marvey boy dads au or more like hcs in the beautiful landscape of uhhh my own head
at the beginning having kids was something neither of them had in mind, obvi, re: crazy top dog lawyers lifestyle and childhood trauma and relationship trauma and and and. you get the gist.
but once they tied the knot it kinda just. popped into their heads. and lingered. never went away.
donna sealed it by having the cutest babygirl, lia, right after getting hitched to anthony - a sentimental artist that managed to win harvey and mike over after 2 dinners and an intense poker night.
they were the first people to hold lia after her parents and when mike had her in his arm - tiny, tiny, precious lia - harvey met his eyes right over lia’s fiery red strands in one startling moment. and just like that, like most things mike-and-harvey, they knew.
after careful considerations and about a thousand of mike’s obsessive overnight researches, they decided to go with surrogacy.
as safety measures, they both tried with different surrogates at the same time, and because their children are both biological overachievers by default (a surprise to absolutely noone), nine months later they welcomed to the family two little boys: august and, two weeks slower and fashionably late just like harvey, nicolas.
august was the tiniest baby ever, all limbs, sharp blue eyes, and my god, he was LOUD. came out of the womb swinging and wailing and only quietened down once harvey, hasty and heartburned in a way he never knew he was capable of feeling, almost snatched august out of the poor nurse’s arm and held him. tight tight tight. whispering, eyes straining on defiant blue eyes that met his right back: daddy’s here. daddy’s got you.
mike’s hands were too shaky so he had to wait like 15 minutes.
harvey courteously did not mention the way his eyes were redrimmed the whole time.
nicolas decided to arrive so suddenly, and harvey and mike were both at the office at the time, heads burried under two tonnes of contracts. they almost caused a felony getting there as quickly as possible.
nicolas, born with a head full of chestnut hair, was a born charmer who got the whole ward and moms and jessica and donna wrapped around his chubby finger in under 2 seconds.
this time, it was mike’s turn to pretend that harvey didn’t burst into tears the moment he saw his own mini clone, and then proceeded to sob quietly for the next 35 minutes.
he knew how it must have felt to harvey, his harvey, the harvey who spent all his life polishing his armor, not letting anyone in, not allowing a sliver of emotion nor weakness. the harvey who, for years and years before mike and even after he’s already been there - wrenched into harvey’s life so unapologetically deep and never let go - found it hard to believe still that he had mike in his corner, had someone he could call home without fear of losing. without fear of loving so much it cracked him right open, brand new.
jessica, of course, got the godmother honor.
donna had a gazillion of footage of lia toddling around the babies, babbling baby chats and gently grasping their little fists and them three giggling, getting on like they have known each other in their previous life.
rachel sent in a fancy set of twins tuxedo pjs and a congratulation card from london. mike sent her back a thanking video, in which harvey hold the kiddos up like little simbas, wearing the pjs and all 4 of them grinning dorkily into the camera. rachel replayed the video until the phone got hot in her palm.
louis offered to gift each of the boys a castle somewhere in italy, which were the only gifts he deemed “fitting for the two princes”, much to mike’s horror. harvey cackled the whole time mike berating louis.
he ended up getting the boys their first stuff toys: two calico cats with matching color patterns. neither could sleep well without the cats next to them, about which louis never missed out on chance to brag with everyone.
harvey and mike’s first round of celebratory tired parents sex came after they have all been home for a week. one day he walked into the living room and caught harvey sleeping shirtless on the couch, with the two little bubs snuggling onto his chest. all 3 of them safe and peaceful and happy and so so full of love, snoring away without a care in the world - waiting for him to come home, secure in knowing he will always come home to them. of course he snapped. he walked over, lifting the boys from a bleary eyed harvey, carefully settling them into their room down the hall, came back and kissed the “you are back” quiet from harvey’s lips.
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