“Wow,” Mike breathed as he entered Harvey’s office to be faced with the biggest vase of flowers he had ever seen.
Harvey was frowning at the monstrosity until he realised there was a card lying amongst the petals. He reached out and pulled the card from the crisp envelope, silently reading the card before handing it over to Mike.
With a furrowed brow Mike looked down at the small card.
Next time you secretly marry in Atlantic City, don’t drunk dial me at 3am and leave me a garbled voicemail about how ‘fucking happy’ you are. Telling people kinda renders the secret part moot. But I’m really happy for you two. Congrats. Love, Donna.
Harvey was still staring at the flowers. Mike reached over and took his hand, gripping tight. Harvey briefly returned the pressure before they let their hands drop.
Mike looked over his shoulder to make sure the coast was clear before leaning in and whispering, “I love you. And we’ll get her back.”