This is SUPER SHORT!
It's just a quick idea that came to me. Hope you enjoy.
"Mmh..." Haruhi mumbled, snuggling closer to her husband on the balcony bench.
"Haruhi?" he asked, not having realized she was awake.
She stretched a bit. "Remember when I first entered the Third Music Room?" He laughed a bit and she shot him a look.
"Who could forget? You looked hideous-- of course, you aren't actually-- and we made a huge deal out of you..." he trailed off, remembering.
"More like Tamaki made a huge deal out of me..." she corrected. "The rest of you didn't really do much until I broke that vase..."
"Oh, beloved vase, how much we thank you for shattering beyond repair..."
"Stop that," she giggled and lightly pounded her fist against his chest.
He blinked. "That was out of character for you."
She half-heartedly glared at him. "Well, I am pregnant. Haven't you ever heard of the infamous pregnancy hormones?"
"Of course, of course," he replied, patting her stomach. She slapped his hand away.
"No touching."
"Whatever you say," he held his hands up.
"Well, thank god I looked like a hideous guy back then, right?"
"Right. If you hadn't, you would have just been treated as a customer and we'd never have become friends... or boyfriend and girlfriend... or lovers... or fuck-buddies..."
"We were never fuck-buddies!" she interjected.
"...Or husband and wife!" he ended, ignoring her interruption. She pouted. He stole a kiss from her.
She pushed him off. "Hey, what the hell?" she glared, wiping her mouth off.
"I can't kiss my adorable wife anytime I want despite the randomness of it?"
"Of course not!"
"Alright, then..." he sighed, rolling his eyes.
There was silence for a moment, before her husband turned back to her.
"Haruhi..."
"Yes, Kaoru?" she replied.
"What was the name of the kid who stuck gum in your hair?"
"Amami Atsushi."
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The next morning, Amami Atsushi found a check for one million yen in his mail, along with a letter than only read, Thank you for the gum.