Donna stands outside the door to the courthouse, too anxious to sit as she paces back and forth, waiting to see whether the judge is going to grant Ryan a hearing. It only took two days for Harvey to request an audience, wanting to get the appeal thrown out as quickly as possible, and she glances at Rachel, who's perched beside her on a slender wooden bench in the large open hall. "What's taking so long?"

"They have to hear from both sides," Rachel assures her. "This is normal."

Nothing about this is normal, she thinks, turning on her heel again. She's never had her husband die, only to get him back, then face the possibility of his shooter walking free. The only thing stopping her from spinning out completely is the anti-anxiety meds the doctor prescribed. He ran some follow-up tests, but she's been more preoccupied with getting through today than worrying about her results, and when the door creaks open, her heart thunders in her chest, her palms sweating when Harvey appears first, followed by Mike.

"The judge denied the request for an appeal." Harvey smiles broadly, watching relief flood his wife's pale cheeks. She'd had a hard time leaving the apartment which he put down to nerves, but her arms look flushed, and he brushes reaches out, worried by the sticky heat clinging to her skin.

"I'm fine," she insists, having repeatedly told Rachel the same thing every time her friend asked her to sit down. She couldn't, fuelled by too much adrenaline, but now she knows it's over—that Ryan can't hurt them anymore, her legs suddenly feel slack, her entire body humming with a rush of dizziness.

"Mike, call and ambulance—" The words are barely out of his mouth when she collapses like a dead weight in his arms, and he scoops her up, already stalking his way to the exit.

He should have made her stay home with Rachel, realized this was going to be too much, and he kicks himself for the reckless call.

Whatever's wrong, if anything happens to her, he'll never forgive himself.

"Donna, how are you feeling?"

The doctor enters the room, and she glances at Harvey, gripping his hand. She doesn't remember much after he came out of the judge's chambers. She'd woken up in a hospital bed, Harvey, Rachel and Mike beside themselves with worry, but she assured them she was fine, and sent their two respective best friends back to the clinic. Even though they're on their way to mending fences, she knows deep down something isn't right, and hadn't wanted to worry them until she heard the news for herself first.

"What's wrong with her?" Harvey asks, frustrated by the slow progress they've made since she was brought in. Clearly she's not feeling okay or she wouldn't have collapsed, and he sits impatiently as the doctor accesses his tablet.

"I can see you were admitted for a panic attack brought on by severe dehydration and anemia a few weeks ago."

"We know that already." Harvey snaps, only settling back down when Donna gives his fingers a light squeeze. "She's been taking care of herself," he insists more calmly, willing the man to get to the point.

"I can see that." The doctor says, reading her file. "We put a rush on the bloodwork your GP submitted yesterday, and your iron levels have improved, which is excellent news. The reason why you've been run down is because the tests also indicated the hormone hCG which has been affecting the way your body absorbs nutrients. You fainted earlier, Mrs. Paulsen, because you're pregnant."

Donna stares at him, failing to process the news, but before she can ask him to repeat himself, he confirms the diagnosis with another wave of information.

"There's no indication to suggest any harm occurred to the fetus. However, I recommend that if you're going to carry the baby to term, we immediately stop the anti-anxiety medication you're on and start on a more vigorous health plan. I'd also like book in an ultrasound at five weeks, rather than waiting." He smiles kindly, taking in both their shell-shocked expressions, and sensing neither are in a rush to speak, he takes the cue to give them the room. "Why don't I let you have a few minutes. I have a couple of rounds to make, but then I can come back and answer any questions you might have."

Harvey barely registers the man leaving, his pulse thrumming loudly in his ears. "You're… pregnant," he sounds the word out, in a state of complete shock. He hadn't really thought about it, but assumed they were being careful… and he's not accusing her of anything, but he is confused. "How, I mean…" he stops himself from saying something stupid.

More stupid.

Obviously he knows how she got pregnant, but she doesn't seem to take notice of him flustering, her face losing the little color she had before the doctor broke the news.

She blinks, her heart hammering as the realization she isn't on birth control slowly filters down through her spinning thoughts. Her last shot had been just over three months ago, and in the midst of everything, she hadn't bothered keeping them up with them. An oversight that's now a little more than just an innocent slip.

