Ranka's high heels tap tap tapped over to us, and the smallest living thing I had ever seen was plopped into my arms almost carelessly.

"I-I-I- What if I drop her?" I asked, standing still as stone and the baby slept. Her hair was a silky black, and I noticed where she had gotten it from right away.

"You won't," Haruhi assured me. "Don't be scared." She waddled over, her body still swollen and sore. I lowered my arms a little so Haruhi could look at the baby.

"Wake up," I whispered, rocking my arms a little forcefully to nudge her awake. She opened her shiny dark eyes slowly.

Ranka held out his hands. "No, don't do th-"

And she started screaming.

Ranka sighed. "Too late."

The baby cried and cried, her little mouth opening to let out a pitiful shrill.

"Eh? Haruhi!" I yelled, holding out the screaming baby, "what do I do? How do I make it stop?"

The cry was running though me like a lightening bolt, when suddenly Haruhi took the baby from my arms and rocked her gently.

"Shhh," she whispered, and the baby began to fall back to sleep. She looked down at our daughter with a look I remembered my mother giving me. I could only smile as I pictured my own mother, who had raised me like a prized possession.

I pulled out my camera and snapped a shot.

Haruhi looked up at me sharply. "Tamaki, did you have to do that?" she snapped.

"Wh- but you looked so peaceful!" I protested.

"You're going to wake her up!" she growled through her teeth.

I put the camera back in my pocket and looked over Haruhi's shoulder. "Let's name her... Kotoko."

Haruhi looked up at me, and I thought she was going to scold me again, but she only smiled.

Ranka, I noticed, was smiling too. "Then there is only one suitable middle name," he said.

"Yes," Haruhi agreed. "Anne-Sophie."

I hadn't expected this, and the picture of my mother's face came back to me once again. "Kotoko Anne-Sophie Suou. Isn't that too long? We don't have to do that."

Haruhi shook her head. "It's perfect."

We took Kotoko Anne-Sophie Suou home, and Ranka stayed the night. He slept int he nursery, along with two of the maids who immediately fell in love with the baby and Haruhi and I.

In the middle of the night, I was awoken by a loud cry. I immediately rushed over to the crib.

"What's wrong?" I panicked. I didn't know why the baby was awake, but the way she cried made it sound like she was dying. "Is she sick? Is she in pain? I'll call a doctor!"

When I was halfway out of the room I heard Ranka shout, "Tamaki, shut up. She's hungry, not dying." He turned to his daughter and asked softly, "Haruhi, can you do it?"

"Yeah," my wife answered sleepily as she pulled the baby out of the crib and a pulled her shirt up.

Kotoko latched on to her and drank, while I stood there absolutely dumbstruck.

I had never seen a baby breast feed before, but it was beautiful and magical. Haruhi didn't complain, although she winced once in a while, which led me to believe it hurt a little. Within a few minutes, Haruhi burped Kotoko and put her back to sleep after a small fuss. The entire room fell into quiet and back to sleep, but I stayed up a little longer looking at Haruhi. I was so proud of her.

When morning came, I was the first one awake.

I looked into the crib, and it was empty.

Babies don't just get up an walk around. She must have been kidnapped in our sleep!

I ran downstairs, completely ready to see the doors smashed in and a terrible ransom note for my beautiful and helpless Kotoko, but all I saw was Honey-senpai and Mori-senpai with Kotoko on their laps.

"Oh, Tama-chan!" Honey-senpai exclaimed. "Good morning!"

I sighed with relief. "Good... morning, Honey-senpai. I'm so glad. I thought someone had kidnapped Kotoko."

"Her name is Kotoko?" Honey-senpai inquired.

"Yes," I answered slowly, still tired, "after Haruhi's mother. Then her middle name is Anne-Sophie, after mine."

Honey-senpai's eyes widened with delight. "I love it, Tama-chan! She's beautiful."

"Thanks. I'm surprised you're here so early. You like to sleep in."

"I told Takashi to bring me here early, even if I fought or cried or whatever. I wanted to meet the baby by ourselves," he explained, waving Usa-chan in front of Kotoko. "I think she has a dirty diaper."

