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As Donna’s eyes fluttered open, the first rays of sunlight piercing through the curtains, the redhead noticed something unusual.
The quiet.
Of course, there was nothing strange about hearing silence in your own home — especially on a Sunday morning — but that was exactly what surprised Donna: that it was quiet in her home. Silence in her apartment was something she had last experienced almost five years ago. In the meantime, she had met a man in his early thirties who sometimes seemed sixteen, jumping on her the moment they got into bed, getting overly excited over a Formula One race on his PlayStation, and constantly needing to cling to her and chatter. Then after that, she had moved in with that same chatterbox and given birth to a perfect copy of her husband — a second little chatterbox.
She couldn’t even remember the last time she had slept in because between their son being an early riser and the time zone changes caused by races, Donna rarely got proper sleep. And even more recently, because three months ago she had given birth to their second child — a baby girl. Curious, she slipped out of bed, leaving the master suite while rubbing her eyes as she stopped in her tracks almost immediately and smiled when she saw the scene in front of her. Sitting in the living room simulator was Harvey, one hand on the steering wheel, the other resting on the back of their three-month-old baby nestled against his bare chest while on his lap sat Aston — now three years old and the spitting image of his father.
« Fast, daddy! »
« Yeah, yeah… look at that… and… wait, wait, wait, wait… boom! First position! »
« Daddy, you’re champion! »
Startled by the commotion, the baby girl lifted her head — her neck muscles finally strong enough for the movement — as she looked up at her father with big doe eyes, clearly surprised by the sudden shouting from her brother and dad. In a split second, Donna felt her heart squeeze as she watched Harvey lower his head, kiss the baby gently on top of her head, and whisper with a small smile.
« Sorry, my princess. We didn’t mean to startle you »
Still stroking the baby’s little back while she snuggled against him again, Harvey listened to Aston babble about cars and racing in a language surprisingly developed for his age, responding with exaggerated expressions to show he was listening.
« You won »
« I always win »
« Always »
As father and son giggled together — and the baby let out a small squeal as if agreeing — the two boys smiled at her until Donna finally made her presence known, approaching and murmuring softly, though with clear disapproval underneath.
« What’s going on here? »
« Babe! » smiled Harvey.
« Mommy! » gasped Aston.
« Good morning, my loves. What are you doing? »
« We made you breakfast, look I… »
« Don’t change the subject, Harv. What did we decide? I mean, just because I’m sleeping doesn’t mean the rules of this house stop applying »
« Oh come on, it’s not that… serious »
« You broke at least three of our rules. No television except for movie night on Saturday afternoon for this little guy here. No screens under three years old for this young lady. And most importantly, absolutely no encouraging either of our children to want to do Formula One one day — we had a deal »
« Alright, first of all, it’s not really television »
« It’s a screen, Harv. Don’t play with words » Donna smirked.
« I’ll give you that one, okay. But the young lady here isn’t watching screens — she’s comfortably snuggled against daddy, far away from all those lights that could damage her beautiful little eyes and her delicate little brain. And as for encouraging… I’m not encouraging anyone »
« You better not. Because if one day he wants to do Formula One because of you, I’m divorcing you »
« No you won’t » Harvey snorted.
« Oh really? And why are you so sure, mister? »
« Who’s going to make babies as beautiful as mine, huh? »
« No one — since I said we’re stopping at two »
« First, we’re never going to stop at two and you know it. And then, but no one makes training as hot and exhausting as you do, right? »
« I cannot believe you just said that in front of the children — come on, that’s it for today, we’ve got a big day ahead »
Without waiting, Donna helped Aston climb off his father’s lap while Harvey stood up carefully, their tiny baby still against his chest as the four of them headed toward the dining room. As they all walked together, Donna melted seeing Grace in her little pink pajamas with tiny red hearts, while Ace had taken off his pajama top and was wearing only little underwear — trying to imitate his dad in boxers, just like always. Once seated at the table, Donna settled the children into their chairs while Harvey brought breakfast: heart-shaped pancakes for everyone as he leaned down to kiss his wife tenderly before they began eating, Grace now asleep in her little rocker on the table.
« So? What’s the plan for today, mommy? Are you coming with me or not? » Harvey asked.
