Dad harvey 🤍
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Morning light spilled across the kitchen in soft gold, catching on the edge of Harvey’s charcoal suit vest as he sat perched on the barstool like he belonged there less as a lawyer and more as a man temporarily defeated by a six-month-old.
His jacket was long gone—draped somewhere over a chair in the living room. His tie was loosened just enough to say he’d tried, and failed, to maintain control of his morning.
Lilly was in his lap.
Completely delighted about it.
Harvey kept one arm securely around her middle while the other attempted, very seriously, to review case files spread across the counter. Every time he turned a page, Lilly immediately reached for it like she had personal objections to the entire justice system.
“No,” he said gently as she grabbed the corner of a document.
She squealed.
“That’s evidence,” he added, as if she cared.
She responded by smacking the paper with both hands.
Harvey exhaled through his nose, fighting a smile.
“You’re not helping my case.”
Lilly blinked up at him, then tried to eat the edge of a sticky note.
“Also not helping.”
He adjusted her slightly higher on his lap, instinctively steadying her with a hand that never once felt unsure, even if everything else clearly was. Despite the chaos, he didn’t look annoyed—just mildly outnumbered.
That was when you walked out.
Hair half-done, getting-ready energy still in motion, you paused in the doorway and took in the scene: Harvey Specter, in a perfectly tailored vest and dress shirt, looking like he belonged in a boardroom… currently losing a battle to drool and determination.
“You look busy,” you said, smiling.
Harvey glanced up immediately.
The shift was subtle, but unmistakable—like the rest of the world dimmed a little when he saw you.
“I am,” he said. “I’ve got a client who refuses to respect boundaries, keeps tampering with evidence, and has no regard for legal procedure.”
Lilly chose that exact moment to successfully grab a pen off the counter.
Harvey sighed.
“She’s also apparently very proud of herself.”
You walked over, leaning beside him, brushing a soft kiss against his cheek.
That alone softened his entire expression.
Then you kissed Lilly’s head, and she lit up like she’d just won something important.
Harvey watched both of you for a moment, something warm settling in his eyes that he never really tried to hide with you anymore.
“You’re enabling her,” he said quietly.
“You’re enjoying this,” you corrected.
He didn’t deny it.
Instead, he shifted slightly and tugged you closer by your waist as you stood beside him. It was casual, effortless—like it belonged there as much as the morning light did.
Lilly immediately reached for your hand, wrapping her tiny fingers around one of yours.
You leaned into him, resting your shoulder against his vest, feeling the steady warmth of him even in the middle of the chaos.
For a moment, he didn’t look like the man who ran a firm or won impossible cases.
He just looked like yours.
His hand stayed on your waist, thumb brushing lightly—an absent, affectionate habit he didn’t even seem aware of anymore. Like he couldn’t not be touching you when you were this close.
Lilly made a small happy noise and tried to grab Harvey’s tie again.
He caught her hand before she could.
“Absolutely not,” he said, but there was no real force behind it.
You smiled up at him.
“You’re soft in the mornings.”
“I’m strategic.”
“You’re soft.”
He finally looked at you properly then, something quieter and more personal settling in his expression.
“…Only with you,” he said.
And for a second, even Lilly paused—like she could feel the difference in the air when he said it.
You leaned up and kissed him again, slower this time, and his hand tightened slightly at your waist like it was instinct, like it was home.
From the barstool, Lilly squealed again, dropping the pen triumphantly onto the counter.
Harvey glanced down at her.
“Don’t celebrate yet,” he told her. “You’re still losing.”
And then, because he can’t help himself, he presses a quick kiss to your forehead, still holding everything he actually cares about right there in his arms.
