Love thy neighbor [Epilogue]
Title: Love thy neighbor
Pairing: Harvey Specter/Mike Ross
Rating: PG-13
Word count: 3,627
Disclaimer: I do not own any of the characters.
Warning: none
Summary: Harvey gets shot in the ass by Cupid.
Author’s note: Originally written for suits_meme. The prompt was ‘Harvey gets shot in the ass by Cupid and falls in love with the first person he locks eyes with; Mike Ross.’
The day when Harvey and Mike started a family…
Mike was reading yet another book on child rearing when Harvey walked out of the bedroom. “How do I look?”
Mike looked up and took in the sight of Harvey wearing one of his best suits. He held up his thumb and beamed. “Just like a rich dad who’s going to bring his son home.”
“Perfect. You’re sure you don’t want to come with me? It could be less awkward with you around. He’s already known you for almost a year.”
“Nah, I’d rather wait till you come home with him. I think you and Jamie could use some bonding time without me. Like you said, he already knows me but he doesn’t know much about you.”
“Well, just remember that I offered you a chance. Don’t cry tonight when he picks me as his favorite dad.”
“Pfft, that’s not going to happen but I guess a man can dream.”
Harvey lightly smacked the back of Mike’s head and grabbed his keys from the coffee table. “Wish me luck!”
While he drove to the orphanage, Harvey reminisced about everything that had happened since Mike had told him that he was Mike’s future. Donna had dug up every piece of information about Jamie and it turned out that the kid’s parents had died from drug abuse and that he had no living relatives. That had happened in May, and Mike had asked him to move to a new house together in June. Then Harvey had brought up the subject of adoption which had his puppy tear up with joy. They had visited the orphanage to ask the kid about it and Harvey had never had so much trouble biting back the tears.
Everything had gone very fast from then. They had bought a spacious house and had started the adoption process. Harvey had felt that he should ask Mike to marry him before they got a son, but Mike had told him that he would like to get married when homosexual people could get married anywhere in the States. Then Harvey had included his new son in his will and had informed his parents that he was going to start a family.
‘And, here I am, picking up my boy.’ Harvey mused with excitement as he parked the car.
As soon as he stepped out of the car, he saw the director and the boy sitting on the stairs that led to the building. He had barely taken a step when the boy jumped up and ran towards him. “Dad!”
Harvey felt a lump in his throat. The cute kid with blue eyes had just called him dad. He swallowed the lump, bent down and ruffled the dark, soft hair. “Hey, young man, ready to go home?”
The boy nodded so hard that Harvey was momentarily worried that he would injure his neck. “Okay, let’s give the lovely lady a big hug and get going.”
He didn’t watch the two say their goodbyes and texted Mike instead. He wasn’t planning to be reduced to tears when he wanted to look his best for the kid.
“I’m ready, dad.” Jamie smiled and searched for Harvey’s hand.
Harvey shook hands with the director with his free hand and headed to the car. “Hop in, son. Do you know how to fasten your seatbelt?”
“Of course! I’m seven.”
Harvey pinched the kid’s cheek and carefully closed the door before going around to the other side of the car and getting in. “So do you like burgers?”
“Of course! I’m seven.” Jamie grinned.
“Answering two different questions with the same answer? I’m impressed.” Harvey chuckled.
“Thank you.” Jamie smiled sweetly and for a split second, Harvey saw Mike in him.
“What do you say we get a burger and a Coke on our way home? I’ll tell you a little secret.” Harvey gestured to the kid to come closer.
He whispered in the kid’s ear as if someone might be able to hear their secret, “Your other dad is planning to make you eat super healthy. That means only one burger and a Coke every month!”
Harvey had expected the boy to gasp or pretend to faint but Jamie just blinked his eyes. “Kid?”
“I get to eat a burger and a Coke every month? Awesome!”
That was when Harvey remembered that he was talking to a kid that had spent years in an orphanage.
“What’s wrong, dad? Did I say something wrong? I’m sorry. I don’t want a burger if it’s expensive…” Jamie said in a small voice, looking very worried.
Harvey had to look away for a second because a tear was threatening to make an appearance. Then he cleared his throat and leaned towards the passenger seat to give his son a hug. “Nothing’s wrong. I love you, son.”
“I love you too, dad.”
Feeling the small arms wrapped around his shoulders, Harvey felt as if he could do anything for the boy. “Let’s go eat those burgers then. But first, you’re going to call Mike and let him know that we’re not going straight home, okay?”
“Okay!”
