Disclaimer: If I'm the creator of this show and I can't remember that one of my main characters is thirty instead of four and he's not related in any way at all to the other... Yikes. (Translation: No. I don't own them.)

This is set in the same 'verse as my other Harvey-is-Mike's-dad!AU story, I Wanna Do Everything You Do, but reading it is not required, I don't think. (I won't complain, of course, but I don't think you'll be lost.)

Also, this is a WIP *knocks on wood* and this part is unbetaed because I am too impatient for that at the mo'. I'll try to do better on future installments.

Also, this is, once again, a response to a prompt on suits_meme. Good stuff there. :) This one is for huffydoo and I'll be posting the prompt at the end as usual.

Harvey didn't claim to be as prescient as Donna. No one was as prescient as Donna.

Still, he'd known somewhere in the back of his mind that Mike had been feeling off that morning. He'd turned down chocolate milk over his Rice Krispies for one thing and very little could make the kid turn down chocolate milk. He'd also been more sleepy than usual and a little grumpy, preferring to slouch in his chair and glare at the table, lip pushed out in a pout, instead of leaning forward and chattering about his dream the night before or what they were doing in preschool that day or the book he'd read last week on the Trojan War.

Harvey had chalked it up to a late night before and had Ray drive them to the daycare where he'd left Mike in Bonnie's capable hands.

But, he'd known—or, well, suspected at least—and so when Donna said that Bonnie was on the line, Harvey already knew what she was going to say.

"I'm so sorry, Mr. Specter," she said after explaining that Mike had completed an hour and a half tantrum with a spectacular display of projectile vomiting and thus needed to be picked up. "You know I don't mind having him even when he's unhappy, but state law—"

"I'm well aware of the law," he reminded her, but softened his tone to take the sting out of it.

"Oh. Right. Well... I tried to get a hold of Bridget, but can only get her voicemail."

"Tuesday is her day off." Harvey glanced at Donna and said, "Let me see what I can do and call you back, okay, Bonnie?"

"Okay," she said, sounding apologetic, but relieved. Given the fact that Harvey could hear Mike screaming in the background, he could understand the sentiment. "Thank you, Mr. Specter."

"I'll be in contact," he assured her. He hung up and blew out a breath, dragging a hand over his face.

Donna didn't wait for him to ask, she just entered his office and said, "Today's not a good day."

He gave her a wry smile and leaned back in his chair. "There's never a good day for your kid to be sick," he informed her.

She gave him a crooked smile in return and said, "I can reschedule your one-thirty, but the rest of it..."

He thought for a moment, then said, "Change that one-thirty to a doctor's appointment and leave the rest as is. I'm going to see if I can get a hold of Bridget."

"She's not going to budge. Even the best closer in the city can't change that woman's mind about her days off."

Harvey arched an eyebrow at the challenge to his skills and she raised her hands in surrender and backed out of the office. "Fine. If you want to choose arrogance over reality, that's your right to do so."

He watched her go with a sardonic smirk to cover the worry simmering in his stomach, then pulled up the number on his cell. "Hi, Bridget, this is Harvey Spect— Yes, I know it's your day off. No, I do remember our agreement— Yes, I know we— I wouldn't be calling unless— I under— But I— Double overtime?" he managed to shoehorn in between her protests.

He sighed and pinched the bridge of his nose as she explained her plans for the day and why they were not negotiable. He understood that, really, he did. And he wouldn't have respected her if she'd caved too easily.

But he really needed her today.

"Okay, well, thank you for your time, Bridget. Yes. Uh huh. I'll see you tomorrow." Harvey ended the call.

"I told you—"

"You can gloat later, Donna. Right now I need to find a replacement."

She just watched him for a moment, then turned back to her desk. He ran through a mental list of substitute caregivers, then began dialing.


Ten minutes later he was beginning to rethink his stance on conspiracies against his personage.

Seriously, how could every last one of his approved babysitters and nannies be indisposed today? To the point of refusing an exorbitant bonus on top of their normal fees?

Donna entered, set down some files that had been dropped off by one of the associates, and said, "Bring him here, Harvey." He looked at her, giving her words consideration, despite the ridiculousness of the idea.

This wasn't a daycare, it was a law firm. On top of that, Mike was sick, so it's not like he would be quietly occupied with his Kindle in the corner. Harvey had meetings today with clients, some of them here in his office and others out in town.

It wasn't that he didn't love his son and wouldn't normally jump at the chance to spend time with him. Mike soaked up knowledge of the law like he did everything else and even at the age of four his answer to the question of "What do you want to be when you grow up?" was a quick and staunch, "Lawyer. Like my daddy," that made Harvey's outwardly swell with pride—and inwardly collapse in relief because he couldn't be doing too badly if his son wanted to be like him, right?

Occasionally after he read a book he'd say something more typical like police officer, fireman, microbiologist—okay, less typical, but that one had lasted almost a full month, record not since challenged by anything but lawyer—or the like, but mostly he wanted to be just like his father.

This wasn't about whether or not he wanted Mike here, though. Hell, if not for the meetings, Harvey would have happily brought the kid and kept him close as he worked. He was almost as clingy to Mike as Mike was to him when the kid was sick. Losing Mike's mother had made Harvey ever more sensitive to the horrifying possibility of losing his son, even if it had been an accident and not illness that had shrunk their little family.

Both were things that were largely out of Harvey's control, however, and he didn't like things that were out of his control. That made him grumpy, as Donna had once informed Mike, much to his son's amusement.

Logistically, though, it just wasn't practical. Not today of all days.

Even tomorrow would have been better since he was set to bury himself in an older client's considerable legal document portfolio as part of an annual review. That could be done at home, thus freeing Harvey up to be with Mike.

Actually, that was a good point...

"Donna, clear the rest of my week—"

"Already done," she said. "Well, as much as possible. You still have that meeting with Bronwyn on Wednesday and that's the only day she's going to be in the US for the next three months, and a hearing with Judge Paloma on Friday morning." She raised her eyebrows and Harvey grimaced. Yeah, that was definitely not flexible either.

"What choice do you have?" she asked, sensing his hesitation. "You can't leave him there, you can't leave him home alone, and you can't find anyone to watch him. Bring him here. You know at least half of his fuss right now is that he's away from you."

And that was true, but it didn't fix the problem of Harvey's schedule.

"I still have meetings—" he started.

"Yes, but not all day. And not everyone in this building has meetings at the same time as you. Jessica will help watch him, you know she will."

Harvey gave her a look. "I am not dropping my kid off with my boss all day."

"I never suggested you should. She'd spoil him rotten for one thing. But she hasn't seen him in awhile and you know she loves him."

Harvey snorted. "When he's happy, yeah, everyone loves him. Kid can charm Judge Robertson, and you know how much she hates me. Even Louis loves him when he's happy, but right now? He's not happy."

"If you've got a better solution, by all means, take it."

Harvey made a moue of frustration, then sighed. "Fine." He stood and shook out his arms to resettle his jacket, then buttoned it as he rounded his desk. "Call Ray—"

"He's waiting downstairs."

"When's my next—"

"One hour."

Harvey stopped and frowned at her.

She shrugged one shoulder. "I pushed it back so you'd have time to stop by your condo and pick up a few things. Now go. Bring me my favorite future lawyer."

Harvey gave her a small smile of gratitude and got one in return, then left to retrieve his son.

Yes, I realize this means I have two WIPs started in two days. The world is supposed to end this year. Not only does that mean I'm in a time crunch, but it... makes me feel like taking risks, okay?

Your thoughts would be much appreciated if you've got a mo'. :) More coming soon!