You’re a reflection of me and I absolutely care about me.
It’s been ten months since Jessica fired Mike.
Eight and a half months since Harvey came to his senses and asked Mike out for dinner.
Just shy of five months since Harvey cleared out space in his closet and a drawer in the bathroom for Mike.
Three months since Mike moved in officially and gave up his Brooklyn apartment for good.
Three weeks since they got married.
Marcus was surprised when Harvey called and asked him to be his best man, cautious. But he flew in from California on short notice anyway, grinning when Harvey and Mike met him at the airport. Harvey gets it - the issue for Marcus wasn’t Mike, it was Harvey getting married at all, something he once swore to his brother he’d only do once during a late night, vodka-induced call his senior year of college.
Thing was, no matter how much alcohol he’d consumed, Harvey had meant every word of it then, and he means it now. Marcus only had cause for concern because he didn’t know Mike. So Harvey went off to work a few days before the wedding, and left Marcus and Mike to spend the day together.
Harvey came home that night to Mike and Mike’s newest, biggest fan. And pizza with cheese in the crust.
It’s all easier than Harvey ever thought it could be. Mike fits - in his life, in his family - like he should have been there all along. And he’s so much happier, now that there’s no secret hovering above them constantly.
And happy is exactly how Harvey would like to keep him.
Harvey looks across the table at Mike, sipping from his orange juice, eyes focused down the street as he watches some street artists from behind Harvey’s Wayfarers. It’s still fairly early on a Sunday, and they sit at a table outside this new restaurant in Brooklyn Mike wanted to try, eggs benedict in front of Harvey, waffles in front of Mike.
On impulse, Harvey picks up his phone and snaps a shot of Mike.
Mike turns to him, grins, lifts the sunglasses to sit on top of his head.
"You’re so goddamn beautiful."
Mike blushes. He’s still getting used to that, to Harvey’s overt, public appreciation, the same way he’s still getting used to having a family again, to having money. Every time they go out, Mike’s eyes still search for the cheapest prices on the menu. Still, Harvey has a lifetime to get him there. He can be patient.
Mike leans forward, reaches out and uses his fork to grab a bite of Harvey’s food, grinning at him as he chews.
Happy looks good on him.
'Tis the season to read Marvey! Or something like that…
A collection of 40 stories about Harvey and Mike, full of fluff, hot chocolate, snow, Christmas feelings, warm embraces and love! Enjoy!
"I’ve been doing this since before I met you, and I’ll be doing it long after I’ve forgotten all about you."
The day Mike was promoted to Junior Partner, a party was thrown in his honor. The Senior Partners called it long deserved – a credit to his excellent work – the other Junior Partners welcomed him into their ranks, and the associates put on congratulatory smiles while they privately simmered in barely-contained jealousy. Paralegals mixed with partners, assistants mixed with associates, and Harvey Specter strode across the room, wrapped his hand around Mike’s neck, and pulled their mouths together, effectively outing them to a stunned Pearson Hardman.
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