Here's the beginning to You Don't Know Me. It's the sequel to What She Never Said, which you should read first before anything else. Please enjoy yourself and don't forget to review with suggestions of what you want to see happen.

She couldn't breathe. She was falling into an abyss of agony, a pain that was currently ripping at away her, and seeming to split her entire being into two pieces.

"Push!" her father cried, his hands squeezing her hands like he wasthe one in pain—the one currently pushing a piece of flesh through even tighter flesh. Haruhi couldn't even begin to describe how horrible the pain made her feel. It was a gut wrenching sting that made her monthly curse seem easy and carefree. The brunette clenched her eyes closed; her fist wrapped tightly around her father's hand as she counted to three in her mind, pushing so hard she was sure her heart would give out.

"The baby's crowning!" an assistant exclaimed. "One more big push, Haruhi!"

"Alright, Haruhi." The doctor's soothing, gentle voice seemed to give her some encouragement within her pumping heart. Simone, her doctor, had been with her through the pregnancy since the beginning and been assigned to deliver her baby. She was a supportive, nonjudgmental woman with beautiful hair and wide eyes that seemed to capture your soul. Her voice was in the high, soprano range and her patience was remarkable. "Give me another push," she commanded with her powerful, enticing voice. "On the count of three… one, two, three!"

And with her command, the teen found herself giving another shove to let the demented creature from her pelvic. A sensation of pressure being let out her filled her and she was breathing again. Huffing and puffing. Finally.

The cry of an infant filled the room, allowing for everyone within the delivery room to know that Haruhi's baby was finally here. Haruhi took in desperate breaths, taking in air so quickly her lungs began to ache. Streams of sweat streamed down her face as she waited patiently for the announcement of her baby's sex.

She had not wanted to know the sex of the baby the day she was laid down on the table as she received her ultrasound. In a way, she wanted it to be a surprise. She had already chosen two names for the baby, each including a middle name based upon her father's name.

Her father sounded defeated as he collapsed in a chair beside her. "He's beautiful...," he whispered, his voice sounding broken. She turned her head to look at him, finding herself immediately greeted by a kiss on the forehead. It shocked her, honestly; it wasn't what she was expecting to see.

He was crying, of course, and staring at her with the most warming smile she had ever seen.

"Why are you crying?" she wondered out loud.

"I'm… taking it all in," he admitted shyly. "And I'm trying not to pass out."

She laughed softly to herself. "Dad… you can go, if it's too much—"

"Now Haruhi," he interrupted, seeming a little upset. "I was there for you were born, and I'm gonna be here for you now. Your mother would have wanted it to be this way."

The teen opened her mouth to reply, but was interrupted by a simple question.

"Do you want to see your baby, honey?" Simone asked. "You can see him before we send him to get checked out."

"Yeah, of course."

Her heart was honestly pumping harder than it ever had before. She would, for the first time, get to see her prodigy; a piece of her that would resemble her features and follow after her.

The assistant nurse held her son wrapped tightly within a blanket to keep him warm. She stared down at him with a smile on her cheeks.

"Beautiful son," she added before placing him gently within their hands. His eyes were a pale brown, his small patch of hair almost black. His skin was soft to the touch like any child's was meant to be. Haruhi was overcome with sudden emotion as he stared into the round eyes of her quiet child.

"Why is he so quiet?" her father asked, sounding a little anxious.

"Don't worry," the nurse reassured, "He's just a quiet child. It happens a lot lately."

"So there's nothing wrong…?"

"No, not at all. He's actually really healthy," she said, surprising both Haruhi and her father. The baby had been born a month earlier than its due date, which had alarmed the two greatly. The baby could be born without things developed, or without its brain. It was chilling to think about, but it didn't matter considering that everything was good.

Haruhi smiled softly. "Hi baby," she cooed. "It's mama."

She could remember mothers saying similar things to their newborns on medical shows where they showed child birth, so she had decided it would be smart so say similar things.

Her son looked up, his eyes full of curiosity and interest to see who now held him for the very first time. His lips were curled into a slight smile as he peered at her face, taking in her face. Slowly, he began to reach up, tickling the side of his mother's cheek. Her brown eyes began to water softly.

"Yeah… it's me… mama," she whispered in a small laugh. Her son smiled harder, letting his stubby fingers graze his mother's face as if to take in everything he was seeing. She gulped, pulling down the sobs that desperately climbed up her throat; she wouldn't cry in front of her father. No, she couldn't. He would take it the wrong way completely. "He's beautiful…"

"And nameless," Simone reminded her as she pulled the plastic gloves off her hands to toss into a wastebasket. "What were you thinking?"

Haruhi looked up for a second to catch the gaze of her doctor before looking back down at her infant. She smiled, finally allowing the tears to pool down her face as she opened her mouth to speak:

"Haru."

"Haru?" her father asked, raising an eyebrow as he peered at his new grandson with a curious gaze. "You're naming him—"

"After my grandfather," Haruhi finished before leaning in and kissing Haru's small, button nose. Her son began kicking his feet in excitement, tearing away at the tight bond around him from the blanket.

"Rowdy little bugger." Simone's laughter had swallowed the ending of her words, but the message was still clear. "Very handsome thing. But if it's alright with you, I would like to make sure that everything's alright. Besides, you need some rest after that."

"It's fine… when will we be going home?" the brunette wondered out loud as she kissed Haru's forehead twice before handing him to Simone gently.

"Depending on if we find any complications, it could either be tomorrow or in a week."

The teen nodded her head, waving goodbye to her baby. She suddenly felt really drowsy and closed her eyes with a slight sigh from her. Her father settled back in his chair once more, muttering incoherent things to himself. It was obvious that were both in desperate need of a good nap right about then.

"I'm gonna take a nap, alright dad?" she said with a yawn, proving how tired she truly was.

"M-me too."

Haruhi shifted into a more comfortable position and cleared her throat before finding herself drifting away into a pleasant dream about everything that had happened.

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