Harvey dialed Mike and handed over the phone. As he started the car and listened to his son talk to the man that he loved, Harvey realized that he had a new family.
The day when Harvey and Mike realized that their boy was a genius…
Harvey had just come into the bedroom after tucking his son into bed when Mike caught his attention with a serious look on his face.
“What’s wrong, sweetheart?” He joined his boyfriend on the bed, leaning back into the pillows.
“We might want to move him to another school, Harvey.”
“Mike, we already send him to the best private school in the city.” Then Harvey got worried. “Is someone bullying him?”
“What? No. I’m sure everybody loves him. Because, seriously… how can you not love him? He’s kind, honest, courageous, smart, witty, athletic, good-looking… Well, you know I could go on till sunrise.” Mike knew that he sounded like a parent who thought that the world revolved around his child, but really, he and Harvey had the perfect son.
“What’s this about then?” Harvey flung his arm around Mike’s shoulders and closed his eyes. It was probably nothing serious. Mike had become the King of Worries ever since they had adopted the kid. It didn’t bother Harvey though; he thought that it was sweet of Mike to care so much for a kid that wasn’t biologically his.
“I think he might need gifted education.”
Harvey’s eyes flew open. “Our boy is a genius? I knew it!”
Mike beamed. It seemed like it wouldn’t need a lot of convincing to talk Harvey into sending Jamie to a school for gifted and talented students. “So do you want to hear what happened?”
“I always want to hear what happened.”
Mike snuggled up to Harvey and rested his head on Harvey’s shoulder. He started by telling his boyfriend about how Jamie had got only one answer wrong in his spelling test. Mike believed that a seven year old student didn’t need to know how to spell ‘mayonnaise’; Jamie had written ‘mayo’ correctly and that would do in the real world. Then Mike moved onto telling him how the boy had found Waldo in the ‘Where’s Waldo?’ books in mere seconds while Harvey was at the gym. Mike closed his defense by explaining how Jamie remembered all the food that he had eaten during the past week.
Harvey listened attentively before agreeing, “Okay, he’s a genius.”
“I know! This is so exciting!” Mike crushed Harvey with his hug.
“I think he got it from me. Sorry, puppy.” Harvey wore a smug look on his face and patted Mike on the back.
“What? That’s absurd! We all know that I’m the genius between the two of us.” Mike’s head shot up from Harvey’s shoulder. This was a matter of DNA pride. He and Harvey often liked to think that they were Jamie’s biological parents in an alternative universe, and this tug of war had been going on for months already.
“I admit you’re a genius, Mike, but that doesn’t mean I’m not a genius. I may not have a photographic memory, but I know how to connect the dots and you know better than anyone what a genius I am in court.”
Mike crossed his arms, clicked his tongue, and shook his head at the same time. In court, he always battled with Harvey but at home, he usually battled against him. It was a nice debate practice for Mike and it turned him on so much that their battles often ended with Mike jumping Harvey in a child-proof place. “He has my pretty blue eyes, Harvey. He obviously got all the awesome things from me.”
“He’s got my luscious, dark hair, Mike. You know, the hair that you can’t stop running your hands in whenever I’m nearby.”
“Pfft, your hair is nice and I like it, but you get completely lost in my eyes. I can always tell.”
“Oh, yeah? Let’s take a look at those eyes then.” Harvey grabbed Mike’s face and looked into the mesmerizing orbs.
“Like what you see?” Mike asked, running his hands in Harvey’s hair.
“Like what you feel?”
“Oh yeah, definitely.”
Mike let out a pleasant groan from the back of his throat and Harvey had to pull him in for a deep kiss. If Mike were to tease him later, he would tell him that he just needed to find the origin of that mysterious sound.
The day when Mike and Jamie camped in the living room…
When Harvey had come back home after having a few drinks with his friends, the first thing that he noticed was that there was a tent in the middle of his living room.
‘Since when did we have a tent?’ Harvey locked the door and heard giggles coming from the tent.
‘Great. Who knew that Harvey Specter would end up with a tent full of giggling blue-eyed creatures?’ He mused as he stomped towards the tent.
“Oh my god, daddy! I think the big, bad bear is out there!”
“I read in a book that we have to be quiet and pretend that we’re dead. Oh, and bears can smell yummy things so I think we have to throw out the marshmallows.”
Harvey was impressed at his boy. Then he heard something non-impressive.
“Marshmallows? But I only had five!”
Harvey rubbed his chin and let out another frustrated roar. Wasn’t Mike supposed to be the responsible one?
“We need to give him the marshmallows, daddy! Stuff as many as you can in your mouth so I can throw them out!”
