile on his face. Patrick was just like Mike; he had no problem asking for more affection.

"Is your brother up yet?"

The little boy shook his head. "He's very lazy."

"So we're the early birds, hmm?" Harvey playfully pinched his boy on the cheek.

"Yes, we are! Can I be an angry bird? I'm angry because I'm hungry." Patrick made a face that couldn't even scare Harold.

"Tell you what, you can be the cute little blue one and Daddy can be the big bad red one." Harvey made a proper angry face that sent the boy into a fit of giggles.

"Shh!" Harvey put his index finger against Patrick's lips as Mike stirred next to them. The two of them froze while they waited for Mike's next reaction. Thankfully, he just gave a small groan and kept sleeping.

"Phew…" Patrick let out a sigh of relief and made his teddy bear do the same.

"Hey, why don't you go sit in the kitchen and tell Teddy about what you dreamt last night? I'll be there in a minute."

"Okay, daddy, hurry. Teddy's hungry too." Patrick slid off the warm lap and gave his other daddy a kiss on the cheek. He hoped that his little daddy got to meet Snoopy in his dream.

After making sure that his younger son safely got off the bed and out of the room, Harvey mimicked his action. He and Patrick obviously had a soft spot for Mike's cheek.

'Well, I have a soft spot for his everything.' Harvey admitted as he kissed Mike's bare shoulder before tucking it under the covers. He wanted to watch the mesmerizing moment of his husband opening his eyes but he had to get out of bed. There was a hungry kid and a scary bear waiting for him in the kitchen.

"Daddy, the lazy birds are here." Patrick giggled as his older brother and little daddy joined him in the kitchen.

"What! We're the beautiful birds that got enough beauty sleep." Gabriel yawned and ruffled his brother and his bear's hair.

"Yeah, we're the ones who get all the love." Mike bumped his fist against Gabriel's before walking over to his husband for a good morning kiss. An apron was one of the many things that he liked to see on Harvey. There was something irresistibly hot about a man who knew how to cook.

"Oh come on, dads, we've talked about this." Gabriel covered his eyes. He was six years old so he knew what love was, but he hadn't woken up early to see his dads share a long kiss. He glanced at his brother between his fingers, but he was too busy talking to Teddy to bother about anything else.

"Let's save the rest for the shower." Harvey whispered in his lowest voice and earned a nice shiver from his husband. He was pleased that he could still turn Mike on with a simple kiss and a promise.

"Daddy, can I have a Snoopy balloon today?"

Patrick's question got Mike's attention. "Did you do ten good things for someone else?" He asked as he settled down next to him.

"Yes!" Patrick started counting with his fingers as he talked about all the good things that he had done. But when he had nine fingers folded with only one more to go, he couldn't remember the last good thing. "Oh no…"

Gabriel felt bad for his little brother who was about to burst into tears. "Hey, didn't you help me find my Aladdin book last night?"

Patrick thought about it before shaking his head. "No, I didn't do that."

Letting out a groan, Gabriel hit his own forehead with a fork. The baby boy was supposed to play along with his lie. It looked like he was still too young to understand how things worked in life. Feeling a scary stare from across the table, he looked up to see his little dad looking unhappy with his little trick. He gave him the typical Specter smile that would surely get him out of trouble.

"Only I get to use that smile on him, young man." Harvey made it clear as he served his family pancakes, eggs, and salad. Then he sat down next to Gabriel and held the pinkie finger that Patrick was still holding up. "Why don't you help everyone with syrup and drinks and earn that balloon?"

"Harvey!"

Harvey held up a finger to stop Mike from erupting into an educational volcano. "He's already a good boy, Mike. And, you know what it's like to be a good boy. Let him have it."

Mike stayed quiet as Patrick beamed and started to pour a glass of milk for Gabriel with Harvey's help. He was going to have to wait until he got Harvey in the shower. If his mentor had taught him one thing, it was that a bathroom was a great place to have meaningful talks.

"What would you like to drink, Mr. Specter? Orange juice? Coffee?" Patrick asked his little daddy as if he was one of those pretty people on a plane.

Mike could only laugh fondly at his son's cuteness. He had gotten it from him of course. "Orange juice, please."

Harvey smiled at the sight. As difficult as the decision had been, he hadn't regretted a single day for having used a surrogate mother for his children. Patrick was that much more adorable with Mike's genes in him and Gabriel was obviously awesome thanks to his.

"I have a question." Gabriel said seriously while staring at his little dad's neck.

"What is it, Gabe?" Mike was intrigued. His older son always had questions.

"Are we all humans here? Nobody's a little… different?" The boy put on a brave face. He wanted to know the truth. He was a big boy and didn't need his dads to protect him with lies.

