A/N: It's late, but it's here! So…now that Mori knows…lets find out how their friends react and how things go from there. This story is now complete. Hope you've enjoyed!

Haruhi sat on her sofa with Mori's arm around her shoulders. Hunny sat across from them, looking from one to the other with a confused expression on his face.

"Mitsukuni," Mori began, "we have something to tell you." He looked at Haruhi, who met his eyes briefly and smiled, before turning back to Hunny.

"Hunny," she took a deep breath. "I'm pregnant."

Hunny's eyes widened more than she had ever seen before, and in the next moment he was hugging her tightly and shouting.

"Congratulations, Haru-chan!" he cried. He released her and threw his arms around Mori. "Congratulations to you too, Takashi!" He stepped back and began jumping up and down and punching the air excitedly. "Yay! A baby!" he shouted.

Haruhi laughed and interrupted his excitement. "There's something else…" Hunny abruptly paused and looked at them.

Haruhi turned to Mori and he smiled.

"Mitsukuni," he said, "we would like you to be the baby's godfather."

As she was knocked backward with the force of Hunny's hug, Haruhi felt an odd sense of déjà-vu.


Haruhi winced and held the phone away from her ear, but even at that distance she could still hear Tamaki shouting on the other end of the line.

"Oh, Haruhi! This is so wonderful! I knew it – I just knew it! I could tell at dinner last week – you were positively glowing! Oh! My precious daughter is having a baby!"

Haruhi rolled her eyes but smiled. Tamaki had given up the "precious daughter" thing since they left Ouran, but when he was overly excited, it still slipped out.

She stopped paying attention while Tamaki rambled, but her attention was called back when his babbling was interrupted by a sound of indignation and a brief struggle.

"Kyouya! What are you doing? I'm not done talking to her yet!" Tamaki exclaimed. His voice faded as the phone was removed from his hand, and Kyouya's voice came over the line.

"Congratulations, Haruhi," He said, a smile in his voice. "I'm very happy for you."

"Thank you, Kyouya." She answered.

(Nine months later)

Haruhi released and strangled cry, her face screwed up in effort and pain, clutching Mori's hand tightly.

His expression was strained as well as he squeezed her hand encouragingly and supported her back with the other hand.

She relaxed for a moment. Mori moved her hair off her face and kissed her forehead. "You can do this," he whispered. "Just a little longer."

"Mrs. Morinozuka," the doctor called, "this is it – just one more push."

Haruhi nodded, squeezed Mori's hand, and pushed again. A moment later, the sound of crying filled the room and Haruhi fell back onto the pillows piled behind her as the doctor announced, "A boy," and placed her newborn son in her arms.

As she gazed at her child, Haruhi felt a few tears spill over and didn't bother to wipe them away. This inexplicable, unconditional love for the baby in her arms was the most incredible thing she had ever felt.

One of Mori's hands rested on her shoulder and the other reached down to touch his son's face. Looking up at him, Haruhi saw him smiling gently and even noticed a few tears in his eyes.

She handed the baby to him and felt her heart swell at the wonder in his eyes as he looked at his son.

Quietly, as if reluctant to interrupt the moment, the nurse asked, "Do you have a name chosen?"

Haruhi glanced at Mori, who nodded, and turned back to the nurse. "Tamaki," she answered.

Mori gave him back to Haruhi and went to the door to call Hunny. He returned a moment later to stand beside her again.

"Look at what we created, Takashi," she murmured.

"He's perfect," Mori agreed, "and so are you." He leaned down and kissed her, pouring all the emotion of the moment into that kiss.

He pulled back slowly and whispered, "I love you."

She smiled. "I love you too."

As the sound of Hunny's excited chatter grew louder with the approach of the others, Mori stood up straight again and they both faced the door.


Kyouya sighed, pinching the bridge of his nose. "Tamaki," he said darkly, "if you do not stop pacing and sit still…" he let the threat hang in the air.

Tamaki paused in his worried pacing to stare at him.

"Kyouya!" Tamaki exclaimed, waving his arms frantically. "How can you say that? Haruhi is in labor! How can I not worry about her? And why are you so calm?" His arms fell back to his sides as he finished his rant.

Kyouya sighed again and stood. He placed both his hands on Tamaki's shoulders and looked him in the eye.

