Hello, my darling readers! I am so glad that you came back to read the third installment of Heat Stroke series. I really hope that you enjoy this story as much as you have enjoyed the first two. It starts off a bit slow...but I promise it speeds up really quickly! I already have the next few chapters written!

Enjoy! :)

Haruhi Fujioka woke up feeling refreshed and excited. Today was the second to last day of school for her, which meant the last day for the school year at the Host Club as an entertainer. After tomorrow, Haruhi would be able to hang out with Kyoya and Isamu every day for as long as they liked. Haruhi got dressed and checked her phone. No messages from her boys yet; she shrugged.

Stretching her arms over her head, Haruhi made her way into the kitchen to get to work on breakfast for her and her father. Imagine her surprise when her father was bustling about the kitchen, busily making breakfast.

"Good morning, my beautiful daughter!" He sang as he placed a plate of eggs on the table. "Eat up! I've made plenty!"

"Er…Dad? What is all this? What's gotten into you?" Haruhi asked worriedly.

"Whatever do you mean, Haruhi?"

"You're never up this early, Dad. And you never make breakfast." Haruhi was concerned, and she could not hide it.

"I just felt like doing something nice for my wonderful daughter. Is that a crime?" He still had not stopped smiling, and it was beginning to unnerve Haruhi.

"No…I…I guess not." She said, sitting down at the table with her father.

They engaged in quiet conversation as they ate. The two talked about everything from the weather to Haruhi's relationship with Kyoya. When it came time for Haruhi to leave for school, she almost did not want to. Her worry for her father had decreased considerably, but Haruhi was still in awe about the entire morning.

"Have a good day, Daddy. I love you." Haruhi said, kissing her father on the cheek.

"I love you too, Haruhi. Don't ever forget that." Her father replied, hugging her tightly.

She left the house in a daze and climbed into Kyoya's waiting limo. Kyoya leaned in to kiss her, but Haruhi did not respond, even when she felt the warmth of his breath on her neck.

"Haruhi? Sweetheart, are you okay?" Kyoya asked, turning Haruhi's head to face him.

"Huh?" She asked dumbly.

"I asked if you were alright." Kyoya answered, concern in his eyes as he reached to feel her forehead.

"Oh…I'm alright…my dad was acting really strange this morning."

"Strange how? Do you mean stranger than super-excited-drag-queen-strange?"

Haruhi almost laughed. "No, Kyoya…he just…he was more affectionate than he usually is. He made breakfast. Kyoya, he never makes breakfast."

"Well maybe he just wanted to do something nice for you." Kyoya reasoned.

"Maybe…"

"Come on. We've got two more days of school then a summer of relaxation. Let's get through these two days then worry about everything else." Kyoya told her, rubbing her hand comfortingly.

Haruhi nodded and leaned her head on his shoulder. Two more days…just two short days before she could relax and not have to worry about anything.

They got to school and were immediately swamped with customers. Kyoya's customers excitedly chattered about the final day of Host Club, trying to weasel out what the theme would be. Haruhi's customers tried to convince her to come on vacations with them over the summer.

She never could have imagined such a positive response after revealing her true gender. Her female customers either despised her or wanted to be friends with her. The men in the school suddenly took notice of Haruhi and her now-obviously feminine body. Some of the men would try to convince her that they were better than Kyoya. Others simply liked to fawn over her, much like her air-headed former customers had.

"Shall we?" Kyoya startled her out of her reverie, grabbing her hand and walking towards the club room.

Haruhi smiled at him and nodded, following after him. When they reached the club room, Haruhi was not surprised to find foods of all sorts strewn around the room. Many kinds of flowers and other decorations were all over the place, giving the room a summery feel.

"Good morning, Haruhi, my dear daughter! Daddy has been waiting for you!" Tamaki swooped in for a hug. Kyoya was roughly pushed to the side, and Haruhi stood impassively in Tamaki's embrace.

"Senpai...get off. Now." Haruhi growled, pushing Tamaki off of her.

"Wah! My daughter doesn't love me anymore!" Tamaki wailed as he retreated to his corner.

"Last day, Haru-chan! Are you excited?" Honey asked as he bounded up to her.

"Of course, Honey-senpai. What's not to love about today?"

"Hey, Haruhi..." Kaoru began, sidling up to her side.

"We heard that Isamu-chan is coming to club today." Hikaru continued.

"Is that true?" They chimed in unison.

Haruhi looked at Kyoya, who nodded slightly. "My driver is bringing him to school at the end of the day. We just have to get him at the office."

Haruhi nodded happily. "Mori-senpai, are you happy for the last day of club?"

Mori "aah-ed" and looked down at Honey. "Haru-chan...we're graduating this year, so we won't be able to be in club every day anymore. We've arranged to be here from time to time, but it probably won't be a daily thing..." Honey informed her, looking down at the ground.

"Oh...well, I'm sure that will make the ladies very happy when they do see you. Absence does make the heart grow fonder." She quipped, trying to make him feel better.

With that last thought, the bell rang, signaling the start of classes for the day. The school day went by very slowly, as expected of the last few days of school. By the time lunch hit, all worries Haruhi had concerning her father had all but vanished. When the day finally ended, Haruhi made her way up to the club room to meet with the others.

Before she could get there, her phone rang and displayed the number of her father's boss. Strange…he never called her…like, ever.

"Moshi moshi." Haruhi picked it up.

"Haruhi, darling!" He drawled into the phone. "Your father did not show up for work this afternoon, and he was due here two hours ago. I was wondering if you maybe knew where he is?"

"Er...no. He probably fell asleep or something...he got up much earlier than he's used to." Haruhi said, almost unable to mask her concern.