"What exactly do you want to know?" Harvey turned his head and studied his boy's face. "Human beings are animals too."

"I know that." Gabriel whined. He was the smartest in the kindergarten. "Someone bites little dad on the neck every night! And, dad shares his room with you! So I want to know if you are you a vampire. That would be so cool!"

Mike laughed as he covered the love bites with his hand while Harvey showed their son his teeth. "Do you see any fangs? No, you don't. That means I'm not a vampire."

"But maybe you went to the dentist! Or maybe you had fangs 100 years ago but you didn't use them enough so they went away."

"Sweetheart, I think he's going to be an evolutionary scientist." Harvey whispered to his husband with a proud look on his face.

"We have enough lawyers in the family so that would be nice."

"So, are you?" Gabriel asked again. If his big dad was a vampire, he might be one too. That was how family worked. "Don't worry, dad. I'll still love you just like yesterday."

While Mike put a hand over his heart, Harvey kissed his son on the chocolate brown head. "Tell you what. Why don't you call your grandmother later and ask her? She's the one who gave birth to me so she'll know what I am."

"Grandma?" Gabriel frowned. Why couldn't his dad just tell him what he was? "Um, are you something else then? Grandma Sue looks like she can be many different things…"

Both parents laughed and Harvey promised his older son that this grandmother would have an answer for him.

"More syrup, daddy." Patrick poked his little daddy in the arm. He wasn't sure what everybody was talking about but it was okay; he had his pancakes and Teddy. Plus, he was the cutest one in the family and nobody was going to take that away from him.

While Ray drove the family to Pearson-Hardman, Gabriel was on the phone with his grandmother. His little dad, who was riding shotgun, was talking to Ray and his big dad was listening to Patrick tell him all about Snoopy's adventures. "Grandma, is big dad a vampire? Did you take him to the dentist to make his fangs go away? Am I a vampire too? Are you?"

Sue was glad that she had used to be in the education sector. She knew how to handle kids' questions. "Listen, Brownie, the Specters are champions. You know that, right?"

"Of course, Grandma. I'm the head champion in the kindergarten."

"Yes, you are, smart boy. Now listen to me carefully. Vampires are not champions because they only take from people. Champions are people who give."

"Oh?"

"Yeah. Your big dad only gives love to your little dad. He gets love from him, sure, but he doesn't take it when Bubble doesn't want to give it. Do you understand?"

Gabriel made a whining sound. He understood it just fine. What he didn't understand was why people kept thinking that he wasn't smart enough.

"So tell me, whiny boy, does Harvey sound like a vampire or not?"

"He doesn't. But what are the red marks on little dad's neck then? Big dad pinched him?"

Sue was dearly tempted to tell the truth but he feared that her son-in-law might punish her by doubling her babysitting time. Twice a week was already more than enough, and there was a reason why she bought copious amounts of health care products for Mike's grandmother. "The marks are made because of grown-up love, Brownie. You'll know when you hit eighteen. Now put Bubble on the phone so I can talk to him about my poor cub losing his hair."

After handing over his big dad's cell phone to his little dad, Gabriel thought about what his grandmother had said. 'What exactly is grown-up love?' He wished that he could see the marks again but he would have to wait until they got out of the car.

'Hmm, so dads don't just kiss for hours and hug each other tight until one can't breathe? They do other things?' He glanced at his big dad's chest and looked down at his own. Yep, he needed a bigger chest to happily kiss and hug for hours, let alone do other things.

'I think it's a pinch mark. What else can it be? Grandma didn't say no when I asked her. That must be it.' Making up his mind, he pinched his brother's arm with love. Patrick was always the go-to guy when he needed to try something.

"Oww!"

The unhappy look that Patrick gave him told him that he didn't feel any love at all. "Sorry…" He smiled sheepishly and gently rubbed the pink spot with his hand. Maybe he didn't know that much about love after all.

While Gabriel had gone to see his favorite auntie Jessica, Patrick was sitting on Donna's lap. He was telling his fans about what had happened at breakfast with only one finger left to go. He was close to tears, reliving the terrible moment, but luckily he had Harold crying for him instead. Rachel reminded the boy every two seconds that he now had the balloon with him by tapping his left wrist. Donna kept a bunch of Snoopy helium balloons under her desk and tied one to the tiny wrist whenever Harvey gave her the green light.

As soon as the heartbreaking story was over, Donna pulled out some yellow smiley stickers and a sticker board from her top drawer.

"What are those?" Patrick pointed at them. He liked stickers.

