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♰ THINKING ABOUT dad!harvey specter.

notes: harvey is oh so special to me; he has been for the longest time. i'm a girldad!harvey truther and i will die on this hill !!

˖ ۫　♱ dad!harvey who can never really say ‘no’ to his kids. he tries so hard to stand firm, but one pout and suddenly he’s buying ice cream at nine o’clock on a school night like it was his idea all along.

˖ ۫　♱ dad!harvey who wears the little beaded bracelets his daughters make him straight into court without caring who notices. there’s something oddly terrifying about harvey specter destroying someone in litigation while wearing neon beads spelling “#1 dad.”

˖ ۫　♱ dad!harvey who is always the loudest parent at his son’s sports games. suit jacket abandoned somewhere on the bleachers, yelling encouragement like his kid just made the winning shot in the NBA finals.

˖ ۫　♱ dad!harvey who lingers in the kids’ bedrooms far too long after bedtime because he hates missing parts of their day. every night turns into “five more minutes,” until you have to practically drag him back downstairs.

˖ ۫　♱ dad!harvey who secretly learned how to braid hair after his daughter complained he only knew ponytails. he acted casual about it afterwards, but looked unbearably smug the first time she asked him to do it again.

˖ ۫　♱ dad!harvey who keeps every crayon drawing his kids ever made tucked into his office desk. clients expecting intimidating corporate lawyer harvey instead find poorly drawn stick figures labelled “my daddy.”

˖ ۫　♱ dad!harvey who swears he hates animated movies, yet somehow gets more emotionally invested than the kids do. absolutely denies tearing up every single time.

˖ ۫　♱ dad!harvey who gets ridiculously proud whenever his kids copy his habits. the first time one of them points dramatically during an argument, he has to hide his grin behind his coffee cup.

“So,” Louis said, lowering his voice dramatically, “I have to ask. Is Harvey actually as good in bed as he thinks he is?”

You nearly choked on your coffee. “Louis—”

“No, no, this is important,” he insisted. “Because the confidence level is astronomical. The man walks around like he invented sex.”

"Louis, I am not having 'girl talk' with you about my boyfriend's performance in bed," you stammered, a mix of sheer amusement and horror washing over you.

"Oh, please, we're practically sisters!" Louis scoffed, leaning in closer. "I just need to know if the Specter mythos holds up."

You smirked into your cup. “Fine. Unfortunately for your ego… he kind of lives up to the hype.”

Louis slapped the counter like he’d just lost a bet with himself. “Unbelievable."

“And weirdly personal for you to care this much,” you teased.

“I care because I work with him every day! Do you know how insufferable this makes him?”

A familiar voice cut in from the doorway. “Good to know I’m still the standard around here.”

You turned to see Harvey Specter standing there in a perfectly tailored suit, one hand in his pocket, wearing that smug grin that usually meant trouble.

Louis groaned immediately. Harvey ignored him completely as he crossed the room toward you. His hand slid around your waist naturally, pulling you against his side while he pressed a quick kiss to your temple.

“You telling Louis about our personal life now?” he murmured teasingly.

“Yeah,” Louis muttered dramatically as he grabbed his mug and headed for the door. "You're perfect at everything. It's upsetting."

pairing: dad!harvey specter x wife!reader + babygirl lilly

𐙚⋆.˚ note: it seems a lot of you liked my last drabble on harvey as a first time dad, so I wrote another one. a little glimpse of what mornings are like now with their daughter.

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Morning light spilled through the windows, catching on the sleeves of Harvey Specter’s white dress shirt as he stood at the island with his three-month-old daughter tucked against his chest.

The baby blinked up at him with wide sleepy eyes.

You walked into the kitchen halfway through putting in an earring, the rhythmic, confident 'clack' of your Christian Louboutins echoing softly against the hardwood. Dressed in a sleek black pencil skirt and a silk cream blouse, your hair fell perfectly over one shoulder, catching the morning light.

Harvey’s eyes flicked up immediately, tracing the sharp line of the skirt down to the heels, lingering there for a second too long before returning to the baby with a slow, appreciative smirk.

“Mommy’s distracting,” he informed his daughter quietly.

You rolled your eyes, moving to go get coffee. “You’re going to make her dramatic.”

“She’s my daughter. That was inevitable.”

Lilly baby made a tiny squeaky sound, and Harvey adjusted her expertly against him without even looking away from the case file open on the counter beside him. One large hand supported her back while the other flipped through highlighted pages.

You leaned against the island, watching the scene in front of you with a softness you still weren’t used to.

Harvey Specter — undefeated closer, terrifying attorney, the man who could reduce CEOs to nervous wrecks — was currently warming a bottle while making kissy faces at a baby.

It was absurdly attractive.

“She spit up on your Tom Ford tie earlier,” you said casually.

Harvey looked down at his daughter. “Did you? That’s cold.”

She answered by grabbing his finger.

“Oh, I’m never making partner again,” he muttered, completely gone already.

You laughed softly into your coffee cup.

The microwave beeped. Harvey tested the bottle against his wrist like he’d been doing it his whole life, then settled onto one of the stools with the baby cradled in his arm.

Harvey looked down at her with this expression he only wore around the two of you — softer around the edges, unguarded, warm enough to make your chest ache.

Then he glanced up at you.

“You staring at me, sweetheart?”

“Maybe.”

“Makes sense.” His mouth curved smugly. “I look good with our baby.

"You walked over, smoothing a hand over his shoulder before kissing the top of your daughter’s head. Harvey tilted his face slightly, silently asking for one too.

“You’re needy this morning.”

“I’m a husband and a father. I’ve earned it.”

You kissed him slowly anyway.

The baby immediately pulled the bottle away and made a tiny offended noise

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