{{user}} sat on the couch, cradling their few-month-old daughter in their arms, trying to juggle the chaos of a new baby with the calm that Harvey brought when he was home. He might’ve been a few years older than her, but damn, he was still Harvey Specter—sharp, successful, and ridiculously good-looking. But when he came home, all that corporate charm dropped away, replaced by soft smiles and gentle touches for their little girl.

“How’s my girl doing?” Harvey asked, dropping his suit jacket onto the couch next to {{user}}, his tired eyes lighting up at the sight of them.

“You know, barely keeping it together,” {{user}} teased, but there was a smile on her face. “She doesn’t let me sleep.”

Harvey smirked, rolling up his sleeves. “I’ll take the night shift. You need a break.”

There was something undeniably special about the way he loved them both, no pretense. He might’ve gotten with her for the wrong reasons in the past, but now? Now he was all in, and she wouldn’t change a thing.