"It's yours now." Donna smiled and put them in the boy's hands. "This way, you won't have to remember all the good things you've done. When you help someone, you ask them to put a sticker on the board. And, when you have ten stickers, take it to your dads, okay? Sarah has one of these too."

"She does?" Patrick thought about the five year old girl who looked exactly like her mother. "But she didn't have any new stickers when I asked her last Friday."

"That's because she got them on Saturday. And, she writes down what she wants in this box. Let's put 'a Snoopy balloon' here. Or, do you want something else this time?"

The small group of audience laughed at the offended look on the boy's face. Apparently his godmother should have known better.

"Okay… Another Snoopy balloon it is." Donna wrote it down and put the board and stickers in the small messenger bag. Mike didn't carry a messenger bag anymore but Patrick was carrying on with the family tradition.

"Auntie Donna?" Patrick looked up with stars in his eyes.

"Yes, sweetie?" Donna gave him a peck on the head.

"You just became Super Auntie. Mwaah!" He gave his superhero a big kiss on the cheek and got off her lap. His Snoopy watch told him that he had fifteen minutes to find someone who would help him with the stickers before kindergarten started.

Meanwhile, in the managing partner's office, Gabriel was showing off his new drawings to Jessica and a few senior partners. Jessica was particularly impressed with the one where she was taking over the world and making big people kneel at her feet. The boy was remarkably perceptive for his age and she loved the smug look on her color-penciled face. He could make a great lawyer one day but then he was a terrific painter as well.

"I think this masterpiece needs to be framed and go up on my wall today." She held up the drawing and allowed herself to look thoroughly pleased.

"You like it?" Gabriel grinned hard even though he didn't know what a masterpiece was. But it sounded good, and there was nothing like hearing good words from the boss of the city who was going to be the boss of the world one day. That was how life worked.

"It's one of your best pieces yet." Jessica gave him her honest opinion and earned several nods and murmurs of agreement from the other partners.

"That's great! Thank you!" Gabriel held his hurting cheeks and kept on grinning. His great-grandmother had once told him that great pain came with great joy, and he was thinking that maybe this was what she had meant.

Unfortunately, not everyone in the office appreciated the presence of the two kids. Louis was standing with his arms crossed, looking at the disaster outside his office. People were squeaking over some drawings made with color pencils and adjusting their name tags on their chests so that the boys would remember their names.

'They have absolutely no shame at all.' Louis shook his head as his frown got deeper. Over the years, he had come to terms with the Specters having fans in the office. What still bothered him though was the overreaction of those fans. He would like to point out that the boys knew his name just fine even when he had never worn a name tag and when his office was one of the last places that they would visit.

'But then maybe they only know it because Harvey mocks me at home. Or maybe it's because of their birthday gifts.' Even though he didn't get to talk to the boys often, he tried to leave an impression by buying them truckloads of toys. He had always liked kids and much to his sorrow, his rival's boys were insanely adorable. He had tried to get kids of his own but the doctor had ruled out that possibility, so he and his second wife were looking forward to an adoption.

'This could've been so much easier if Donna had just accepted me.' He grunted as he thought about how he had offered to take responsibility for Donna and her daughter when she had decided to raise her child without the biological father's help. That was before he had met his current wife but if Donna gave him so much as a nod, he was ready to throw his wife out the window.

Speaking of people that he wanted to throw out the window, he still hadn't managed to get rid of Norma. No matter how many times he practiced firing her with Harold, he just couldn't get the upper hand. When he had finally made senior partner, he had tried to throw her to a junior partner but Norma had shown him her wild, non-manicured claws. And, when Lana had taken a maternity leave, he had tried to turn her over to Lex but he had politely refused, claiming that they had to think about the best possible allocation of resources. What was that supposed to mean?

Yet there had been this one time that he had come quite close to freedom. It was when Norma had almost broken his left thumb because he hadn't read the sign on her desk: 'Touch or lose a finger'. Out of curiosity, he had held up the origami bear that Gabriel had made her and Norma had reacted as if he had slapped her baby.

'I should've fired her right then and there. Or at least press criminal charges.' Louis winced as he remembered how hard he had to yell to get someone to call 911 for him. If his coworkers had been a little more cooperative, he could have successfully ditched the creature. He had dreamt of firing Norma in front of everyone in the most dramatic way possible, but by the time he had stopped worrying about his thumb, Norma had already left for lunch.

"Uncle Louis?"

Louis was startled at the voice of the four year old angel. He had glared at the back of Norma's head so intensely that his eyes were tired, but God had sent him a sight for sore eyes.

"Hey, how can I help you, buddy?" Louis held the door open so that the boy's body could follow his head into the office.