"Oh. What do I do?"

"You don't know how to change a diaper, Tamaki?"

I shook my head.

Honey shrugged. "Me, neither. Do you, Takashi?"

"No."

"I didn't think so."

I took Kotoko and brought her to the downstairs changing table by the stairs. "I'll do it."

Mori-senpai and Honey-senpai watched over my shoulder as I unsnapped Kotoko's onesie and took off her tiny diaper. I tried to pull it down her legs, but it stayed tight.

"I think you have to undo it bu those little straps there," Honey-senpai explained.

I examined the diaper and found what he was talking about. I pulled the plastic straps and the diaper unfolded by itself with the weight.

Honey-senpai recoiled. "Ewwww."

I gulped and breathed through my mouth. I rolled the dirty diaper up and threw it away, then wiped her up with a towelette.

"Front to back!" Honey-senpai exclaimed.

I did as he said and Mori-senpai got out another tiny diaper.

"Don't forget the powder!" Honey-senpai chirped.

Right next to Kotoko's little hip was a small bottle of baby powder, which I opened and shook until her rump was covered in white. Then I pulled her upwards and slid the diaper underneath her and stretched the straps behind her.

Honey-senpai frowned. "I think it's on backwards."

I laughed as I resnapped the onesie. "What are you talking about?" I picked my daughter up, and her head fell forward. "It's fine!" I exclaimed as I moved her into a safer position.

Haruhi looked over the banister with a nervous smile. "Good job, Tamaki," she said. "Even though you messed up."

"What, are you kidding?" I asked "It's great!"

My wife just rolled her eyes.

We ate breakfast, and the rest of the hosts came through the house. We had a guest for every meal, but that was no big deal.

"So," Kyoya said as he patted his mouth with his napkin after dinner, "will you be in work tomorrow?"

"Yeah," I answered, "the maids will be here if anything goes wrong."

"You can always take more time off, you know."

"Nonsense! I'll be back tomorrow!"

We said goodbye to Kyoya about an hour later, and Haruhi turned to me. "I still can't believe you started up that business with Kyoya."

"Well, he abandoned to Ootori group, remember? I wasn't going to just let him go off on his own. I didn't want the Suoh company, anyway. Kyoya likes owning at a hotel chain, and I don't mind it. We get stars and models, and all sorts of people. And now I get to send money back to Mother with no restrictions! She'll be coming this summer when it's warm to meet Kotoko." I beamed. I was so happy my mother could meet my daughter.

"She's really nice, and she's so beautiful. I remember when I first met her. She looks just like you, but you act like your father." Haruhi looked down on Kotoko in her arms with a motherly smile. "I'm just happy you get talk to your mom more often."

I took in a deep breath. "Me, too. Hey, Haruhi?"

"Yeah?"

"I want to bring Kotoko to meet my grandmother."

Haruhi took a while to answer me. "Ok."

Three weeks later, I visited my elderly grandmother. I sat by her bedside, where she was forced to stay, holding my daughter.

"Look, Grandmother! My daughter."

My grandmother gave her one look and recoiled. "At least it was in wedlock."

I smiled, although that had stung a little. I wished she would accept me. I never meant to be born out of wedlock. I just had to work harder to gain her acceptance. I knew she'd love me when she got to know me! "Yes, grandmother."

"She's nice. What do you want? To be in my will?"

I was surprised. I knew I wasn't in her will at all, and I didn't need to be. I didn't want to think of her dying, not before she came to love me! "No, why?"

Grandmother closed her eyes. "Then leave."

"What?"

"You've disowned the Suoh family."

I took a step backwards. "I haven't! I have the Suoh name! I don't want to-"

"You have! By leaving us heirless, you have."

I almost cried. "Gr-"

"Hey!" Haruhi yelled. She stood up and glared at my grandmother. "He wanted to make you proud! Let's go, Tamaki!" she demanded, pulling me out of the main mansion.

When we were back in the limo, she looked at me. "Are you ok?"

Kotoko cooed in my arms and I smiled. "Yes!"

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