I felt as if we hit each and every green light there was. The tinted windows of the limousine reflected its inside, and I saw Kotoko Anne-Sophie next to me. Her hair was done up half in a bun with the other half down around her shoulders. The veil on her head came down and around to the floor, and the white train of her wedding dress was so long that it took up the rest of the floor space and was even laid in the laps of her bridesmaids and I.

Tears poured down my eyes and she sighed and shook her head.

"Daddy, don't cry so much," she pleaded, "or I'll cry, too."

"Daddy can't help it!" I exclaimed. I couldn't even bare to look into her angelic eyes, those eyes that looked so much like Kotoko's, and, in turn, looked so much like her own mother's. "I don't want to have to give you away! I thought you wanted to marry Daddy! Besides, you're just barely an adult! You're only twenty-one! How can you take care of a husband if you can barely take care of yourself? What is Daddy going to do?"

"Oh, he's talking in third person, Kotoko!" her maid of honor, Hotaru Ootori, cooed. Like her father, she had a tall, thin body and glasses. Her hair was light brown like her mother's. She was almost seventeen, but was always Kotoko Anne-Sophie's best friend.

"I think it's cute!" Tori Haninozuka chimed in from the last seat to the left. Her blond hair bounced as she talked.

"Mmhmm," Sora Morinozuka grunted and pushed her black hair behind her ears. She sat right beside Tori. Following Mori-senpai and Honey-senpai's familys' tradition, Sora looked over Tori, but the sizes were reversed. Tori stood a tall 5'9" while Sora was a short 4'11".

Sora was the only child of Mori-senpai. She was younger than Tori by a year, making her seventeen. Tori, the only child of Honey-senpai, was eighteen and an illegitimate child, but the details of her mother was kept a deep secret from even the veterans of the Host Club- Honey-senpai's best friends. From what I could sense from Honey-senpai, he had fallen in love with some girl who hadn't loved him back and gotten hurt. It's no wonder why Mori-senpai told us it was taboo to bring it up.

Snickers came from across from me. I turned to see Eiko and Emiko Hitachiin. Eiko, the only daughter of Kaoru, had long brown hair and brown eyes, while Emiko, the oldest daughter of Hikaru, had his characteristics. They were both short, their sizes only differing by about an inch with Emiko as the taller of the two.

"What's so funny?" I sobbed.

"You're so silly, Uncle Tamaki," Eiko giggled. She was sixteen.

"Yeah. My dad better not do this at my wedding," Emiko said with an eye roll. She was only fourteen.

Then, the limo parked outside of a grand church, and I felt like my baby girl was slipping through my fingers like precious water. Before I knew it, we were in the church. Each of the bridesmaids walked down the isle with a groomsman. Hotaru walked down the isle with Pierre's best friend, and when the two parted ways at the altar, a simple song that brought me back twenty-two years began to play.

At that time, I was the happiest man alive.

When the music began to play this time, I was the most miserable.

"Let's go, Daddy!" Kotoko Anne-Sophie said in an impatient but gentle tone. I couldn't walk through the doors, but when I looked down at her, I noticed something.

She wasn't looking at me.

She stared through the doors as Pierre, who was staring right back, the two of them smiling at each other in a language that I could not understand, but that I recognized: the language of Love.

I took in a deep breath and whispered, "let's go."

We walked slowly, and I held on to those moments. Until the priest said otherwise, she was still my- my- Kotoko Anne-Sophie Suoh. I passed by Haruhi and noticed her crying. Emotionally, she was always stronger than me, and to see her tears made it that much harder for me to hold back my own.

We got to the altar, and I knew I had to let her go. It hurt, and I wanted to hold on, but that would be selfish.

She looked up at me with tears in her eyes, and she said, "I love you, Daddy."

She had told me those words so many times over her life that they had become habit to hear them. When she said them to me on her wedding day, looking away from the man she wanted to spend the rest of her life with and looking at me, I felt such intense pride in my daughter and such love for her that I hugged her and squeezed her tightly. "I love you, too, Princess."

I let her go and sat down, and I felt as if the next words I heard were her mumbling a nervous but loving, "I do." Then, the newlyweds kissed and the church cheered, and I found myself clapping in spite of myself.

Before I knew what happened, I was back in a limo with Kotoko Anne-Sophie Dangerfield. I cried the whole way to the reception.

Kotoko's western wedding had made her radiantly happy, and the reception magnified that happiness ten fold. We walked in to the hall, and I saw the room for the first time. I had been there before, but my eyes were always clouded with tears with the thoughts that I would soon lose my daughter to some other man. Now, my eyes were clear. I was still sad, but I was also so very happy for my daughter that I couldn't still find it in me to cry.