« I’m not sure… I have to be on site at six »
« Then come with me and the kids, and from the studios I’ll drop you at the MET. What do you think? »
« That doesn’t bother you? »
« Not at all »
« Alright, let’s do that then »
After exchanging a smile, they turned toward Aston, who was telling a long story about a ball and his friend Benny until they began their day. Like a well-oiled routine, Harvey disappeared into Aston’s room to give him a quick shower and dress him in the outfit Donna had prepared. Meanwhile Donna took her now-awake daughter to her room to get her ready. Half an hour later, Grace was dressed in a soft white and pink set with a matching cardigan — classic and adorable — while Aston wore loose corduroy pants and a beige sweatshirt covered in dancing bears, just as cute as his sister. Once ready, Donna placed Grace on her play mat in the huge dressing room while Harvey grabbed toys for Aston and the two children played quietly while their parents got ready in turns, Aston’s little voice pretending to read a book to his sister.
« Look Grace, it’s a car »
The parents couldn’t help chuckling softly before stepping out of the dressing room, Donna looking at Harvey with admiration while picking up Ace, who wanted a hug.
« Wow… look how handsome daddy is »
« Handsome daddy » Aston smiled.
« Am I, huh? What do you think, my princess? »
Grace didn’t answer — she simply stared at her father with wide eyes that melted the former driver’s heart. Without waiting, he kissed her tiny nose before the family finally left their condo and headed down to the garage. The days of driving an Aston Martin Valhalla everywhere were long gone, now it was an SUV, two car seats in the back, and a children’s playlist playing. Barely fifteen minutes later, Harvey flashed his card to the security guard and entered the building that housed his new workplace — the CBS Broadcast Center in Midtown West.
After parking, each parent took one child and headed up to reception where, unsurprisingly, Donna — and even Aston — were given access badges. After all, since Harvey started working there, he was known for arriving almost every time with his family and after Ace waved hello to everyone they passed, Donna, Harvey, and the two kids entered the former driver’s dressing room as a sign on the door read.
CBS Broadcast Center
Harvey Specter – Sports Analyst
Harvey pushed the door open, dropped Aston’s toy bag on the floor while Donna pulled out her laptop to work. Grace fell asleep against her while the sports analyst took Aston’s hand and brought him into the makeup room, settling him on his lap while getting ready. While father and son chatted, the makeup artist chuckled at the scene, not used to seeing that. Meanwhile Donna joined a video call for work, knowing that the evening ahead would be anything but relaxing.
Then time passed.
Donna worked while Grace rested calmly against her, Aston playing with his toy cars beside her, occasionally calling out to show her a super car before returning to his game. Meanwhile Harvey sat on set like he had always belonged there as his Tom Ford suit was perfectly tailored, his presence electric as always. Giant screens in front of him displayed the paddock, garages, and cars while the guy next to him talked.
« And joining us tonight, six-time world champion, Aston Martin legend, and the man who somehow makes even retirement look intimidating… Harvey Specter »
Harvey inclined his head politely as the host introduced him as soon they were discussing the race that had finished earlier — one Harvey had watched early that morning while his family slept. For a moment, everyone shared their thoughts while Harvey crossed his arms and rolled his eyes — something one colleague noticed immediately.
« You don’t seem to agree, Specter »
« Honestly? It was an interesting race but it’s becoming boring. It’s great if you like watching drivers do the bare minimum. Audi never changes strategy, Racing Bulls might be a little too cautious with their decisions, and McLaren doesn’t seem motivated anymore — it’s like watching a retirement home race »
The panel burst into laughter as Harvey shrugged innocently while one colleague muttered.
« Classic Specter arrogance »
« I’m not arrogant. Just… correct »
For another thirty minutes they debated racing, listening to Harvey speak with precision and professionalism before the show finally wrapped and the ex-pilot immediately returned to his dressing room where he was greeted by the sound of Aston’s tiny footsteps running toward him — followed by Grace’s little squeal of recognition.
« Daddy! »
« Hey, my boy. Were you good with mommy? »
« I play with my cars »
« You did? And who won? »
« Daddy »
Harvey laughed, hugged him tightly, then set him down before taking Grace from Donna’s arms and settling onto the couch, Aston curling up against him too, rolling a toy car along his thigh.
