Some Things Old and Some Things New

I hope you all like the sequel as much as the first one.

Thoughts

In English/regular talk (this will change later on)

In Japanese

Disclaimer: I don't own any of the OHSHC characters except my many OCs.

Fun Fact 1: When I started writing The Punishment Sama only had Sam as a brother. Then, I decided it was too much like Hikaru and Kaoru's relationship. So, Seth and Steve were born from the dark crevices of my mind.

Chapter 1: The Fiancé and the Son

"Dr. Frost?" Samantha Frost, twenty seven years old, looked up from her computer screen. Her secretary, Tina, stood outside the door of her office.

Sama's office was furnished with a mahogany desk, a glass chest, two comfy red chairs, a few tables with random papers and books stacked neatly near the door. She had the blinds up to let in the bright sunlight from the warm June day.

"Yes, Tina?" Sama smiled at her secretary. She was a hard worker and always had Sama's messages ready when she came to work. Tina was a lovely young woman. She had a petite frame with generous curves. Her brown hair was always up in a neat bun, there was never a stray hair out of place. She dressed professionally and tastefully. These characteristics was something Sama looked for in a good worker.

"Your last patient was David Manny so you have the rest of the day off. Dr. Engel is here for you. He wanted me to let you know that he wants to take you out for lunch and that you can't skip out this time," she said the last part with a slight laugh.

"Thanks, Tina. You can leave as well. Tell my, impatient, fiancé that I'll be there," Sama replied as she started closing the files she had been looking at. Tina smiled and left. Sama sighed and rolled her head feeling the tight kinks loosening. She set her reading glasses on her head and slowly got up.

The last time she and Emmett Engel had gone out for dinner was a few months ago. The two of them were just too busy to relax and have fun. Sama shut her office light off once she grabbed her bag.

"See you next week, Tina," Sama said and waved. Sama walked out to the empty halls of the hospital. She looked around but didn't see the blond man that was supposedly waiting for her. The woman was about to keep walking when two strong arms wrapped themselves around her waist.

"Hey, liebe," a slightly husky voice whispered in her ear. Sama smiled fondly and relaxed into the embrace.

"Hey yourself," she replied lightly. She turned her head slightly and gave him a quick peck on the mouth before pulling away. Emmett smiled and held out his arm; Sama happily hooked her own arm under his. The two walked to the elevators heading outside.

-:-

Sama had gotten older. Her hair fell to her shoulders but she kept it up in a bun most of the time. She learned how to cook somewhat better than she had in high school. Her features hadn't changed much over the years. She still looked the same just slightly older. She, so far, was living a happy life.

Emmett Engel, age twenty nine, was a full blooded German man. He grew up in Germany with his parents. When he was only four his parents moved to America. Emmett had short blond hair and bright baby blue eyes. He was tall with lean muscles and high cheek bones. Sama loved his laugh which always seemed to fill a room with warmth.

Sama met Emmett in college of her sophomore year. He was in his junior year and was studying to be a pediatric heart surgeon. Sama was completing her lifelong dream of becoming a pediatrician. The two became fast friends until Emmett graduated. Sama didn't see him until a few years later. The two got back into their old routine of talking and going out to lunch. They, eventually, started dating. On Sama's twenty sixth birthday he asked her to marry him. They've been engaged for almost two years. Sadly the two worked too much to ever come up with wedding details but they both were happy.

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"So, how was your day?" Sama asked as she sipped her coffee. They sat in a simple cafe and ordered a sandwich each. Emmett, unfortunately, had to go back to work so he only had his lunch break.

"Well," he mumbled from his cup, "I didn't have to operate today. I just saw a few patients and that was it. I still have another shift to do so I might not be able to come over for dinner." Sama sighed and shook her head. Emmett and her lived in different homes. Sama refused to live with him until they actually got married and Emmett understood.

"That's too bad," Sama said with disappointment in her voice. "Ivan really enjoys your cooking. Apparently he doesn't like how I cook," she chuckled.

"Well, you aren't the world's best cook," Emmett teased. Sama gave him a look but smiled the whole time.

"I've been thinking," he said with a serious tone, "that maybe we should get married sometime soon. We've been so busy but I think we can take a few months off to have some time together." Sama paused mid sip of her coffee. Emmett sometimes mentioned about their engagement being so long but he never really suggested they get married. For a brief moment an auburn haired boy flashed across her mind but she quickly squashed it down.