"Oh! Well, that's alright. I've been keeping him later than usual, so I'll let him off the hook just this once." The feminine voice answered.

"I am sure that he appreciates it."

"Take care of yourself, Haruhi-chan!"

The two hung up, and Haruhi continued to Host Club, a feeling of despair gnawing at the pit of her stomach. When she reached the doors, Haruhi almost did not go in; however, this was her last day for the year and Isamu was going to be joining...Isamu!

Haruhi turned tail and bolted towards the front entrance to get Isamu. She had nearly forgotten about him in her worry for her father. Isamu was sitting in the office, idly swinging his legs over the side of the chair whilst drawing something on office stationary.

"Isa-chan! I'm so sorry I'm late." Haruhi explained hurriedly when she finally reached the office door.

"It's okay! I was having fun drawing anyway. I drew you a picture!" Isamu smiled, showing his gap-toothed grin.

Haruhi could not help but return the smile as she took the picture and looked at it. Isamu had drawn a picture of four people. One looked as much like him as the boy could manage; one looked a lot like Kyoya; one looked a lot like Haruhi; the final one was a mystery. The fourth person did not look like anyone Haruhi knew. It did not look like Ranka or Yoshio or any of the club members.

"Isa-chan, who is this?" Haruhi asked as they made their way to the Host Club.

"She's my baby sister!" Isamu replied happily. Haruhi's heart almost broke. Had the boy had a younger sister at some point? Had she been killed?

"What happened to her?" She inquired curiously.

"She isn't alive yet." Isamu told her, as if it were the most obvious thing in the world.

"Oh? Where are her mommy and daddy in this picture?"

"This is her mommy, and this is her daddy." Isamu pointed to the Haruhi and Kyoya look-alikes.

"Ah, I see. Then is this you?" Haruhi pointed to the fourth person in the picture.

"Yep! We're a happy family together! That's you; that's me; that's Kyoya; and that's Mirai!"

Mirai, huh? What an appropriate name for the little girl.

By now, they had reached Music Room #3. The second Haruhi and Isamu walked through the door, they were the center of attention. The girls wailed about Isamu's cuteness; the guys made mental notes that Haruhi looked good as a mother. Haruhi scanned the room, looking for one person in particular and when her eyes met Kyoya's, she smiled.

"Hello, Haruhi. How was your day?" Kyoya asked, walking up to her.

"It was dull…until now. I am ever so glad to be back in your arms, Kyoya…" Haruhi answered, turning up the charm and earning choruses of "kawaii!" from the females in the room. Internally, Haruhi rolled her eyes. She could never have imagined the response they would get if they came out as a couple. Even still, Haruhi was glad that they would have the summer off and wouldn't be taking weekend trips with the customers.

Eventually, Host Club ended for the year. Honey and Mori were practically buried in gifts from their customers, wishing them well in college and promising to be their customers whenever they came back. Haruhi and Isamu lounged on a couch in the back corner. Isamu had fallen asleep at one point, and Haruhi had started to run her fingers through his hair. Of course, this went over well with the customers, who could not stop commenting on how great of a mother she made. Kyoya was finishing up calculations on his computer, taking quick peeks at Haruhi and Isamu from time to time. Tamaki was wailing about how much he would miss Host Club and that they should get together and do something over the summer. Hikaru sat beside Tamaki, Kaoru on his lap, both encouraging Tamaki's ideas.

"Well...I can honestly say that I am thankful for the year we've had." Haruhi spoke up suddenly, making the others quiet down and look at her.

"How do you mean, Haru-chan?" Honey piped up curiously.

"We've had a lot to do and a lot going on. You know...relationship-wise and health-wise...and I don't know. Maybe I'm thinking this way because Honey-senpai and Mori-senpai are leaving...but I think we've had a great year, all things considered. I'm really glad to be in the Host Club and I'm really glad to have met you all."

Tamaki was behind her in an instant, rubbing his cheek against hers affectionately. "My beautiful daughter! You've finally accepted us as family! Oh, what a wonderful day this has turned out to be!"

"Tamaki-senpai..." Haruhi growled. This was getting old.

"Yes, my wonderfully loving daughter?"

"Do me a favor and kindly...GET. OFF."

Tamaki reeled back as though she had slapped him in the face. "But...but...daughter..."

"Ouch...rejected by your own daughter." Hikaru and Kaoru appeared behind Tamaki.

Haruhi watched, slightly amused, as Tamaki's face lost all color and his soul flew out of his mouth.

"I hate to be the one to close club on the last day, but it seems to be time to go." Kyoya told the hosts.

Tamaki, Kaoru, Hikaru, and Honey all groaned unhappily. Summers were always boring without the Host Club activities. Haruhi's face brightened up considerably. Mori seemed indifferent.

The hosts parted ways, promising to get together over the summer. When Tamaki had suggested once a week, Haruhi had hit him over the head. Once a week was way too much for her, seeing as she spent every day with them over the course of the school year.

Haruhi had Isamu on her back as she and Kyoya walked the relaxing path to the Ootori mansion. She smiled at Kyoya as they listened to Isamu's nonstop chattering. He talked about everything and anything, with hardly any linkage between topics.

Haruhi left Isamu and Kyoya and started home. When she got home, she noticed that the door was still unlocked from this morning. Her heart started to race as the worry from earlier suddenly slammed into her. Haruhi took off at a run and burst through the door. The sight that greeted her when she entered was one she was sure would always be etched into her mind.

I know it was slow...so please don't say that. Oh! And they are going to be OOC, but it's my story, so please don't start...

The next chapter should be up in the next couple of days, but while you all are waiting, why not leave a short review so that I can see who is still with me!

~Rose