« What about you, my little princess? Were you good with mommy? Did you let her work a little? »
The baby lifted her head to look at him — those same hazel-green doe eyes as her mother and brother as Harvey melted again, kissing her tiny forehead. Then, with both children against him staring up with the same look his wife gave him — the love of his life — he smiled and looked at Donna.
« Ready? »
« Yeah, I just sent one last email. I just need to change »
« Luckily for you, your amazing husband planned everything »
Somehow, in the dressing room there was already a garment cover containing a dress, heels, and a handbag. Donna — still spoiled even after years of marriage — quickly changed, refreshed herself in the small bathroom, and slipped into the black Armani jersey dress that hugged her like a second skin, Harvey squeezing Aston gently and whispering.
« Did you see how beautiful mommy is? »
« Beautiful! »
« The most beautiful mommy on earth… so beautiful that sometimes daddy feels like he’s dreaming »
Donna leaned down, cupped his face, and kissed him tenderly before kissing both children, her heart racing when she looked at the life they had built together.
They had gone from a young woman searching for wild love and a man who believed only in victory… to two young parents deeply in love and happy. But their day wasn’t over. While Harvey had become a TV analyst and Aston Martin ambassador traveling the world, Donna was still an international artistic project director. And tonight she had a major project: Cartier x Modern Arts Gala — an event blending contemporary art, jewelry, and immersive projections.
« What time does it start? » Harvey asked.
« The event starts at eight, so I have two hours to finalize everything »
« Yeah, but you already prepared almost everything, right? And Rach has been there since this morning »
« I know… but you know me » Donna smiled.
Soon they were all back in the SUV, Harvey driving toward the Metropolitan Museum of Art while his hand rested on Donna’s thigh.
« Did you eat anything? »
« I’ll grab something there »
« I’ll send you sushi then »
Donna leaned over and kissed his cheek, whispering how perfect he was as Aston immediately demanded a kiss too, and Donna twisted around to kiss his outstretched hand, earning an adorable grin. Fifteen minutes later Harvey stopped in front of the MET, turning around to look at Donna and smiling.
« Hey. It’s going to be amazing, alright? You’re the best at your job »
« It’s Cartier »
« And you’re Donna Paulsen-Specter. Come on, kiss me — you’re going to be late »
« You’re right »
She leaned in and kissed him — far too intensely for a goodbye in front of their kids — and then she kissed both children and whispered how much she loved them. With one last look at Harvey, she stepped out of the car and disappeared inside the museum as the ex-pilot Harvey toward the back seat and smiled.
« What about playing at Central Park? »
« Yeah! »
« Alright, let’s go then »
Soon he parked near the park, strapped Grace into a baby carrier — his favorite way to carry his kids — and took Aston’s hand as the three of them headed toward a playground. Harvey sat on a bench, watching Aston run and chatter with other kids while gently kissing Grace’s head and with a quiet smile, he realized just how much life had changed.
Before, Harvey had lived for speed — for adrenaline, for that dangerous thrill that made his heart beat harder than anything else. He had believed victory was a way to prove he was in control, that success filled the empty spaces, that the world’s admiration for his fame would quiet the demons he carried. He had searched for affection in trophies, in applause, in that intoxicating feeling of being untouchable. But today, everything had changed. It was no longer the roar of an engine that brought him to life — it was Aston’s laughter echoing through the living room, the light weight of his daughter against his chest, the way Donna looked at him and loved him exactly as he was.
And he finally understood that the greatest victory he had ever won… was them.
Lost in his thoughts, he watched Ace running toward him, his little legs moving as fast as they could, his body wobbling slightly before collapsing onto his father’s knees as Harvey chuckled, sliding his fingers through his blond hair and murmuring softly.
« Is everything alright, my boy? »
« I play a lot »
« And you’re tired? »
« A little, but no bed »
« No bed, alright… What about we go home and cuddle, the three of us? Just rest our eyes… »
« Gracie is tired too? »
« A bit, yeah. Look »
Without waiting, Harvey lifted Aston so he could stand on the bench as the little boy leaned over his sister, gently brushing her cheek and whispering softly.
« Are you tired, sisi? »
In response, the baby blinked slowly and gave her brother a tiny smile as Aston burst into a delighted giggle, quickly turning to his father with excitement.
« She smiled at me! »
« She did, because she loves you very much » Harvey said warmly.
