Tamaki stared blankly at his cell phone screen, illuminating the room in a pale blue light. The numbers written across the front had to be fake; he must have been dreaming as the cell vibrated in his hands, ring tone turned off so as to not wake the baby sleeping next to him.

His heart pounded with nervous anxiety and excitement as his mouth ran dry. Could this really be the moment he had dreamed about for the past four years? Like in an action voice, his thumb slowly inched towards the sides of the phone to flip up the top, connecting the caller fully to the recipient.

"H-Haruhi?" He gasped as he took a deep breath, not having known he had been holding one in. He could almost see the expression of the caller, an unreadable poker face but always noticeably content in body language.

"Tamaki-sempai…" Her voice was unexpectedly filled with emotion. Wonderment that he has answered, nervousness, happiness, and sadness were all mixed in with the fragment of a sentence she had spoken. She sounded only slightly different, like a business woman, actually. Her voice was more professional.

His heart throbbed, threatening to burst from loving her too much.

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Aiko Chloe was the name he had given his daughter. Aiko, written with the kanji characters for "love" and "child", meaning "a person who loves others" Tamaki couldn't think of a lovelier name then hers. His little Aiko was everything he had ever wanted but never thought he would get. He only wished that she could have the perfect family.

Arranged marriages had, sadly, all ended in hurt and disseat in his family. Tamaki had heard so many stories of past family members and their emotions after they had heard that their partner had been unfaithful and had actually thought that he understood what they had gone through. He had been a foolish boy, he realized now, to think that he came even close to knowing what they were feeling.

When he had received the phone call from Kaniko's lover asking where she was and if she was with him and who the hell did he think he was leaving a pregnant woman by herself he had been utterly confused, not knowing whether to hang up or speak more with the curious new stranger. He was puzzled, of course, by the fact that Kaniko was in fact not pregnant, only having given birth a mere eight months prior. They had both been too tired from showering affection onto their daughter to do anything besides sleep at night or during the little free time they had together.

"Kaniko isn't pregnant, I think you might have the wrong number, sir," he had tried to be as polite as possible, but must have wavered slightly, since the man on the other end sounded a slight bit more irritated then before.

"She is. It's not your kid, either, so you better find her and discuss the current situation for her." Was his accent Western or Indian, Tamaki couldn't quite place it, but was sure that the man on the other end was not Japanese.

"Alright, I will go search for her and will talk to her about this obvious lie. Please call back in a little while," Tamaki had smiled then, actually, smirked is more like it. The whole thing was truly absurd; Kaniko and he loved each other enough to never cheat on the other. But still, the thought of her cheating was nagging him more then it should have, like his heart knew the answer but his mind was still trying to protect him from the truth.

"Kaniko?" He knocked on the door to the master bedroom, where sobbing could be heard from down the hall. And, not surprisingly, she was writing a letter on her most prized piece of furniture, the cherry wood desk her grandmother had left behind for her.

"Kaniko, there was a man on the phone who said the most ridicules thing he said you were-" Tamaki was cut off by Kaniko's hysterical screams.

"WELL WHAT HE SAID WAS TRUE! I AM HAVING HIS CHILD AND I LOVE HIM!" Kaniko crumbled into a sobbing pile. Tamaki stood stunned, unable to grasp the situation. He heard Aiko crying for her room, but that soon faded, taken over by the beating of his heart as anger and indignation rushed through his veins.

"Kaniko…How could you?' Tamaki surprised himself by whispering, too shocked to go an octave higher.

"Because you weren't satisfying me…You work all the time and spend the rest, if you have any time left at all, sleeping. I needed love, and Jo provided it," Kaniko whispered back and she stood, her pink sundress swishing against her knees. That was the sundress she wore on their honeymoon. Tamaki had bought it for her as a birthday gift a week prior to the wedding and she had been so grateful. He felt those days whooshing out the cracked window next to her desk.

"When you speak to Aiko don't say bad things about me, okay? Tell her that I never wanted to leave her and that I love her. Okay?" Tamaki nodded, realizing that Kaniko couldn't see him, but didn't trust his voice.

Kaniko was gone by morning.

Which left him raising his little girl by himself with the help of the maids and Midori, Kyouya's wife, who had a son a little older then Aiko. He had kept a picture of him, Aiko and Kaniko on his desk before Kyouya had come in one night and thrown the picture away, replacing it with a picture of only Aiko and Tamaki, telling him that it was the time to start over and create a stable life with his daughter.

"Kyouya…Have you heard from Haruhi?" Tamaki had looked up at him with hopeful eyes, only to bite his lip after Kyouya silently shook his head no. which was a lie. He had recently given Haruhi Tamaki's cell phone number. He hoped that she would call soon.

Which lead to the two, Tamaki and Haruhi, meeting on a cold winter night at a café near Haruhi's office.

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A/N: I really hope you guys enjoy this. My english is a little quirky even though I'm america. my first language is french. My fanfiction writing is tight because of school but I needed to write another long term story to feel the void after Moodswings ended (I am so pathetic). PLot bunnies are mysterious things. I just wanted to write a story about Tamaki having a child from a pervious marriage. So please enjoy and REVEIW! I looooove reveiws more then I love ice cream. (That was a lie...but you get it)