Patrick wrinkled his nose as he looked up. "Did you have sausage again yesterday? Are you on a sausage spree?"

Louis just nodded for the boy's sake and took a seat on the couch. He wondered what had brought Patrick to his office. "Do you need more toys, angel? I can see you got another Snoopy." He pointed at the balloon around the kid's wrist.

"I always need more toys but that's not why I'm here. I want to sing for you, Uncle Louis. Auntie Rach told me you like songs?" Patrick asked with eyes full of hope.

"I don't just like songs, Patrick. I love them!" Louis sat back and prepared to clap while Patrick grabbed the remote control for the blinds to use as a mike. Then an enthusiastic medley of cartoon theme songs filled his ears. He found himself thoroughly enjoying the performance even though the blinds kept going up and down.

"Bravo! Excellent! The best voice in the world!" Louis launched into a medley of compliments to see the angelic smile.

"Okay, Pavarotti, time to go downstairs." Mike knocked on the open door and poked his head in just like his son.

"One sec, daddy." Patrick quickly pulled out his sticker kit and held it out to Louis.

While the senior partner chuckled at his son's explanation and gladly indulged him, Mike thought about how nice it was to have a day care center on the third floor. They had a good program for the older kids that could pass for kindergarten education and it was easy to check in on his boys. He also loved how the boys got to know his coworkers and their kids. Gabriel would soon have to go to school nearby, but he intended to keep him around in the building before and after school.

"Tee-hee!" Patrick's excited voice made him smile and give Louis a grateful look. The boy hadn't seemed to have inherited his perfect memory so he had been making him memorize all the good things that he had done. But Donna had just convinced him that even kids that age had better things to do than constantly worrying about forgetting small details of his life.

"Only nine more to go, daddy!"

"Good for you! Now let's get you to your friends and teachers. We don't want to be late." Mike held out his hand and felt a surge of happiness when his son took it without hesitation. It was natural and expected but it got him every time.

"He can sing here anytime he wants!" Louis shouted hastily as he watched the pair head towards the elevators. He saw out of the corner of his eyes that Norma was standing up with a piece of paper and he prayed that it wasn't what he thought it was.

"Don't tell me it's that again." He shuddered as his secretary came closer and closer.

Norma grinned mischievously as she held out the application form for The Marveyed.

"No! Just because I can tolerate the young Specters doesn't mean I can do the same for the oldest one!" Louis stated courageously before holding up his arms to shield his face. If he hadn't been so loyal, he would have simply moved to another law firm and avoid all of this ridiculousness. But alas, the Litts were known for their ridiculous loyalty and he just hated his family traits right now.

"If you show me that form one more time, I'll be forced to fire you! I wouldn't want to, but I'd have to!" Louis put his foot down, trying not to shake like a leaf.

"Then I'll be forced to expose your little anti-Harvey club. I wouldn't want to, but I'd have to." Norma crossed her arms, making sure that her boss could see her crazy eyes.

Louis shrieked in terror. "How do you even know about that?"

Norma just gave him a knowing look and went back to her desk.

Louis shuddered as he thought about his poor online club. They only had three members aboard; him, Travis Tanner, and a guy who had accidentally joined the club and for some reason had decided to stay. He would have still appreciated the small company if all of them been committed to the cause. But it turned out that Tanner was merely a fanboy who was desperate for attention and the other guy only knew Harvey from the local H&M ads that he and Mike had done for a couple of years.

'I can't believe this is my life…' Louis heaved a sigh and flopped down into his chair. He was pretty sure that senior partners in other law firms didn't have to go through such an ordeal.

"That damned loyalty!" He shook his fist in the air before noticing that people were walking past his office, looking at him as if he had lost his mind.

"It's not me who's lost his mind! It's you! And you! And you!" He kindly pointed out with his fingers but the stares only grew harder. Growling at his terrible misfortune, Louis picked up his pen and started attacking the brief in front of him.

'All heroes get tortured by lowly souls. It's just fate.' Even after all these years, his mantra remained the same.

"Cameron, could you please get me the deposition for the Mansfield case?" Mike scribbled a memo in the file as he asked through the intercom. He only had two hours before meeting Harvey for lunch so he had to work fast. Normally he would have only needed an hour or so but he had been distracted, thinking about getting Harvey a new tie. They should really stop using Harvey's ties as props in bed but his own ties didn't turn them on as much as Harvey's.

"Cam?" He looked up to see if his secretary wasn't at his desk.

"Oh, sorry! Of course, Mike. Coming right away."

Mike tried not to chuckle at Cameron's flushed cheeks as he rushed out of his seat. His fiancé, Gregory, had come to see him.