« I love her very much too »
Hearing those words, Harvey immediately pulled him into a hug, deeply touched that all the preparation before Grace’s arrival had worked as Aston had become an incredible big brother — devoted and incredibly gentle with the baby.
At the MET, Donna was completely in her element — heels clicking sharply against the marble floor, a discreet earpiece in her ear, tablet in hand, a look that could move an entire team in seconds. In front of her, the Cartier exhibition glittered everywhere — contemporary art and fine jewelry glowing beneath bright spotlights. Donna practically ran from one end of the gallery to the other, firing instructions at every technician and assistant who crossed her path.
Meanwhile, a few blocks away, Harvey was managing a very different kind of gala. In their condo, Aston was happily splashing water everywhere in the bathroom while Harvey attempted — unsuccessfully — to stay dry, occasionally glancing toward Grace in her bouncing seat, completely fascinated by her toy bar.
« My boy, this is a bath, not the Olympics »
Aston burst into laughter, splashing even more water onto his father while Grace protested from her seat — already tired and already determined to make herself heard. Without hesitation, Harvey lifted Aston out of the bath, prepared Grace’s little tub, and let Aston help with the process — carefully brushing his sister’s strawberry blonde hair with the baby brush. Nearly half an hour later, Harvey had somehow managed to put two sets of pajamas on, serve a somewhat balanced dinner, give a bottle, and tell a completely improvised story about a race driver and a dinosaur. He was holding it together. He was managing. But he wished she were there — because she handled their home unbelievably well.
Later that night, in the dim light of the master bedroom, Aston was fighting sleep like it was a matter of honor.
« Daddy… one more story »
« Ace, you’ve had four »
« More. Please »
Harvey sighed, a tender smile at the corner of his lips as he muttered.
« You get your negotiation skills from your mother »
Grace, lying on the other side of Harvey, was doing exactly the same thing — heavy eyelids, exhaustion written across her tiny face, yet refusing to give in to sleep. Still, Harvey held the line, reading a fifth story to his children, a wave of calm and happiness washing over him as meanwhile, across Manhattan, Donna finally paused when an assistant approached her.
« Donna… your husband ordered sushi for the staff »
« Of course he did »
Smiling, she allowed herself two minutes — just two. She grabbed a sushi box, stepped aside into a quiet corner, took out her phone, and launched FaceTime as the screen revealed Harvey, hair messy, Grace against his chest, and Aston sitting upright in bed like a tiny soldier refusing to surrender, Donna bursting into soft laughter.
« Oh my God… »
« Your children have declared war on sleep »
« Mommy! »
« Hi, baby… oh sweetheart, you should be asleep now »
« No »
« See? Tiny Specter. Stubborn as hell » Harvey snorted.
Donna placed a hand over her heart, suddenly emotional as she moaned.
« I miss you three… »
« Hey, we miss you too. Go be brilliant. We’ll survive, don’t worry »
« I love you »
« Love you too, babe »
For a moment — just a moment — everything slowed, then Donna took a breath, ready to dive back into the chaos.
« I’ll be home soon »
« We’ll be waiting »
After a few seconds, she hung up, smiling at her phone background: a photo of Harvey asleep with Aston and Grace in his arms.
The evening continued at its relentless pace — speeches, camera flashes, champagne glasses, carefully measured smiles. She moved from collector to journalist, from a nervous artist to an overly enthusiastic Cartier representative, holding everything together with steady authority — even as her feet began begging for mercy. She shone, of course. That was why she had already become a director at such a young age, but in a corner of her mind, something else lived. A quiet bedroom filled with soft breathing. Tiny pajamas. A little boy still negotiating for one more story. A baby girl fussing when she wasn’t being held.
Back at home, Harvey had eventually succeeded in getting Aston to fall asleep — though not without a fight. The little boy had drifted off in the middle of their bed, one hand gripping his father’s sleeve as if falling asleep meant losing him as Harvey watched him for a long moment, tender and exhausted. Then he turned toward Grace — who had decided midnight was the perfect time to be awake as she squirmed in his arms, softly protesting, eyes wide open. He tried everything — bottle, lullaby, rocking — but nothing worked. Finally, he placed her in her car seat, grabbed his keys, lifted Aston — still asleep — and headed down to the underground parking. Because he knew one absurd truth: Grace fell asleep much more easily in the car, very much her father’s daughter.
