Mike is deeply engrossed in his book when Harvey comes home, but when he hears the front door open and close he tears himself away, waiting for Harvey to make it down to the bedroom.
A few moments later Harvey does, dropping his briefcase by the floor and grunting a greeting at Mike before disappearing into their walk-in.
“Hi honey, welcome home, did you have a good day?” Mike says, voice a combination of sarcasm and saccharine, because Harvey has obviously had a crap day (if the grunt wasn’t a big enough give away Mike can only recall a handful of times since they got together when Harvey didn’t immediately cross the room to wherever Mike was to kiss him hello).
There’s another grunt from the depths of the walk-in and the sound of rustling clothes, and Mike decides to let him be until he’s ready. He finishes the paragraph he was reading before putting his book onto the bedside table, waiting for Harvey to emerge. Which he does not long later, walking into the bedroom in his favourite sleep pants and a worn Harvard tee, looking wrecked as he crawls across the bed to place a soft and lingering kiss on Mike’s lips.
“Are you okay?” Mike asks, soft and concerned, and Harvey nods before kissing him once more. Then he collapses onto the bed, head resting on Mike’s thigh.
“Tell me,” Mike says, running a hand through Harvey’s hair.
“Louis fucked up,” Harvey replies.
Ah, enough said. Louis was meant to get the co-worker of Harvey’s client to corroborate their testimony and the only reason Harvey didn’t do it himself was because he was too deep in pre-trial prep with his client.
“They aren’t going to testify?” Mike asks, already knowing the answer.
“Got it in one.”
“You’ll fix it. You always do.”
“Maybe. Point is, I shouldn’t have to. Louis is a fucking Senior Partner and if he can’t get this one thing right then what is the point of having him around in the first place?”
Mike doesn’t say anything – lord knows he isn’t going to defend Louis, but he doesn’t want to get Harvey even more worked up either – so he just keeps running his fingers through Harvey’s hair in a soothing motion.
“I’ve got something that might cheer you up, if you’re interested.”
“I’m always interested in that,” Harvey says, wriggling his eyebrows with a grin.
Mike laughs. “Not that. Although we could definitely table that for later. Come on, sit up.”
Harvey does, and once he’s settled in the middle of the mattress Mike reaches down beside the bed and pulls today’s purchases from their bag, placing them in a neat pile in front of Harvey.
“I went shopping for Emmett’s birthday present today,” Mike says with a grin.
Harvey looks down at the pile of clothes, picking up the first one. It’s a pair of blue jeans, but when he unfolds them he discovers that they come with suspenders.
“No,” Harvey says, putting them aside. “Emmett isn’t even one yet, he’s far too young to be a hipster and I won’t allow it.”
Mike laughs, not only because Harvey’s reaction was exactly what Mike was expecting, but because they both know that when it comes to Emmett he’s all bark and no bite and when Harvey sees how adorable Emmett looks in them he’ll change his mind.
“Well I did have to go all the way to Brooklyn to get them. I don’t know if you know this, but it’s actually illegal to leave Brooklyn without purchasing something incredibly hipster. True story.”
Harvey just gives Mike an indulgent smile before moving on to the next item. It’s a grey marle cardigan, and Harvey looks at it approvingly.
“Okay this is much better,” he says, running his fingers along the soft fabric.
“Thought you might like that one, since it’s basically the kid version of your favorite cardigan.”
Harvey looks at him as if to say I’m gonna let that pass as he puts the cardigan aside and moves on to the last item, picking up and unfolding the striped shortalls so he can see them properly.
“Cute,” Harvey says.
“And you’re missing the best part,” Mike says, a grin fit to break his face lighting his features. At Harvey’s raised eyebrows Mike says, “Check the label.”
Harvey does so and when he sees it he lets out a knowing chuckle. “OshKosh B’gosh,” he grins.
“I couldn’t find any pinstripe so this was the next best thing,” Mike says, and even though he knows Harvey doesn’t have his memory he also knows that he remembers everything from that night as well as he does.
“They’re perfect,” Harvey says softly, carefully folding the jeans, cardigan and shortalls and putting them aside before leaning forward and kissing Mike, a sweet kiss that makes Mike’s heart melt.
“Feel better?” Mike asks when Harvey finally pulls away.
“Yes. Thank you.”
“And don’t worry about the trial. You’ll be fine. Play the man, remember?”
Harvey grins. “I remember. It got me you, didn’t it?”
Mike can’t help but laugh at that. “You think you got me to fall in love with you by playing me? Harvey, you got me to fall in love with you because you didn’t play me. Because you let me in and let me see the real you.”
“Such a romantic.”
“And so are you. Which I know. Because you let me see the real you.”
Harvey is chuckling when he kisses Mike, and Mike eases back onto the bed, bringing Harvey down with me. Alas, just as soon as Mike has gotten his hands under Harvey’s tee they are interrupted by Emmett’s cries. Normally they wouldn’t go running at the first cry, but Emmett’s been sick this week and really needs immediate attention. Mike lets out a soft noise of disappointment, and Harvey laughs, kissing Mike once more before saying, “I’ll go,” and getting off the bed. As he walks across the room to the door he points back at Mike and says, “Don’t go anywhere.”
Mike smiles fondly at him. “Never.”
