Married. She was married. Mrs. Harvey Specter. She was his wife. Harvey was her husband. Her thoughts returned as they often did to Harvey kneeling in front of her with his mother's ring. His voice breaking and begging her to marry him "Right here. Right now." It shifted something in her. She'd known for years that he was it for her. She'd stood by him and weathered storm after shit storm.
But this? It seemed to validate everything. The heartbreak she'd withstood while he dated woman after woman that she had to schedule in for him. The late night calls, and tearful goodbyes. The Thomas fiasco. Everything, and in this quiet moment, sitting behind her desk, staring out at the city, it all seemed so worth it.
The years of torment, and denial, and secret pain all seemed trivial. She was Harvey's wife.
His wife!
She watched him across the corridor smirk and discuss something with Mike. Harvey stuck both hands in his pocket and laughed, really laughed. Her bones felt it. It centered and calmed her. He was happy. Truly happy. Skyline was different. Climate was different. Neighborhoods and communities were strange to them, but all of that was background noise.
Suddenly, his eye caught hers, and for a brief moment the earth stopped spinning. A hush filled her, and he winked. Her man.
He mouthed, "Love you," and she blushed. She felt like such a cheesy moron for thinking it, but what the hell. It felt like happily ever after.