Around twelve-thirty, Donna’s phone vibrated.
You done soon?
Donna smiled despite the exhaustion.
Walking out now. Don’t do anything stupid.
Too late. I’m already outside.
She frowned, intrigued as moments later, when she stepped out of the event, the cool Manhattan air hitting her face, she saw him. Harvey, in a dark sweatshirt, leaning against their large SUV, a bouquet of roses in his hand while in the back seat, Grace’s car seat — finally asleep — and Aston beside her under a blanket, completely unaware of the world. For a second, it felt like stepping back in time, years ago, Harvey in a suit leaning against a sports car, that look in his eyes that said I want more than you think is possible. Except now…
It wasn’t a luxury sports car. It was a family SUV.
It wasn’t a seductive night out. It was a night of parental survival and logistics.
But one thing hadn’t changed. It was still him.
Donna walked toward him, her heart tight as she whispered.
« Honey… you didn’t have to come. I could’ve taken an Uber »
« Babe, I’m not letting my wife take an Uber at one in the morning »
« And the kids? » she whispered, glancing inside the car.
« Aston’s out. Grace… only sleeps in the car. Definitely her father’s daughter »
« Oh my God… that’s true »
Chuckling, she took the flowers, inhaled their scent, her eyes shining as she muttered.
« You’re ridiculous »
« I’m romantic »
« In sweatpants »
« It’s one in the morning »
She leaned forward and kissed him — a long, soft kiss, a silent thank you for everything he was.
« I missed you »
« I missed you more. Come on, let’s go home… and I brought you more comfortable shoes »
She slipped into the car, glanced back at their sleeping children, her heart melting as she swapped her heels for sneakers before moving back toward Harvey.
« You know you just did exactly the same thing you did five years ago »
« Yeah » Harvey chuckled.
« Except this time… »
« I got the girl… and the babies too »
With one last smile, Harvey started the car and drove them home as later, in the quiet of their bathroom near two in the morning, hot water fell steadily across the tiles of their walk-in shower. For a moment, Donna stood under the stream, shoulders finally relaxing after a day that had been too long, too bright, too crowded, then she felt the door open.
« Harv? »
No answer — just his presence. Then he stepped under the water with her as she laughed softly.
« Really? You couldn’t let me have five minutes? »
« I tried. I lasted three »
« You’re impossible »
« You married me »
He moved closer, hands resting gently on her waist, his lips on her neck as he whispered.
« Today hit me »
« The expo? »
« Everything »
He exhaled quietly.
« If you’d asked me five years ago what my life would look like… I would’ve said trophies. Noise. Planes. Championships »
« Speed » Donna whispered.
« Yeah. Speed too »
« And instead? »
« Instead it’s bath time. Sushi orders. A daughter who only sleeps in the car. A son who negotiates bedtime like a lawyer »
« Aston is definitely going to cause us trouble » Donna snorted.
« Definitely » Harvey laughed.
Then he grew serious.
« And you… »
« Me? »
« You were glowing tonight. Running the whole world like it was your personal stage »
« It was just work »
« No. It was you »
He held her face in his hands.
« We did it, Donna »
« Did what? »
« We found a way… to exist in each other’s worlds without losing ourselves »
Donna watched him quietly, water running down their shoulders as she whispered.
« You know… I used to dream about stability »
« With me? Bold choice »
She lightly smacked his chest.
« Shut up »
« Sorry. What were you saying? »
« It’s just… I dreamed about a marriage that felt like home. About love that didn’t run away. About building something real. And you gave me that »
« Donna… »
« You did, Harv »
Silence settled between them, then Harvey whispered.
« And you saved me »
« You deserved it all, honey »
They stayed there under the warm water as if time had stopped.
« I love you » Donna murmured.
« And I love you more than anything »
They kissed softly.
Deep down, they both knew, they had found each other, against expectations, against every prediction. They had built a life neither of them had dared to hope for years earlier as nothing about them was ordinary. Donna — young and already leading massive international projects and Harvey — former world champion, a legend in a sport measured in seconds. People could have reduced them to a cliché, but the truth was simpler.
They weren’t two celebrities.
They weren’t a perfect couple meant to be idolized.
Just two young people who had found the right person at the right time — and kept choosing each other.
And deep down, Harvey knew.
He had won championships.
But the most beautiful race of his life had only just begun.