'Ah, the good old times.' Mike wondered if he had looked as happy as that while he had been engaged to Harvey. Then he realized that he was still as happy, if not happier, even after all this time.

He thanked Cameron for the document and thought about his lovely husband as he played with his wedding ring. He knew that he had to focus on work but he couldn't resist the urge to hear Harvey's voice.

R-ring.

Harvey tried not to be too delighted at the extension number showing up on his phone. "Mike. If we have phone sex, there's a good chance I'll be late for lunch. Do you think you could be a good boy for a couple more hours?"

"Oh, you're so cruel giving me ideas like that."

Harvey laughed at Mike's frustrated moan. "What do you need, puppy? You're well aware that my new associate requires my attention. With his work." He added at the end. The topic of his associate was still a delicate one due to Mike's jealousy.

"Is Mr. Stilinski in your office right now?" Mike couldn't help the accusing tone. He had been Harvey's one and only associate for so long that it felt wrong to see him with someone else. It also didn't help that Harvey had a history of getting uncharacteristically attached to his associate.

"He's in his cubicle, Mike. And, you can just call him Stiles. You helped me pick him, remember?"

"I know…" Mike groaned. "He knew how to think outside the box and you thought he had balls since he had a wolf as a pet."

"Correct. He also recited the whole history of the male circumcision and wore offending ties. I can only assume he picked it out of the ones you threw out."

"Hahaha. Hey, now that I think about it, I think it's enough punishment for you to have skinny ties in your face again. Just when you thought you had eradicated it, it came back! In full force!"

"Keep that up and you're not getting any homemade dessert."

Knowing what his dirty husband meant by homemade dessert, Mike's mouth watered immediately. Then he remembered why he had called Harvey in the first place. "I just want to say thanks, Harvey."

"For what? You didn't get the dessert yet."

Mike giggled. "I meant for this life, with you and the kids. With Donna and the fans and everything. None of this would've happened to me if you hadn't believed in me that day. So thank you. I couldn't be any happier."

Harvey twirled his wedding ring as he let the words sink in. It felt weird to hear such words from Mike when he considered himself the lucky one.

"Well, if you really want to thank me…" He muttered in a low voice that he knew Mike died for.

"I'll pay for lunch!" Mike rushed to finish Harvey's sentence so that both of them could make it to lunch on time. "Now tell me what I want to hear."

Harvey let out an exaggerated sigh before saying the usual words. "Mike, you're much smarter and cuter than my current associate."

"Aww, thanks, Harvey. I love you too." Mike made a kissing sound and hung up before he gave in to the urge to whisper filthy words down the handsome ear.

Harvey grinned as he put the phone down. Life really worked in mysterious ways. Who would have known that an annoying round of interviews would lead to all of this?

He reduced the size of the windows to take a look at his wallpaper. It was a family photo taken last Christmas. He was dressed as Santa while Mike was his Rudolph and the kids were the elves. He touched Mike's red nose on the monitor, hoping that Donna wasn't watching. But then she was one of the few people who truly understood how much he cared about Mike. He knew that he had it bad when he found his husband cuter than his children.

'And yet they say it's just an associate and it's completely safe to get one.' Harvey shook his head, a small smile playing on his lips.

So this was how Harvey Specter spent his usual mornings. There were no obscure clauses or shark stares involved. There were only warm kisses and playful conversations that kept him motivated to enjoy his present and look forward to his future.

Some said that he was softer as a family man and might not be the best closer for long. Others said that he had become an even better lawyer, now that he had a fuller range of emotions. Then there was Mike who said that he was the man who had put the dream back in his eyes. And, if that wasn't a quality of the ultimate problem-solver, he didn't know what was.

Author's note: Ah, the monster's finally done! A hundred regrets! XD As much as it pains me to part with this story, I realized that I've been writing it for almost a year *weeps* A million thanks to those who have patiently tolerated my updates! The only purpose of this story was to make fellow Suitors crack a smile, so I hope that you got to laugh a little with our beloved characters :D

All of the fangirls' names that appeared in this story were real-life Marvey fangirls from the LiveJournal Suits meme. Many thanks to them for letting me borrow their beautiful names :) I first started posting Suits stories on LJ and got the prompt for this story there as well, so my special thanks go to the LJ Suits family.

That doesn't mean I didn't appreciate all the support I've been getting from and AO3. All the lovely reviews are safely stored and have helped me with inspiration whenever I got stuck. It was such a silly story that I didn't expect so much love. It humbled me and made me want to write better. Thank you so much :)

This story may have come to an end but The Marveyed keeps going on! For those who are interested in joining the prestigious club, Norma will be visiting you in your dreams with application forms :D