"Why this so suddenly?" Sama was curious to know what was going on in his head. Emmett paused and then sighed.

"I guess I'm being a jealous idiot. Brian was telling me how if I didn't marry you soon someone would come and sweep you off your feet. I think he was implying that he might just do that. You know how much that arschloch likes you and I got mad at him," he confessed.

A smile grew on Sama's face. She knew Brian liked her but she had no interest in him. He wasn't Emmett so she never gave him a second glance. She reached forward and squeezed his hand.

"You don't have to worry about someone taking me away. I love you and only you. As far as having our wedding, how about next year?" She smiled softly at his surprised face.

"Next year? Summer time would be nice. How did I end up with someone like you?" Emmett chuckled.

"I have no idea but I guess you were just lucky," Sama teased. Emmett let out a loud laugh. The people in the cafe glanced at the couple but didn't say much.

"Ich liebe dich," he said after calming down and smiled. Sama felt her stomach flip in a good way. No matter how many times he said it and smiled at her in that way she would always feel herself flush.

"Unfortunately," he sighed, "I have to go back to work." The two got up and left the cafe after cleaning up. Sama walked with him to the hospital until he had to go inside.

"I'll try to come by tonight. I believe today is Ivan's last day of school?"

"Yes, I have to pick him up. I promised I would buy him a cake for graduating," Sama said fondly. Emmett smiled and pulled her into a hug. Sama loved the way he smelled, like hazelnut and cinnamon.

"Save some cake for me," he whispered in her ear. Sama laughed and shook her head as she pulled away. Emmett's eyes sparkled mischievously that Sama knew he was up to something.

"Emmett, what are-" She was cut off by his lips. He pulled her close and dipped her backwards. He kissed her soundly. When they pulled away for some air Sama gave him a halfhearted swat on the chest.

"Idiot, don't do that when I'm not ready," she grumbled but her cheeks were red as she smiled. He kissed her forehead before pulling away.

"Have fun," Sama said and waved as he went back inside. She sighed when she could no longer see him. Sama headed to her car with a goofy smile on her face.

Ivan Frost looked around the school. There were a lot of kids and a lot of moms and dads. The only one he didn't see was his mommy. He clutched a piece of white paper and frantically turned his head until he spotted a familiar head.

"Mommy!" The eight year old ran toward her. Sama smiled and hugged him as he wrapped his short arms around her waist.

"Ivan, sweetie, how was your day," Sama asked as she ruffled his short red hair. Ivan beamed as he presented his mother with the sheet of paper. Sama took it and smiled widely.

"The best student of the year award. Amazing! We'll have to frame this," Sama said excitedly. Ivan slipped his hand into his mother's as they walked. He happily swung his arm back and forth.

"So," Sama said after pulling out her car keys, "guess what mommy got for you?"

"You got me a cake!" Ivan's eyes sparkled brightly. Sama laughed and nodded her head. They made it to her parked car. She buckled up her son before getting into the drivers side and started up the car.

"Yup, I made sure to get you the best one. It isn't everyday that my son graduates from second grade," Sama said and glanced in the rearview mirror at her son.

"Is Uncle Emmett coming?" Ivan liked Emmett very much. He understood that his mommy and Uncle Emmett liked each other very much. He wouldn't mind if Uncle Emmett became a permanent member of their small family of two.

"Uncle Emmett is busy tonight," Sama said. Ivan frowned but didn't say anything.

Ivan was eight years old. He had short red hair and large green eyes. He was slightly pale but had a lot of energy. He was very smart for an eight year old and Sama knew that. She loved her son very much. Ivan loved his mommy a lot and would protect her from the monsters.

Ivan wasn't Sama's biological child. She adopted him when he was only four. She had been working at a children's hospital in England for a few years. She would take care of the children at the orphanage and would visit them daily. She loved the children and they were always excited to see her. She took a special liking to Ivan because he was always quiet but he would help her.

Before she knew it Sama fell in love with the child. She was only twenty four but she wanted to have him as her child. It took a few months but she managed to adopt him because she worked with the people in the orphanage and they thought she would make a great mother. She and Ivan moved back to America. Sama's family all loved the child. They would visit for the Holidays, even her mother loved the little rascal.