Harvey grinned wickedly and stomped closer to the tent. A bag half-full of marshmallows flew out of the tent but Harvey wasn’t going to back down.
“I smell something yummy in there.” He growled and shook the tent.
The campers screamed but the bear shook the tent even harder. Then Harvey heard someone unzip the tent and as he took a few steps towards the entrance, he spotted a jar of honey.
‘What? Who do they think I am? Winnie the Pooh? Whose idea was that?! I’m a big, bad bear, not a lazy, obese Pooh!’ Harvey was offended. There was only one way to make himself feel better.
“I smell two yummy boys in there! Fear me, for I’m going to enjoy my meal!” He unzipped the tent and threw himself in it.
“Ahhh!! Daddy! The bear is in!”
“Oh, Jamie! Look at his intimidating fur!”
“Run, daddy, run! Let the world know that I died bravely, fighting the big, bad bear!”
Mike ran out of the tent while Harvey grabbed his son and started to tickle him while making chewing sounds. “Om nom nom…”
Listening to his son play the part of an unfortunate victim of the nature, Mike calmly sat on the floor and ate his marshmallows. ‘Hmm, perhaps he will become the next Brad Pitt. Gosh, why does he have to have so many talents? It’s so hard to choose the right path for him!’
While Mike was preoccupied with his thoughts, picturing Jamie in all kinds of successful scenarios, Harvey had finished his appetizer and had come out of the tent. “Oh, here’s something bigger. I’ll take it to my cave and enjoy it properly.”
Mike looked up at Harvey and before he knew it, he was thrown over the bear’s shoulder. “Harvey!”
“Who’s Harvey? I’m the big, bad bear.” Harvey heard giggles from the dead camper inside the tent.
Harvey moved into the bedroom, carrying Mike on his shoulder and locked the door. This had been fun.
“What are you doing, Harvey?” Mike landed on the bed, still holding onto the bag of marshmallows.
“You didn’t pay attention to what the bear said? I’m going to enjoy you properly.” Harvey’s predatory smile never failed to make Mike blush from face to neck.
“You know this cave is soundproof, right? You can scream for help but nobody’s going to hear you. Oh, and I’ll take those marshmallows. I happen to know the perfect way to use them.” Harvey winked and snatched the bag of marshmallows with one hand while he pinned Mike down with the other. It turned out that the bear didn’t need to roast his meal; it was already glowing in a pretty shade of red.
The day when the family celebrated Christmas Eve…
“Is it done?” Jamie poked his head into the bedroom. He had asked Mike to sew his name on his sock so that Santa Claus would know that he had come to the right house.
“Not yet. What’s your dad doing?” Mike asked, trying not to poke his finger with the needle again.
“He’s on the phone with someone in the book room. It must be a super secret call.” The boy added a dramatic tone at the end.
Mike laughed. Harvey was probably on the phone with Ray who had volunteered to play Santa for Jamie. “So how do you know that Santa’s real? You don’t think those handsome princes who ride white horses and save princesses are real.”
“It’s simple.” Jamie jumped on the bed and put his head on Mike’s shins. “I’ve met Santa when he came to the orphanage. Well, he looked different every year but he gets older so that’s normal. And, he brought me you and dad, so he’s real.”
Mike chuckled. He was almost done with sewing. “And, you haven’t met a prince yet?”
“Nope.” Jamie shook his head.
“Too bad for you! Luckily, I have met a prince.” Mike said as he handed over the sock.
“Really? When?” Jamie’s eyes were filled with curiosity.
“When I met your dad with a bag full of… um, herbs.”
“Dad is a prince? Since when?” Jamie had to admit that Harvey was more handsome than any of the princes in the storybooks, but he had never seen him ride a white horse or save a princess.
“Since he saved me! I was in huge trouble but your dad opened the white door so that I could hide.”
“Ooh, tell me more.”
“I was running away from bad people in this beautiful hotel, protecting the bag of herbs that were going to help sick people.” Mike felt guilty for telling such a lie but he wasn’t going to let his kid know that he had been in possession of a large amount of drugs. “I was running down the stairs like an action star! So fast! Taking two steps at a time!” If he was going to lie, he figured that there would be no harm in adding a few more lies.
“Wooh!” Jamie liked action.
“But those bad guys knew how to run! I thought I was going to get caught! So I looked around if there was anywhere I could hide! Then I brilliantly remembered that there was an interview going on for a law firm!”
Jamie clapped his hands in excitement.
