A/N: While writing "Like a Dream" I got the idea to do this little companion to it. It can stand on its own; the only info you need is that Hikaru and Kaoru, now famous fashion designers, are in town, and they invite the host club to dinner, but only Haruhi and Tamaki are able to attend for various reasons. While at dinner, Tamaki notices that Haruhi is acting strange…read on to find out why…
Haruhi Morinozuka picked up her briefcase and prepared to go home and change for dinner. It was the first evening she had left early all week; she had been working late to give herself something to do while Mori and Hunny were training for a martial arts conference next week. Mori was giving a demonstration at the kendo competition, so he had been going to the dojo after work every afternoon for the past week and stayed late every night. She only saw him in the morning when she woke up and he was still asleep. He woke every day just before she left to give her a quick kiss, and then they did not see each other for the rest of the day.
It wasn't always like this, of course. Mori was normally very loving and attentive, and they spent the evenings together, reading or watching television, but every few months a competition would come up, and his afternoon training sessions would last all evening. When that happened, Haruhi worked late to keep herself busy.
She sighed as she entered the house. Only two more days, she reminded herself as she ascended the stairs and made her way to her bedroom and then her closet. She hung her suit on the door for the maid to have dry-cleaned, tossed her shirt into the hamper, and turned to face the wall of dresses. Pushing aside all the ball gowns and lavish party dresses with one hand, she pulled out a short black number with a white sash and spaghetti straps, and held it out. Takashi's favorite, she thought with a smile, slipping it on. She sighed, grabbed her purse, and went out to the waiting car.
She dropped her purse beside her bedroom door and fell onto the bed. Dinner wasn't all bad, but why, why did she have to get sick? And why had she been so hungry? She never ate like that, and now she felt fine. Sighing heavily, she undressed and went to bed.
A few hours later, not even half-conscious, she vaguely felt the bed shift and an arm wrap around her.
The next morning, when she stepped out of the shower, the sickness came again – unexpected and gone immediately after, just like before. She was beginning to feel really frustrated as she went to the closet to get dressed…
…and that's when she saw it: her calendar, hanging on the back of her closet door, with a red circle around a date more than a week earlier…
…no…it couldn't be…but she'd never been more than a day late since high school…
…could she really be…pregnant?
She took a deep breath. Ok. She could handle this. Nothing was definite right now, so there was no need to tell Mori until she knew for certain, and until he was less distracted – the competition was tomorrow. It could wait that long.
She tried, with little success, to put it in the back of her mind during the day so she could work, but today, once again, she did not work late. She left as soon as she was able and bought a test at the drugstore on her way home.
Half an hour later, Haruhi stood in her bathroom, leaning on the sink for support and staring in shock at the positive pregnancy test in her hand.
Motherhood was always something she had considered as a possibility for her future, but she hadn't dreamed of it the way some women did. When she married Mori two years ago, they discussed having children, but decided to wait a while. They hadn't discussed it recently, but here it was. Through the shock, confusion, and lingering suspicion that she was dreaming, Haruhi felt a new emotion overcome her.
Joy stronger than she had ever imagined possible swept through her and brought tears to her eyes. She leaned more of her weight on the sink as a half-choked laugh bubbled up and escaped her lips, and she pressed a hand to her stomach – there was nothing to feel yet, but still, the knowledge that a child was growing inside her left her speechless.
Tomorrow night, after the competition, she would tell Takashi.
She was not surprised to wake alone the next morning; of course he was already awake - probably at the dojo with Hunny.
She got up, dressed, and went to met them at the site of the competition. As she walked through the gate, she heard a very familiar voice shout, "Haru-chan!"
Haruhi turned to see Hunny running toward her and Mori walking more slowly behind him, both smiling. She wobbled slightly as she collided with Hunny, who threw his arms around her. She laughed – he had grown only a few inches since high school, and despite his impending takeover as head of the family, his personality had not changed at all.
"Hello, Hunny," she said as he let her go. "I haven't seen you all week. How are you?"