She sat next to her- and the word brought tears to my eyes- husband. The bridesmaids were to her right and the groomsmen to the left of the groom at the head of the the table.

The room was beautiful. There were flowers everywhere, red and white roses to compliment the red dresses of the bridesmaids. The room sparkled with little white Christmas lights instead of bright light bulbs. There were burning red candles on each table to make the mood more intimate.

The DJ, a sweet woman in her late forties, called everyone's attention to something very important- the first dance as husband and wife.

The two came onto the dance floor and held each other tightly. The music began, a beautiful, simple song in English called "My Wish" by Rascal Flatts. They moved together gracefully, staring into the other's eyes as if they held the blueprints for the rest of their lives. I was dumbstruck at the expressions on their faces. Kotoko Anne-Sophie had never smiled like that for me, her father. I suppose I was jealous, but I was also eternally grateful to be able to see two beautiful people so very much in love.

"Tamaki, are you ok?"

I turned to see Haruhi. She placed a hand on my shoulder.

"Yeah, why?"

"You're crying."

I placed my fingers to my cheeks and felt the tears. I hadn't even noticed. "I'm just happy," I said with a smile.

Haruhi gave me a skeptical look, but it faded into a knowing smile, almost sarcastic in its understanding but completely candid in emotion. "I'll miss her, too. But she's so happy. I felt the same way, when I, you know," she blushed, "married you."

My smile turned into a huge grin. "Really? Did you?"

Haruhi rolled her eyes. "Yeah, yeah," she muttered.

I turned to the dance floor just as the DJ said over the mic, "time for the daddy-daughter dance, everybody!"

I looked up at the couple on the stage. Pierre gave me a smile and stepped away from my daughter. I stood up out of my chair and walked over to her, grasped her hand, and the speakers began with a song so true to my own feelings that I was surprised when I did not cry.

Look at the two of you dancing that way
Lost in the moment and each other's face
So much in love your alone in this place
Like there's nobody else in the world
I was enough for her not long ago
I was her number one
She told me so
And she still means the world to me
Just so you know
So be careful when you hold my girl
Time changes everything
Life must go on
And I'm not gonna stand in your way

But I loved her first and I held her first
And a place in my heart will always be hers
From the first breath she breathed
When she first smiled at me
I knew the love of a father runs deep
And I prayed that she'd find you someday
But it's still hard to give her away
I loved her first

How could that beautiful women with you
Be the same freckled-faced kid that I knew
The one that I read all those fairy tales to
And tucked into bed all those nights
And I knew the first time I saw you with her
It was only a matter of time

But I loved her first and I held her first
And a place in my heart will always be hers
From the first breath she breathed
When she first smiled at me
I knew the love of a father runs deep
And I prayed that she'd find you someday
But it's still hard to give her away
I loved her first
From the first breath she breathed
When she first smiled at me

I stopped dancing. The sounds around me melted into a beautiful melody of another man who felt exactly the same way as I did.

I knew the love of a father runs deep


I just stared down at my beautiful angel that God had sent me and smiled. She looked back up at me, at first worried, but then began to smile herself.

Someday you might know what I'm going through

We just stood there in each other's arms, because we both knew we'd have to part after this day.

When a miracle smiles up at you

"Kotoko Anne-Sophie, you've become a beautiful person, and I'm so proud of you."

Kotoko Anne-Sophie began to cry happily. "Thanks, Daddy."

I loved her first

Life would never bee the same. As the reception ended and people slowly left at different times, I knew life was taking a drastic turn, and my heart hurt from the tears I wanted to cry but wouldn't.

"Tamaki, mon chéri. I felt the same way at your wedding as you do now," my mother told me when everyone else was gone. Kotoko Anne-Sophie was talking with Pierre in the corner, and occasionally their lips would meet lovingly.

Soon, Kotoko Anne-Sophie and Pierre left for their honeymoon, and it was only Haruhi, Eclair, Francis, and I left.

"Today was quite lovely," Eclair told me.

"Thanks, but Kotoko Anne-Sophie picked it all out."

"He really loves her."

"She loves him, too."

Eclair crossed her arms as Francis came up behind her. "Let's be family now, Tamaki. I'm too old for childish games and scorn."

I smiled happily. "I'd love that."

Haruhi coughed from behind me. We turned to look at her, and she walked over to Eclair and held out her hand.

Eclair took it, and they shook.

Haruhi smiled softly. "Welcome to the family."

The End

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