“So I ran into the interview room and that’s how I met Auntie Donna! She winked at someone inside the white doors and told me to go in. I went in and… bam!”
“Dad was there!”
“Yes, he was! Looking so smart and handsome! He hid me until the bad guys went away and well, we’re now here with a beautiful boy like you.” Mike bent down and pressed a kiss on the child’s forehead.
“That’s great! I’m going to be someone’s prince too!”
“Awesome!” Mike was happy that his kid had a good heart.
“Can you sew the word ‘Prince’ in front of my name, daddy? Don’t you think Santa will like to know that I’ll grow up and be a prince?”
“Prince? Uh, but that word has six letters, buddy.” Mike didn’t think that he would have any fingertips left if he took on that challenge.
“Perhaps the original prince can help the new prince with that.” Harvey entered the scene and Mike couldn’t help but realize again that Harvey was indeed his prince.
“You know how to sew?” Mike asked skeptically.
“Of course. I used to be a boy scout. I thought you knew that.” Harvey said as he joined his blue-eyed cuties on the bed.
“Uh, I just thought that was an expression.” Mike handed over the sewing kit as he remembered how Harvey told him that he had been a boy scout whenever he produced a condom and a bottle of lube from seemingly nowhere.
“Watch and learn.” Harvey took the sock and started with ‘P’.
“Ooh, he does it so much better, Daddy.” Jamie exclaimed which made Harvey all smug and Mike all pouty.
“Hey, young man, why don’t you and Mike go make things easier for Santa? You guys still haven’t put those glow-in-the-dark stickers on the floor, right?”
Mike’s face became brighter as he wouldn’t have any problem putting huge arrows on the floor from the door to Jamie’s room. “Come on, Jamie. Let’s help Santa. You can be his prince!”
“Cool!”
The boys ran out of the bedroom and Harvey shook his head. ‘Who says I have one kid? I clearly have two!’
It didn’t take long for him to finish sewing and join his family in the living room.
“I don’t think Ray will have any problem finding his destination.” Harvey chuckled as Jamie walked into his room, out of earshot.
“That’s for sure.” Mike chuckled along and gave Harvey a kiss.
“What was that for?”
“For saving my fingers. God, I cannot sew to save my life.”
“It just takes a little practice, puppy. Tell you what. I’ll let you get some practice tonight.”
“Thanks but no thanks, Harvey. I’d really like to save what’s left of my fingers.”
“Oh, you don’t need your fingers for this type of sewing. You only need your mouth.”
“What do you mean?” Mike could tell that Harvey had a sexy idea.
“I’ll let you sew your name on my chest. Just keep it under the collar, will you?”
Mike couldn’t resist a long moan as he pictured his boyfriend with his name on his chest. He had always thought that Harvey looked wonderful with love bites. “You’re mine, Harvey.”
Harvey smiled. “That’s why I’m letting you do it, sweetheart.”
“Do we really have to wait till the night? It’s only four now!” Mike pressed himself against Harvey and moaned again.
“Mike, be a good boy or Santa won’t give you any presents.” Harvey kissed the tip of Mike’s nose.
“But I don’t want a present! I want you!”
Mike touched a spot on Harvey’s ass and Harvey felt a little light-headed with arousal. Mike smiled at the desired reaction. He had recently discovered that there was a spot on each of Harvey’s cheeks that acted like a ‘turn-on’ button. He had conducted a little experiment by having Jamie poke Harvey in the ass with his toy sword and by accidentally hitting Harvey’s ass with a frying pan, but it seemed as if the trick only worked with his hands.
‘It’s like Cupid shot him in the ass or something.’ Mike grinned as he caressed the spots with both hands while Harvey hung onto his shoulders, biting his lips to stop himself from moaning helplessly.
“In the bedroom. Now.” Harvey growled and Mike gladly yelled at Jamie’s direction that they would be having a secret meeting for a while.
Jamie snorted as he recognized his daddy’s unusually high tone. He had learned that daddy only used that tone when he was about to do naughty things with his dad. Checking if his sock was safely hung on his bed for the tenth time, he decided to ask Santa something else than a bicycle for Christmas. He sat on his desk and started to write an urgent letter to his idol.
Dear Mr. Claus,
How are you doing today? Pumped up for the big night, huh? I know that you already made my wish come true when you gave me two dads and I wrote you that I wanted a bicycle, but now I want something else. I’m sorry! I don’t really need a bicycle but I really need my dads. So can you make them as happy as I am? Can you make them love each other as much as I love them? Thank you very much, Mr. Claus! Merry Christmas!
- Jamie Specter