Dear Readers: I'm sorry that I haven't updated any of my other stories yet m( . )m but this struck so suddenly that I had to write it. I was reading a fanfic where Haru and Takashi had a kid and said kid was arguing with Hayato and I could see oyaji-ai pop up! So I just had to write it! You understand right? RIGHT? BTW the only one who belongs to me is the kid :-9 all else belongs to the original author.

If you're happy

Prologue: Wedding

"Smile," Gokudera Hayato whispered to his reflection, "Smile dammit! Two of the people you care for the most are getting married to each other. You ARE happy for them."

His reflection smiled bitterly back then melted into his trademark scowl.

"God damn it." Hayato raked both hands through his silver hair and glanced toward the men's bathroom door. Any minute now the wedding ceremony would take place. The wedding ceremony in which his ex-girlfriend, whom he had dated for three months, and best friend since middle school would be joined in holy matrimony. Hayato desperately wanted a cigarette.

Haru had been the one to both start and end that little relationship.

"You're too cold Haya-chan." She had said as she left him sitting at the same café table where she had confessed to him. He hadn't been heartbroken, he hadn't loved her, but damn it was a kick to his pride when she had broken up with him. He had said all of that to Takashi later that day, under a haze of alcohol and smoke.

"Then why don't you try me?" The stupid baseball idiot had asked. All Hayato had done was laugh, not taking it seriously. He had stopped laughing when Takashi had kissed him. He couldn't laugh then, because that little kiss had opened the gate that he had welded shut during their middle school years.

"No." Hayato whispered and turned his head away. Takashi didn't push him, he couldn't, and what do you know? One year later, Haru was pounding on Takashi's door with a pregnancy stick sporting a nice big plus sign and a doctor's note saying she was two months in.

'She had gone to someone warmer alright', Hayato thought bitterly, 'and that baseball idiot had obviously gotten over his little…whatever he had felt for me…why does that sting more?'

Sighing, Hayato leaned his head against the mirror.

"Kufufu, now why isn't the dog outside beside his master?" Mukuro asked as he appeared inside beside Hayato.

"Shut up pineapple head." Hayato muttered as he stepped away from the wash bin and turned toward the door. With a single step Mukuro blocked his way.

"Now, now," Mukuro smirked, "This is supposed to be a happy day."

Hayato glared at him, "Move Mukuro Rokudo, it's because this is supposed to be a happy day that I don't want to see your face right now!"

Mukuro lifted an eyebrow, intrigued. He had only seen the silver haired guardian this way once, when another boss had threatened to start a gang war with the Vongola. Never-the-less he stepped aside.

Hayato pushed open the bathroom door and stepped into the carpeted hallway. Laughter and chattering drifted in from an open door, the spring sun steaming through, giving the hallway a shadowed undertone. Straightening his tie Hayato walked outside.

"HAYATO!" Takashi yelled as he swung an arm around the other's neck, "Where have you been? You know I can't get married without the ring!"

Hayato chuckled as he patted his breast pocket, "As if I'd let you even consider starting your wedding without the best man present."

"Where have you been?" Tsunayoshi asked as he noticed the slight tightening of Hayato's jaws and the miniscule flicker of lust in Hayato's eyes when Takashi had touched him.

"Sorry for the delay Juudiame." Hayato immediately looked sheepish, shoving Takashi off his neck, "I was in the bathroom."

He didn't see Takashi's small look of disappointment at being shoved off, but Tsuna sure did and he pondered this revealing exchange.

Lambo called Hayato over for something, leaving Tsuna and Takashi alone.

"You shouldn't be looking at someone else with those eyes, Takashi." Tsuna quietly said.

Takashi stiffened then returned his gaze to Tsuna, chagrin written on his face.

"You are too honorable to leave Haru-chan alone when she is carrying your child. I know this Takashi," Tsuna said as he watched an assortment of emotions flicker across his hitman's face, "But I want to ask, just to be sure. Do you truly want to marry Haru?"

"He won't ever be mine, Tsuna," Takashi whispered, his eyes drifting back to the laughing smoker, "at least, this way, I can have something that was his."

Tsuna sighed as he saw the sadness in Takashi's eyes. Before he could say anything more the priest was behind the podium and everyone was taking their places.

'Are you sure you'll be happy with this? Takashi? Hayato? Haru-chan?' Tsuna couldn't help inwardly asking as he watched two people he love make vows to each other, and another one standing beside them.

It had been lovely, the bride looked radiant and the groom looked handsome. No one, except Tsuna and perhaps the cloud and mist, noticed the way Hayato hesitated to hand over the wedding bands or the way Takashi's smile was a little overly bright after the kiss.

"They're probably all cuddled up in Hawaii by now." Hayato muttered as he swallowed another mouthful of alcohol that evening. His tie had been discarded upon entrance to his apartment, his coat on the floor, and his shirt already half open. Hayato swallowed some more alcohol as he worked his way to getting properly shit-faced.