"I'm great!" he answered, "but we just came to say hi – it's almost time. Right, Takashi?" Mori only nodded. Hunny turned and ran off. "See you later, Haru-chan!" he called over his shoulder.
Mori stepped closer to her and took her hand. He leaned down to kiss her cheek and whispered in her ear, "I'm sorry. I'll make it up to you."
Mori's demonstration went perfectly. Every time she watched her husband compete, Haruhi found herself spellbound by his skill and strength. She noticed the current captain of Ouran's kendo club was there, watching his predecessor in admiration.
After an enjoyable but agonizingly long dinner with Hunny, they finally arrived home. When Mori closed the door behind him, he wasted no time in picking her up and kissing her. Haruhi's hand tangled in his hair and her other arm hooked around his neck.
He pulled away slightly but kept her held close against him. "I've missed you." he whispered with a grin that threatened to make her forget not only her news, but her own name. All these years together and two years of marriage and he still affects me this way, she thought as he kissed her again and began carrying her up the stairs to their bedroom.
He somehow managed to lay her down and lie beside her without breaking the kiss. He continued kissing her for a few moments, until she knew she had to stop it. She tried to pull away, but his arms around her waist resisted this movement. She pushed on his chest and mumbled against his lips, "Takashi, wait! I…I have something to tell you."
He sighed and released her lips, slightly relaxing his hold on her waist. She chuckled at the impatience in that sigh.
He managed a smile that appeared interested in what she had to say – whether he really was or not. She took a deep breath.
"Takashi," she began, and then she looked down. "I'm…" She hesitated, and he turned her face up to look at him again and inclined his head toward her in encouragement.
Mori stared at her for a moment and blinked so slowly it looked almost as though he had purposely closed his eyes and opened them again.
Haruhi nodded. "I've been having random sickness spells, and I was supposed to start my period over a week ago, so I took the test yesterday afternoon – and it was positive."
Mori was looking over her head, apparently deep in thought. Unable to read his expression, she asked hesitantly, "Takashi?"
She wasn't prepared for the reaction that followed. The arms loosely wrapped around her waist tightened suddenly, and he pulled her to him, kissing her more earnestly than before, and he whispered against her lips, "I love you."
She laughed, relieved. "So I assume this means you're happy?" she asked.
He paused and rested his forehead against hers just long enough to murmur, "Yes. You have no idea."
With that, he resumed his earlier actions, and this time, Haruhi did not protest.
A while later they lay side by side, entirely spent. Haruhi ran her fingers through Mori's hair while he traced indistinct patterns on her stomach.
"How should we tell everyone?" he asked quietly.
"Well," she said, "I thought we would visit my dad and your family first, and then Hunny; and after that we could just call Tamaki and Kyouya and the twins.
"And Mitsukuni will be godfather…" It wasn't really a question, but he seemed to be waiting for her agreement.
"Of course," she laughed. "I wouldn't have considered anyone else."
He smiled at her. "Names?" he questioned.
She thought for a moment. "I have a few names I like for a girl... and a for a boy…I thought we could name him after someone…"
He looked at her curiously, so she elaborated. "The person responsible for bringing all of us together and allowing us to meet in the first place."
He smiled and they said at the same time, "Tamaki." She nodded, and he responded, "I agree. He'd like that."
"Oh, God," Haruhi laughed, picturing the blond's reaction if she named her son after him. "In any case," she continued, "we have about nine months to figure it out."
"Mm," he agreed, shifting so that one of his arms wrapped around her shoulders, cradling her against him.
Snuggling into her husband's side, Haruhi began to drift off, feeling utterly content. She couldn't imagine a better feeling in the world, but perhaps she would find it in approximately nine months.
A/N: So…? What do you think? Please review, and let me know. The next chapter should be up Friday afternoon or Saturday…but then again this was supposed to be up on Monday…but I'll try to make sure I get it. This will be a two-shot, so make sure you put on alert if you want to read the next chapter! I'll post it as soon as I can. Also, if you're a fan of Kyouya/Tamaki, please head over to my profile and check out "Like a Dream."