"Donna?"

She glances at her husband, his gaze a mixture of curious concern, and she opens her mouth, stuttering over what to say. "I wasn't… I didn't think. You were gone, and—"

"Hey, it's okay." He squeezes her hand, knowing it was an honest mistake. Hell, he should have thought to bring it up, not just make assumptions. Truthfully, he was so caught up in being with her nothing else mattered, and he takes a second, fully processing everything. A baby was the last thing he was expecting the doctor to reveal, but all of a sudden the last few weeks are making more sense. Why she's been so run down, not feeling like herself. He doesn't really understand much about pregnancy hormones, but from what he's heard they're a real thing, but even more importantly, she's going to be fine… the baby's okay, and Jesus—the baby.

Her condition hits him like a lightning rod.

There's three of them in the room, another person that he's now suddenly responsible for, and he's never felt his priorities shift so quickly before. "Let's take a second—"

"I can't." She pulls her hand back, needing more than a minute to deal with the weight of her situation. She's been a mess for weeks, trying to sort her life out, and today just proved that there are no guarantees. Ryan came after them—again—after destroying everything she cared about. She fainted in public, didn't even realize she was pregnant. She's already failing as a mother, and if something were to happen to Harvey, she couldn't raise a baby on her own. The news is too much on top of everything else, and she can't handle him telling her he wants this when she's not sure if she does. "I need you to go."

"What?" He frowns, hurt rattling through his confusion. "Go where, why?"

"I just… please," she sucks in a gasp, too afraid to look at him doesn't, focusing on breathing through the pressure building in her chest. She can feel herself on the verge of having a panic attack, and she doesn't want him to comfort her. She doesn't want to hear how much he loves her, that he'd do anything to protect her and the baby. She wants to scream and cry, and pretend that this isn't a decision she has to face right now.

He's never been more unsure of anything in his life, but he stands on shaky legs, terrified of putting her or the baby under any more stress. "I'll have my phone on me, okay?" She nods, and he leaves the room, barely making it three steps before he stops, leaning heavily against the wall, wishing to god he knew what was spinning through her mind right now. A family was never a condition of their marriage and still isn't. Donna's enough for him, all he's ever needed, and she has to know that he'd never pressure her either way. But he wants to talk about it. The pros and cons, the possibilities, and he's half tempted to turn back around, but doesn't, respecting her need for space. But he has to do something, and pulls out his phone, making what's probably going to be the second stupidest mistake of his marriage; he calls Mike because he can't handle dealing with this on his own.

A few hours later and Donna feels sick to her stomach, the irony being she doesn't know if it's morning sickness or the fact she's slowly coming to terms with the fact there's a life growing inside her. As soon as Harvey had vacated the room, she'd begun taking in air and forcing herself to breathe more naturally. Even though she hadn't wanted him to go, she'd needed him too, afraid of what she might say if he'd stayed. Last night she'd lashed out, but it isn't fair to keep punishing him for what happened, and she doesn't want to be that person. But deep down she's still terrified of losing him, and finding out she's pregnant had shot those fears straight to the surface. Only, when she'd calmed herself down, her hand wandered to her stomach, realizing he hadn't gone far.

He's with her in a strange and new way, one they hadn't prepared for, and she's still not sure how to feel. How Harvey feels. She'd kicked him out, not knowing what his thoughts were, and she closes her eyes with a sigh.

He'd said to call, but she's not sure she'll ever be ready.

A soft knock reverberates around the room, and her gaze flutters to the door, stiffening at the unexpected visitor.

Mike shoves his hands in his pockets, staying where he is at the threshold. Harvey had reached out for moral support, but it had been his own idea to pay Donna a visit, promising Harvey he would leave if she didn't want him there. After everything that's happened, he doesn't know if they can get back to the relationship they had before Harvey's 'death', but he wants to try, and help the pair, if he can. "Hey."

She flinches, gripping the side of the bed with a slight wave of panic—worried that Harvey needed to call him, and afraid that Mike knows making her scramble to find her voice. "What are you doing here, Mike?"

