Disclaimer... I do not own Ouran High School Host Club or its characters. I wish, but it hasn't happened yet.

A/N: Here it is everyone: the sequel to Another Chance. This one will only be a few chapters, but you will find out what happened next. This will take place five years after the epilogue. As you may have noticed at the end of the epilogue, Chika and Masame ended up together. You will get to see where they are now and how that came about, as well as see Haruhi and Hunny. Enjoy it and please review if you can.

Chapter 1 – Girls Are Gross

"Mommy, daddy say hurdy!" A four year old little blonde boy ran up to his mother dragging a familiar pink bunny with him and tried to pull her back into the house as fast as possible. He was a little on the excited side since he was going to be staying with his uncle that night.

Laughing, Haruhi scooped up the little cherub, "Did he now? Did daddy say hurry or are you telling me to hurry Bunta?" The little boy in her arms started to look down and squirm causing Haruhi to laugh more as they entered the house.

"Ano, if we no hurdy, Undle Chika may get mad," Bunta proclaimed.

Haruhi shook her head at her little boy. He had come a little over a year after she and Hunny had gotten married and had quickly become the apple of his parents' eye. Now they also had a nine week old baby girl they named after her Haruhi's mother, Kotoko. These past seven years had shown her how blessed she truly was and she thanked fate everyday as she looked upon her little family that Hunny had walked into the same café she had decided to visit that one particular day.

"I think we all know your daddy can take Uncle Chika, however, I don't think he will get mad because he is looking forward to you spending the night with him and Aunt Masami. You need to remember your manners and be good for them tonight; and be nice to your cousin."

"But she a dirl!"

"Kotoko is a girl and mommy is a girl, so they are not all bad. You need to be nice to Miho."

"You not a dirl! You mommy!" Bunta giggled as he wrapped his arms around his mother's neck.

Sighing, Haruhi chuckled at the thought process of a four year old. She gave her son a kiss on his cheek and looked up to find her husband standing there grinning from ear to ear. "You son seems to think that Uncle Chika will be mad if we don't hurry. So what do you think we should do?" Haruhi teased.

"Well if he gets mad, I think I know how to deal with him," Hunny said as he put his finger on his chin and looked like he was thinking earning a gasp from Bunta. His son loved sweets and the pink bunny he had inherited from his father, but he had a special connection with Chika; and his uncle melted every time Bunta came over.

Bunta squirmed to get down and when his mother finally released him, he ran to his father and grabbed his leg squeezing as tight as possible imagining the worst, "No daddy!"

Hunny picked up Bunta and started to tickle him, "I think you just need to give him your big puppy dog eyes and smile, and then he will give you a slice of cake and everything will be better."

Bunta's eyes perked up at that, "Cake?"

Shaking her head, Haruhi narrowed her eyes on Hunny, "Bunta, you can have cake after dinner, and I will be sure your Uncle Chika and Aunt Masami knows that."

"But mommy!" The little child whined.

"No buts, and I think you have been hanging out with your Uncle Tamaki too much if you are whining and using those eyes on me," Haruhi quirked an eyebrow. Moving her gaze to her husband, she continued, "Or you father."

"Undle Tama say that he can get mommy to do anyting he wants," Bunta repeated what his blonde uncle said.

Crossing her arms over her chest, Haruhi schooled her features so that she wouldn't laugh. It was always interesting to hear what the other hosts said to her son, or even said in front of him because he would absorb it and repeat it every time. "What else did Uncle Tama say?"

Bunta took in a deep breath and started his little recounting, "He said that his wife needs to learn to cook better and that she mean now that she have baby in tummy, that Undle Hika and Undle Kao are debil, daddy eat too much cake, but I don't think so, mommy is mean, I am mean bedause I treat him like mommy, he dall Undle Kyo mommy adain, and he afraid of Undle Taka with a sword." He was proud of himself for remembering everything that Tamaki had said and beamed at his parents.

Covering her mouth, Haruhi cleared her throat and dropped her hand when she felt it was safe, "Uncle Tamaki is a little goofy sometimes." She noticed her son frowning, "What is it Bunta?"

"Aunt Junko is not mean," the little boy declared.

"No, she isn't mean," Hunny agreed with him with a grin, thinking to himself, "She isn't mean, but she does have a short temper with her pregnancy and Tama-Chan has to deal with it for another three months. Thankfully Haru-Chan was never like that with her pregnancies. She did like sweets though."

Bunta seemed to recall that there was somewhere he needed to get to, "Daddy we need to go! Undle Chika is waiting!"

"Ok, ok. We're going," He set his son down and picked up the baby carrier that was on the ground next to him which contained a sleeping Kotoko.

Looking from the carrier to her husband, Haruhi pondered, "Do you think it is alright that we bring Kotoko?"

"We are going over to the twins' house and they insisted that we all come tonight. If they didn't want babies, they shouldn't have insisted and they would have told us not to bring her. They know we aren't ready to leave her for long periods of time yet. Besides I think Kyo-Chan and Kayo-Chan are bringing Jiro-Chan and he is three months old. Koto-Chan won't be the only baby there," he assured his wife for what seemed like the millionth time that day. The twins had called the week before and said that they wanted to invite everyone over for dinner. Hunny and Haruhi had been hesitant to accept the invitation, but in the end Hikaru and Kaoru had insisted and told them to bring the baby if they weren't ready to leave her; so nine week old Kotoko was about to attend her first real host dinner party.

"You're right," Haruhi sighed and followed her family out the door.