"I can't say that I'm not worried about her at all, but she has shown no signs of complications this whole time, and she is under the best care possible. I've had my best doctors working with her for nine months, and I pulled a few strings to get her the most comfortable room in this hospital." he paused to emphasize his point. "She. Will. Be. Fine."

Tamaki sighed and slumped a little. Kyouya removed his hands and moved behind Tamaki to wrap his arms around the blond's waist and set his chin on his shoulder. Tamaki leaned into him, smiling slightly.

A few chairs away, Ranka, who was trying, with much difficulty, to contain his own worry, shook his head and mumbled, "You two…"

Kyouya grinned at him.

Hunny was not nearly as patient. He sat in a chair right by the door of Haruhi's room, swinging his legs anxiously. Suddenly, he heard several voices speaking at once, and over all of it, the sound of crying. He jumped up and listened closely, and soon he heard the doctor's voice announce, "A boy."

A few moments later, the door opened and Mori appeared in the doorway, a weary smile on his face. "Mitsukuni," he said breathlessly, "will you go get everyone else?"

Hunny ran off to the waiting room.

"It's a boy!" he shouted as soon as he was in hearing range of the others. Tamaki broke free of Kyouya's embrace and ran forward, Kyouya and Ranka following at a just slightly slower pace. When Tamaki reached him, Hunny grabbed his hand and pulled him forward, motioning to the others.

When they reached the room, they found Haruhi sitting up in the bed, Mori standing beside her and a beautiful baby boy in her arms.

Hunny approached the bed and stood beside Mori, while Tamaki walked forward a few steps but still hung back a little.

"So," Hunny asked excitedly, "what's his name?"

Mori and Haruhi both smiled. Haruhi looked over Hunny's head at the other blond in the room, who had finally stepped closer, and she answered, "Tamaki."

A few small gasps escaped from the other occupants of the room; Kyouya smiled; and Tamaki seemed rooted to the spot, eyes wide. He blinked and found his voice.

"You – you named him…after me?"

She nodded slowly. "Do you want to hold him?" she offered. This idea surprised him, and his gaze moved from Haruhi to the child she was holding. He nodded and reached out as Haruhi placed the baby in his arms.

Tamaki looked at the boy and saw that he strongly resembled his father, with tan skin and black hair, but the eyes that stared back at him from the tiny face were undeniably Haruhi's.

"He's beautiful," Tamaki whispered.

Kyouya stepped up beside him and added, "He looks a lot like both of you. He has your eyes."

Haruhi smiled. "He does. He looks more like Takashi though, I think."

Hunny interrupted, tugging in Haruhi's sleeve.

"Can I hold him next, Haru-chan?" he asked.

Haruhi laughed. "Sure."

Tamaki handed the baby across to Mori, who gazed lovingly at his son for a moment before placing him in Hunny's outstretched arms.

"Be careful, Mitsukuni," Mori said, kneeling down to Hunny's level and positioning his arms to hold the baby more securely.

(Three years later…)

Mori lay in bed with his hands behind his head, while the storm raged outside, waiting for Haruhi to come out of the bathroom. A few minutes later, she emerged, turning out the bathroom light and climbing into bed beside him.

He pulled her to him. She no longer feared storms, but she always moved a little closer and clung to him slightly when it stormed at night.

Leaning her forehead on his chest, she was about to fall asleep when she heard a tiny, scared voice whisper, "Mommy?"

Both of them turned to the doorway to find a small figure standing there, clutching the pink bunny plushie his godfather had given him for his first birthday.

Haruhi sat up. "What is it, Tamaki, sweet-heart?"

"I'm scared," the boy whispered.

Haruhi sighed. "Come here," she said, moving over in the bed. Little Tamaki ran to the end of the bed and climbed in between his parents.

"You are my son," she laughed as he snuggled against her. She wrapped her arms around him and smiled at Mori over his head.

He smiled back. Mori did not mind letting their son sleep between them, though right now it put him even farther from Haruhi than he already was, with her stomach, carrying his daughter due any day now, already creating a space between them.

And yet, in that moment, he had never felt closer to her.


A/N: *looks at Ch. 1 promise that said she would post three days ago* yeah…I got four hours of sleep Thursday night, so I was out of it on Friday, and then I spent all day Saturday at the pool/spa (best day ever!) and yesterday…I don't have an excuse. But here it is! So please forgive me and review!

I hope you liked this story. It's one of my favorites that I've written. Thanks so much to everyone who faved or put on alert, but please review as well if you like it. Thanks!