Haruhi Fujioka Suoh walked around the nursery carrying a small bundle. Tamaki had realized what his feelings really were two years ago and had popped the question to Haruhi two months after the truth hit him in the face. She smiled at the memory of the night she got his ring, now nestled next to her slim wedding band. It sparkled in the light coming from the low-light lamps in the room. One shone by her baby's cradle and one on the grand piano where her husband now played, a gentle lulling tune. The little boy woke up to a thunder crash coming from outside and started wailing. Haruhi looked up. A storm's coming, fast too. Tamaki noticed this too. "We can take him to our room, he'll sleep there." "No Tamaki, I have an idea to put our little Akira to sleep. Keep playing that." Tamaki did as she requested and continued his music. Haruhi thought of the way she used to feel about storms and began to sing.

Little child, be not afraid
though rain pounds harshly against the glass

Like an unwanted stranger, there is no danger
I'm here tonight

She glanced over at Tamaki who caught her eye and nodded.

Little child, be not afraid
though thunder explodes and lightning flash
illuminates, your tear-stained face.
I'm here tonight

Here Tamaki played a longer series of notes. Akira had stopped crying and now looked up at his mother with round eyes full of innocence and adoration. The way his father looked at her. She smiled and rocked him in her arms.

And someday you'll know
that nature is so
the same rain that draws you near me,
falls on rivers and land
on forests and sand
makes the beautiful world that you'll see
in the morning

Tamaki didn't a signal from her this time; he knew what to play by following the sound of his wife's voice. She knew exactly what to do, what a clever and wonderful wife I have.

little child, be not afraid
though storm clouds mask your beloved moon
and its candlelight beams, still keep pleasant dreams
I am here tonight

Another thunder crash sounded outside and Akira, almost asleep, woke with a start. Haruhi shushed him and continued to sing

little child, be not afraid
though wind makes creatures of our trees
and their branches to hands, they're not real, understand
and I am here tonight

Haruhi signaled to Tamaki to slow the playing to a few notes. She lowered her voice softly and sang a different verse

for you know, once even I was a
little child, and I was afraid
but a gentle someone always came
to dry all my tears, trade sweet sleep for fears
and to give a kiss goodnight

Faster Tamaki she thought, sending a glance in his direction. Not only to give a signal but because she'd been referring to him in the last verse.

well now I am grown
and these years have shown
that rain's a part of how life goes
but it's dark and it's late
so I'll hold you and wait
'til your frightened eyes do close

and I hope that you'll know

That nature is so
the same rain that draws you near me,
falls on rivers and land
on forests and sand
makes the beautiful world that you'll see
in the morning

Everything's fine in the morning
the ran will be gone in the morning
but I'll still be here in the morning

Haruhi held the last note a little longer. Akira squirmed a little in his mother's arms. With a final drowsy yawn he fell into a peaceful sleep. Haruhi placed him gently back in his cradle. Tamaki walked over and placed his slender arms around her neck and rested his head on her shoulder. She smiled at their sleeping child and patted Tamaki's arm. "He'll sleep for the rest of the night now" she said. With a last glance at the sleeping boy the parents walked to their own bedroom for a restful night's sleep