Okay, so I wrote the epilogue. Hope you enjoy it.
Four years later…
Mike looked under a desk, his heart thudding against his chest. This wasn't happening. This could not be happening. Donna and Harvey were going to kill him.
"Evan," he whispered peeking into the break room. "Evan, where are you?"
He turned the corner, freezing when he spotted the little red head standing in front of Louis. Mike sped towards him, skidding to a halt behind the little boy.
"What's going on?" he asked resting his hands on Evan's shoulders. This was not what he needed today.
"Louis is being a meanie head," Evan said looking up at the balding man.
"Keep a leash on him," Louis growled glaring at the little boy. It seemed Louis liked Evan just as much as he liked his father. "I don't have time to be baby-sitting Harvey's spawn."
"Objection," Evan piped up angrily.
"On what grounds?" Louis questioned crossing his arms.
"On the grounds I'm standing on," the little boy retorted and kicked Louis in the shin. As the older man let out a surprised yelp, Mike scooped the little boy up and hurried away.
"Let's not tell your mother you did that," Mike muttered putting Evan down the moment he was sure Louis wasn't going to chase them. He ushered Evan into Harvey's office, the older man's face buried in a folder.
"Tired out, yet?" he joked without looking up from his work.
"How do you keep up with him?" Mike asked as Evan crossed the room and sat down on Harvey's couch.
"Four years of practice," Harvey replied finally looking up. He must have spotted something on Mike's face because he sighed and asked, "Who'd he kick?"
"Louis," Evan stated before Mike could respond, beaming at his father.
"Atta boy," Specter responded with his own smile.
"Atta boy, what?" a voice inquired from the doorway and Mike whirled around to see Donan standing against the doorframe.
"Mommy," Evan exclaimed getting to his feet and racing forward. He hugged her knees and said, "you are the bestest mommy in the whole…"
"He kicked someone again didn't he?" she looked between Harvey, Mike, and Evan. Matching looks of innocence crossed Harvey's and Evan's faces, but Mike knew he gave the little boy up. He just couldn't lie to Donna.
"Evan Michael Specter you have to stop doing that," Donna scolded looking down at her son. Mike knew full well that when Evan was in trouble, his mother dropped the Ryan in his name.
"But Mommy, he was being mean," the little boy told her, jutting his lip out in a pout.
"Go sit down," she said pointing at the couch.
"Fine," he grumbled and walked away from her, his head hanging.
"Did you ask him, yet?" Donna asked glancing at Harvey.
"No," he replied looking back at his work.
"Ask me what?" Mike chimed in looking between the two.
"Would you be willing to watch Evan tonight?" Donna questioned meeting Mike's eyes. Evan's head popped up, a smile appearing on his face.
"Uh, I guess." Mike really didn't have plans. He was going to get a jump start on his work, but if they needed his help.
"Good, thanks," Donna responded and turned to look at Evan. "You, mister, are coming with me."
"Aw Mommy, can't I stay with Daddy?"
"He's a bad influence."
"I am not," Harvey protested meeting her eyes.
"'Atta boy,'" she reminded him and he looked down again. Evan slid off the couch and slowly followed his mother out of the office.
"So, what's the occasion?" Mike asked moving across the office to sit in the easy chair. Harvey looked up, his dark eyes unreadable, and glanced down again. "Don't ask?" Mike nodded, answering his own question. "Don't ask."
Harvey had no idea why Donna wanted to go out to eat that night. It wasn't their anniversary or their birthdays. There actually was no reason to be celebrating, but Donna wanted some one-on-one time. And, since Evan had been born, they hadn't had a lot of alone time.
He'd never admit it aloud, but Harvey was thankful for Mike and Rachel. Without them, they'd get no time at all.
He and Donna sat at a table, in the far corner of the restaurant. She had been busy toying with her food, and he had been busy watching her. He couldn't help thinking something was wrong. But before he could ask she said, "Evan asked me where babies come from today."
"He did?" he had asked Harvey the same question the day before. Specter had told him to ask his mother.
"Yeah," she replied nodding. "He said you told him to ask me."
"Funny, the question hit me harder than it should. I mean, he is getting so smart. And I know hanging around Mike is a huge factor in that. All those books he reads him…"
"Is something wrong?" Harvey was starting to get worried.
"No," Donna said looking up, shaking her head.
"Harvey, I'm pregnant," she blurted out, almost as if she were ripping a bandage off.
It was quiet for a few minutes, Harvey going over her words in his head. He then shrugged and said, "So?"
"What?" she looked up at him, surprised. "But I thought you didn't want another…"
"Hey, compared to Evan I am sure this one will be a walk in the park."
"Wow," Donna said softly. "I was not expecting this attitude."
"And what attitude were you expecting?" he asked curiously.
"More catatonic; maybe you staring out the window, trying hard not to panic over the prospect of another child."
"You're never going to let me live that down, are you?"
"Not as long as you live," she replied smiling.
"God, you are a nightmare."
"Ah, Harvey, I love you, too."
"Come here." He lightly kissed her lips and whispered, "How far along are you?"
"About three and a half months," she replied softly. "I went to the doctor yesterday. And guess what?"
"It's a girl."
Yes, that is the end. I want to thank everyone who reviewed, alerted, and just plain read this story. This was quite a ride and I hope you had as much fun reading as I did writing.
I have been toying with the idea of writing a sequel, but I'm not sure. I have a plot in mind. If you want one let me know.
So, yeah, thanks for reading and supporting this, you guys rock, and I own nothing.