Her apprehension would be easy to pick if they weren't on bad terms and lifts his palms in surrender. "Look, I don't know what's going on, but Harvey called and he was worried." Frantic would be a better term, but he skims on the detail. The man had been a mess, not able to tell him anything, and completely lost, leading Mike to confront the woman he's been avoiding. "I just want to make sure you're okay, that's all."

"He didn't tell you?" she asks, relief flooding through her at the slight shake of his head.

"Donna. Whatever's going on… I'm here and so is Rachel. I know you're still angry, and I should have said this sooner, but I'm sorry." He steers the conversation away from the reason she was admitted. Even though he's genuinely scared, afraid it's something serious, he needs to deal with what happened if he ever stands a chance of her trusting him again. "I wasn't choosing Harvey over you, I did what I had to for both of you."

"You didn't have a choice," she murmurs, shifting her gaze down the blankets wadded around her stomach. She was angry, livid at first, but the truth is she's been wanting to make amends just like she did with Rachel, but again she wasn't sure how. Now, in the matter of a few hours, her priorities have completely shifted, and she opens her mouth to apologize too, but he jumps in first.

"You're wrong. I had a choice," he admits, wishing the disclosure agreement from the F.B.I was a valid excuse. "I don't know if I made the right one, but I do know you didn't need space, you needed Harvey back... and I convinced myself that was more important than being there for you." The guilt he's been feeling rears itself, suffocating the silence, but he isn't finished. If he's going to earn her trust back, he needs to be completely honest, and moves closer to the bed, facing his shame. "I let you push me away, and it was cowardly, but that was easier than looking you in the eyes and lying. I let you down and I'm sorry."

Her gaze blurs with moisture, and she could blame the reaction on pregnancy hormones, but her feelings have been in flux long before she and Harvey conceived. At first she didn't understand how Mike could lie, but if he'd been oblivious to Harvey's plan, in some ways that would have been worse. She would have still turned her back on him, let him grieve alone, and then she would have been the one who let him down. "It wasn't your fault. I would've pushed just as hard either way." She smothers her fingers over the thin blanket, breathing in deeply. Just like the life growing inside her wasn't an excuse then, it isn't one now, and the ghost of a smile touches her lips. "He really didn't tell you?"

He's confused by the softness in her expression, getting the feeling they're having a kind of breakthrough, but at a loss to explain the sudden shift. "Donna, what's going on?"

She tilts her gaze up, admitting the words out loud for the first time. "I'm pregnant."

He does a double take, having the sudden urge to reach for something to keep himself steady "You're, wow… ." He takes a second, overcome by relief. From the moment Harvey called, he's been expecting worst-case scenarios, and his mouth winds around a genuine smile. "Okay, that I was not expecting."

She instantly feels bad for having made him worry, for putting Harvey through the same thing, and she quickly searches his gaze. "Is he okay?"

Mike nods, the man's panic now making sense. Harvey had seemed more devastated by the fact Donna kicked him out rather than the reason, and he motions his head across the room. "Why don't you ask him that yourself."

Donna's eyes shift to the door, and she's never been more glad Harvey refused to take her advice and actually leave. "He's outside?"

"Refused to go more than a few feet." Mike says, feigning checking the time in his watch. "I have three more minutes before he calls the hospital staff to drag me out."

She swallows a laugh, the feeling of fleeting joy colliding with reality. Mike doesn't owe her anything. She realizes that now. Can see he's only ever had her best interests at heart, and before he leaves, she turns. more serious, doing something she should have done months ago, and turning to him for support. "I can't do this without him, Mike."

Her voice wavers, and the occurrence is rare, something he's only witnessed a handful of times, but the fact she's reaching out now—looking to him for guidance, means they're finally at a place where he can help. "You're not going to." He seats himself in the chair opposite her bed. "I know you're still adjusting, but Harvey's not going anywhere. After everything that's happened, he's going to move heaven and earth to stay by your side, and Rachel and I aren't going anywhere either." He reaches out to squeeze her hand. "We're all here, whatever you need."

A sob builds in her throat, but she pushes it down, wiping her eyes. She isn't sure how she went from losing everything to getting it back tenfold, but she owes Mike an apology too, and she breathes in deeply, grateful he's here "I'm sorry too. You have no idea how much I've missed you saying cheesy dumb stuff."