Once everyone was strapped in, they were on their way to Chika's house and Bunta was bouncing, well as much as he could, in his car seat. Haruhi turned to him, "Promise me that you will be nice to Miho and not do anything like push her, pull her hair, or hit her. I know you don't like her and she is a girl, but she is three and you are four."

"But she is a dirl!" The child whined as if that was the answer for everything.

Haruhi gave him the "mommy look" and stated, "I know she is a girl, but you can't be mean to her. Would you want someone to be mean to Kotoko?"

"Koto is a baby!" Bunta pouted.

Sneaking a peak at her husband, she could tell that he wanted to laugh. She knew these answers made sense to her son, but she needed to make sure he understood, "Kotoko is a baby, but you are a good big brother and want to protect her. Right?"

Bunta hastily agreed, "Right!" His father told him that big brothers always looked out for their little sisters and he was going to make sure no one hurt Kotoko.

"So you wouldn't want someone to push Kotoko, would you?" Haruhi continued her reasoning.

"But Miho is a dirl!"

"Kotoko is a girl too," Hunny tried to help.

"Koto is a baby and a sisder, she not a dirl," Bunta explained.

Giving up, Haruhi shook her head, "Just no pushing, pulling hair, or doing anything that will make her cry. Ok? If she is bothering you, tell Uncle Chika or Aunt Masami."

Bunta pouted and crossed his arms over his chest, "Oday."

Turning to Hunny she asked quietly, "Do all boys go through this?"

Hunny grabbed her hand and brought it up to his lips to kiss as he concentrated on driving, "Haru-Chan, all girls are gross when you are young."

"Whatever," Haruhi grumbled.

Soon they were pulling into the driveway to the Chika's house and everyone was getting out of the car. Haruhi grabbed Bunta while Hunny got Kotoko's car seat and the foursome walked into the house calling out their greetings. As soon as Miho saw Bunta, she toddled up to him and tried to hug him. He looked up at his mother with a look that Hunny knew was all Haruhi when she was exasperated and right before the demon appears. He had to hide his amusement, but a snicker did escape.

When Miho finally released Bunta, he made a quick break for it and jumped on his favorite uncle, "Undle Chika, I tried to make dem hurdy."

Chika laughed, "It's ok little one, they don't understand all the fun we have together. Right?"

"Right!" Bunta agreed.

"Hey Chika, don't let him have cake until after he eats dinner and he is supposed to be nice to Miho. If she is bothering him I told him to go to you or Masami," Haruhi stated with a slight eye roll.

Lifting an eyebrow, Chika asked, "What makes you think he gets cake?"

"But Undle Chika you always give me cake," Bunta whined.

Chika looked from Bunta to his parents and narrowed his eyes, "That is all you Mitsukuni!" Turning to his nephew he whispered, "Don't worry; I had the cook make a cake for you." With this proclamation, Bunta's arms went around his neck and squeezed. Chika thought he was going to be suffocated.

"Wrapped," Haruhi murmured under her breath.

After a few more minutes of talking, Haruhi and Hunny grabbed the car seat and were soon on their way to the twins' house. "What do you think they have to tell us?" Hunny asked knowing that Haruhi was probably closer to Hikaru and Kaoru than the other hosts were to them.

"I don't know honestly. They haven't told me a thing," Haruhi muttered.

"Maybe they have finally found girls to settle down with. They are the only ones that haven't gotten married," Hunny smiled. Everyone had been wondering when the twins would settle down and Tamaki had even tried to play matchmaker, unsuccessfully; but the twins had yet to find someone. There was no telling what the announcement could be.

When his parents had walked out the door, Bunta plastered on his best puppy dog sad face and looked at his uncle in the eye, "Undle Chika, can I please have a little piece before dinner?"

"We're eating dinner in about fifteen minutes. You can wait," Chika tried to be assertive, but it was hard with those eyes looking at him. He didn't understand it. He never melted when it came to his brother, but his nephew could usually extract any number of things from him. He looked at his wife that was trying to calm down a crying Miho who was upset because she wanted to play with her cousin. Chika sighed walking towards the kitchen giving in to his nephew yet again.

Chika never would have thought that life would have turned out the way that it had. Remembering well what happened almost seven years ago, he never thought that when he decided to speak up for the injured girl that it would turn out to be more than him supporting her. Her sister had broken his heart and he thought it might jade him to anyone not in his class, Haruhi being the exception, but it turns out that it hadn't. He spoke for her when she couldn't speak for herself and then supported her and protected her from her sister and anyone else that would do her harm. He got used to her being there and the day she didn't need him any longer and left about two months after Yasu's death, was a hard day for him. He realized that he came to care for her and missed her being there. It wasn't taking care of her that he missed, but it was her smiles, her touches, and the talks they had with each other. He missed and longed for it all. Thinking he would get over his ailment after a day or two, his brother finally convinced him to call her after a week. It turned out that she missed him too; he asked her out and never looked back proposing not long after Haruhi and Hunny's wedding. Rie breaking his heart left room for Masami to come in and repair it and take up residence.

"Undle Chika dirls are gross," Bunta declared getting his uncle's wandering attention.

Laughing some more, Chika nodded, "They are gross now, but not so gross when you are older."

"Nope, they will always be gross!" The little boy was adamant.

Chika couldn't wait for Bunta to get older and realize that girls were actually quite nice. The four year old may not realize it now, but there would be a day when he might like girls just as much as he liked his cake. Yes, he really was Hunny's son; and if that was evidence enough, Chika was sure that if there was a Host Club when Bunta finally went to Ouran, he would be in it wooing the girls with his cutesy ways. Laughing, Chika decided he couldn't wait to see what happened and to tell his little nephew stories. In fact, he may just start tonight, "Do you know how your daddy and mommy met?"