-:-

"Ivan can you set the table?" Sama shouted from the kitchen. Ivan quickly shut the t.v. off and ran into the kitchen. He grabbed the forks and spoons and went to set the table. Sama hummed as she chopped the tomatoes. She made a quick salad while keeping an eye out for the spaghetti cooking.

Sama lived in a comfy apartment in the more family oriented neighborhood of New York. Her apartment was at the top and it provided a lovely view. The apartment had six rooms and extra bathroom. Her room and Ivan's were right across from one another. Sama had her office in the last room in the back. The kitchen was large but had simple electric appliances for her to work with. The living room was right across from it on one side and the dining room on the other. She liked her cozy apartment; it was much better than her large home in Japan.

"Ivan did you wash your hand?" Sama plated the spaghetti and brought the bowl into the dining room. She went back and grabbed the drinks, milk for her son and a glass of red wine for herself, and came back in to see him sitting down.

"It smells good, mommy," he said honestly. Spaghetti was one of the few meals Sama knew she couldn't mess up the first time. She handed him his cup and sat down. Sama listened as Ivan talked about his last day of school. When he talked he seemed to come to life. Sama commented here and there.

After dinner, Ivan helped put the dishes in the sink. He scampered off to take a bath while Sama washed the dishes. She smiled at how her life turned out. She had a son that she loved dearly, a fiancé that loved her and her dream job. Yet, Sama sometimes wondered what her life would be like if she had stayed in Japan with her family, friends and the boy she had once loved.

It would be different. I no longer love him anyways. Sama thought while scrubbing the pot she was holding harder than necessary. She sighed and rinsed off her soapy hands before going toward her office. She could hear Ivan splashing around in the tub as she passed by. Sama sat down in her chair and turned on her computer. She deleted all the junk mail but stopped at two emails.

It's been awhile since I've heard from those two. She thought fondly. Sama clicked the message and read it with a small smile. Kyoya managed to get her email from Haruhi a long time ago. He would email her when something new happened. She missed him, surprisingly. She would email back and tell him everything that went on. He even knew about Ivan. Ivan called him Uncle Kyo since he couldn't say his full name in Japanese.

The next email was from Haruhi. She wanted to tell Sama something important. She would be on video chat. Sama smiled and went over to the video chat that was blinking on her screen. Ivan liked Auntie Haru because she was nice. The other Host Club members had no idea Kyoya and Haruhi were talking to Sama. She wanted them to keep it a secret for now.

"Ivan, do you want to see Auntie Haruhi?" Sama could hear his feet running into her office. His hair was still damp from the bath. He wore spiderman pajamas.

"Really? Is Auntie Haru on now?" He asked as he climbed into Sama's lap. Sama smiled and clicked on the chat button. The screen showed an dining room. Sama frowned as she didn't see Haruhi anywhere.

"Mommy, where's Auntie Haru?" Ivan pouted at the thought of not seeing his aunt. He hadn't seen her in while and Ivan really like Auntie Haru.

Suddenly the door opened and Haruhi walked in. Sama could see her as she rubbed her temples. She looked tired but still seemed happy. Haruhi glanced at her computer and smiled widely.

"Sama! Ivan!" Haruhi quickly sat down at her desk and waved to the two. Ivan grinned at the screen.

"Hi Auntie Haru!" Ivan waved excitedly. Sama chuckled. She had taught him Japanese. He knew enough to make a conversation. Sometimes, though, he would switch to English when he didn't know how to say something.

"Hello, Haruhi," Sama said pleasantly. Sama noticed that Haruhi seemed nervous. She smiled at the two and chewed on her lip.

"Haruhi, is something wrong?" Sama wondered if something bad had happened. Haruhi was usually calm when she talked to her.

"Well, I have some news. I, um don't know how to say it," she paused. Sama waited patiently for her to finish. Ivan sat quietly on Sama's lap; he knew that it wasn't time to talk.

"I," she paused and then smiled widely, "I'm getting married!"

Words/phrases to know:

liebe- love

arschloch- asshole

Ich liebe dich- I love you

I hope you all like the first chapter. See you all sometime in January.

Kitkat d(^.^)b