He grins, wiping the moisture from his own eyes. "See, just when I was thinking Harvey had rubbed off on you too much, there you go apologising."

She laughs through her tears, meeting his amused smile, and telling him exactly what she needs. "I want to see him, Mike."

"That's good, cause he really wants to see you too."

He winks, letting go of her hand, but before he can leave, she calls him back. "Mike… I don't want you to keep this from Rachel. You should tell her."

Relief bubbles through him, knowing how much Donna would want to break the news herself, and he's grateful the time for keeping secrets between the four of them is over.

He meets Harvey where he left him, a few feet from the doorway, and he beams at the man, pulling him into a hug. "Congratulations, dad."

Harvey might just be more shell-shocked than he first found out about the news, but after hours spent in a blind panic, he can feel his heart rate starting to slow. Even though he's still not ready to get his hopes up, he bypasses his best friend, every muscle in his body relaxing when he sets his sights on Donna. "Hey."

"Hi," she answers, leaning her head into the pillows. "So you sent the puppy in to clean up your mess."

He reads the amusement in her gaze and chuckles, the comment sounding exactly like something she would have said ten years ago. But rather than keep the banter in play, he sits beside her, clasping his hands over his knees. "You okay?"

She nods, gazing down at her stomach. "Yeah. We both are." Even though she's calmer now, eager to get the doctor in after kicking him out three times, she still feels bad for the way she behaved."I'm sorry about before."

"I get it." He motions to where her gaze is still fixed. "Not exactly what we were expecting."

"It's a lot… but I didn't mean to push you away," she says seriously, lifting her head up. "I'm glad you called Mike."

"Really?" he asks, surprised, not knowing how he's ever going to repay the man who keeps bailing him out.

"At first I thought you were sending him in as a decoy," she jokes, even though she wouldn't have blamed him for the tactic. They've been through a lot together, bit Mike and Rachel have been through just as much, and when she thinks about how far their best friend's have come, she's embarrassed to admit how long it took her and Harvey to figure everything out—before Seattle even presented itself as an option. "He might just have bigger balls than the both of us."

He can see she's trying to make light of the situation, but honestly, maybe the couple of hours apart did some good, gave them a chance to assess what they both really want and he knows exactly what that is now. "You don't have to hide anything from me," he says. turning the conversation more serious. "However you're feeling, we'll work through it, either way."

"Either way?" She searches his gaze, wondering what he means but the comment, and when he motions to bed, silently asking for permission to join her, she makes room as he kicks off his shoes.

He waits until he has his arms hooked around her, speaking from the heart and not trying to disguise what he's feeling. Keeping the baby is a big decision, and he's already attached, but she's always been enough for him, and if she's not ready—now or in the future—he can handle that too, so long as they're on the same page. "I know we've never really talked about having kids, but if you're open to the idea, it's something I would want." He breathes out, choosing his words carefully. "But if now isn't the right time or you don't ever want to… You make me happier than I ever thought I could be. So if we decide to do this I'm onboard, and if not, if it ends up just being the two of us, I'm okay with that too."

He presses his lips against her temple, but the only thing she can take away from his unusually succinct speech is that he's ready for this. And for the past few weeks she assumed something was wrong, but since adjusting to the news she's pregnant, everything seems to have clicked into place. She hasn't been feeling like herself because she's been sharing her body, sacrificing her needs for another person, and now she knows this: there's been a point to her exhaustion, the sacrifice seems worth it. "While you were gone, I kept thinking about how there's someone else in the room, who's been here all this time, and it's weird, but I feel like they're a part of this now… a part of us."

He slips his hand down to her stomach, caressing her stomach. Even though there's no physical change, he's besotted by the idea there could be. "It's pretty amazing, right?"

It is, there's no doubt about it, and even though she's still scared and has her doubts, she claps his fingers, nuzzling her head against his chin. "We're going to have a baby."

The confirmation spills a grin across his face, the realization they're going to be a family lifting the bar on everything he thought possible since the night they met. Being her best friend, loving her, getting to spend the rest of his life with fulfilled all of his wildest dreams.

They may have hit a snag, something that cost them both, but they've proved they're coming out the other side stronger than ever.