Settling in Seattle

Chapter 42- Honesty

"So, what was that about?" Mike sauntered into his wife's office looking for a solution to his confusion.

"That? Donna and Harvey are going to stay with us for a bit, and I got Donna to agree in picking Rosy up from nursery. Saying that, I should probably ring up and tell them it won't be myself or you collecting her." Rachel smiled at Mike briefly, before looking back down at the files sprawled in front of her.

"So who's adamant?" Mike pressed, and a sigh came from the mouth across the desk.

"Harvey."

"Care to explain?" He made a clueless expression.

"He wants to move here with Donna, and he's not sure what he wants to do with his life." Rachel elaborated in a short conclusion.

"Oh." Mike was suddenly quite concerned, perhaps even more confused than before.

"You asked!" They both stifled a laugh, sitting in silence for a moment.

"I did, and I'm guessing Donna doesn't want to."

"I don't know. From what I can see, she doesn't want to step on our toes, and doesn't want it to be the wrong decision. I don't think she really wants to leave Zane Specter Litt either."

"So we have to play counsellors whilst they decide?" Mike insinuated laughably.

"Yep," Rachel agreed and looked up, placing her hand on his, to which he questioned the gesture with his eyes, "What?"

"Nothing!"

"I'm not allowed to miss your touch?"

"From last night, I would've thought you've had enough of that." Mike joked.

"I can't believe we didn't think before the morning. Come on, she always comes in before we're awake."

"Well I'm sorry..." His face distorted into a cheeky grin after recalling last night.

"Ohmygod, stop. Anyway, why do you always turn everything sexual? I wasn't talking about that."

"Sure you weren't." He laughed before Rachel shot her eyes towards the associate in his office and sent him on his way back to work.

Mike and Rachel opened the front door to the smell of something delicious cooking, and the joy filled screams of their daughter being chased around the house by Harvey.

"Mommy!" Rosalie realised her parents were home bolted towards them, her uncle closely following. Rachel pulled her up in her arms and kissed her forehead, hugging her tight.

"Hey baby... Aw you're all clean!" She looped her finger around one of the damp curls on her daughter's head.

"Oh yeah, we bathed her but said she could stay up to wait for her mom and dad." Harvey explained, and Mike shook his hand.

"Thank you, Harvey." Rachel was still bearing the toddler, tickling her stomach.

"Yes, but considering it's after eight, Rosy I think you should be going to sleep now, don't you?" Mike kissed her cheek.

"No!" Rosalie shook her head vigorously, Mike countering her by nodding in the same manner. He held his hands out and Rachel passed her on. Already donning her pyjamas, the child wriggled in an attempt to escape the grip.

"Do you not want Daddy to put you to bed baby girl?" Rachel quizzed, and Rosalie's thumb slipped into her mouth, suddenly looking very tired, "That's what I thought!"

"Come on then, say goodnight to everyone." Mike span her round so she could see everyone, even Donna tending to the food in the kitchen.

"Nigh-nigh." Rosalie waved and so did everyone else to her before Mike swooped her off to bed and Harvey and Rachel wandered into the kitchen.

"What are you cooking Donna?" The brunette peered over the saucepan to reveal some sort of pasta sauce.

"Just some tomato and basil pasta, I found the recipe online, thought you'd be hungry."

"Yes we are," She smiled, "What did Rosalie have?"

"I found some leftover casserole in the freezer and figured you'd made it, so I heated it up for her."

"Oh yes, we've got all sorts in the freezer."

"Yes you have." Harvey butted in, his eyebrows slightly raised.

"What's that supposed to mean?" Rachel jokingly folded her arms to her chest, pursing her lips in an attempt not to laugh.

"Harvey... Found a frozen bottle of vodka in it." Donna began clarifying for her other half, Rachel shook her head in amusement.

"And why is that funny?"

"It's not. Just slightly weird." Harvey snickered again, to be stopped by Mike strolling back into the kitchen.

"Are you calling my wife weird?" He placed his hands around her waist, and she relaxed into his hold, allowing him to kiss her cheek delicately.

"No, and get a room."

"Since when has Harvey Specter been a prude? Also, that was the most chaste move known to man."

"Since he doesn't want to see that!" Harvey shook his head chuckling.

"Come on Harvey... Lighten up a bit, you've seen worse."

"Right, whose ready for pasta?" Donna changed the conversation, placing the bowls of food onto the dining table. Mike let go of Rachel, who was now slightly blushing and they made their way to the dinner.

"So, tonight we are going to discuss your intentions. Both of you." Mike addressed matter-of-factly, neither of them questioned how he knew.

"Yes, I think that's a good idea. What are your intentions Harvey?" They were all staring at him like little kids.

"Okay, I don't want to work at the firm anymore. I don't want to live in New York. There you go."

"Yes, but why?"

"Because I don't."

"That's not an answer and you know it."

"Look Harvey, Donna can already see right through you, so you might as well start speaking truths, otherwise we're never going to be able to determine whether this is the right decision." Rachel reasoned.

"God, I just want to be away from it. I've ticked that box, I've earned a lot of money, I'm bored."

"You mean you want to focus on something else."

"No, I mean I'm bored."

"And jealous of Louis."

"What?"

"Come on Harvey, it doesn't take a rocket scientist."

"Fine, maybe a bit."

"Seattle? Why Seattle?"

"Because you're here."

"And you miss me. Aww, how sweet." Mike joked as Harvey shot him a distasteful look.

"Look, I think we need to just leave you to it now. You need to really think about what you both want." Mike placed his hand on Rachel's thigh, they stood up together, both on the same wavelength.

"We're going up to shower and sleep, the guest bedroom is made up for you, night." Mike said with charm in his voice as they disappeared up to their own bedroom.

"You don't think it's a good idea for them to move here do you?" Rachel whispered as she ordered her shower gel on the rack.

"No, I think it's all happened a bit quick."

"Well, Donna will talk some sense into him, it'll all work out."

"I suppose."