Oh my, I did not expect this. This story became a little more popular then I thought it would. Thank you all so much for the comments and kind words. So a few people have asked to know what happened to Tamaki and why he did not remember what had happened. Unfortunately, I cannot say right now, as it will come at the end. But if I can, I will try and sprinkle in little hints as to what happened. You may guess if you would like and send me a message with what you think happened. I will tell you if you are right or wrong, but unless you ask, I will not tell you what happened. Thank you again, and please enjoy the chapter.

Tamaki continued to search the house as he waited for his 'family' to return home. He now had a better understanding of who his family was and what had happened in the past. But what he still didn't understand, was where he had come from. When he though about it, he did get a few little memories of his life. He remembered the host club and what hey did together. He remembered...their last club activity too. It wasn't anything special really. But...wait a moment. Now that he thought about it, wasn't Nekozawa there at some point? That was it! Maybe that was what had happened! Did Nekozawa do something to him? Maybe he made this happen. He was likely in some alternate reality that Nekozawa had created for him. That was the only solution he could think of. But then, what had he done that could have made him so upset? He wasn't sure. But was anyone else aware of this reality? Were they all just as confused as him and just trying to get past it? Or was this all very real for them? He wished he could tell them about what was happening, but he didn't think they would believe him. If he still didn't understand what was happening, how could he expect them to know either? He couldn't quite wrap his head around what was happening. Which part was the dream? This, or his life as a host? He wasn't sure.

After he was done browsing through the house, he took a seat on the couch, and he waited. He decided to wait for them to come back home. Perhaps he could get some sort of explanation for what was happening, even if it was only a little one. He would simply tell them that his memory was a little foggy. They could bring him up to speed on what had happened last. Maybe that would give him at least a little clue as to what had happened.

Around noon, he managed his way around the kitchen in order to make something to eat. And at two, he found his patience wearing thin. He had begun to pace and worry. what was taking so long? When did school usually end for them? Haruhi was likely a preschooler right? Didn't that sort of thing end early? And what about the twins, what grade were they in? Third grade? Or maybe fourth. He couldn't be certain. But they were supposed to get out of school around this time he thought. He really didn't know if a public school was the same as a private school. Or, at least he thought they went to a public school. Living in a commoner home, thy might be doing commoner things, including sending their children to a public school. He was so confused!

An hour and a half passed, and he was just about to cry, when he finally heard the key in the door. Oh thank goodness! He got up from the couch and came to the door. Once the door opened, little Haruhi came inside, followed by Kyoya. "Welcome back!" Tamaki said cheerfully. He leaned down and lifted Haruhi into his arms, giving her a big kiss on the crown of her head. Haruhi squirmed a bit, but she smiled. Heh, now he could kiss Haruhi all he wanted~

He approached Kyoya, who was removing her sweater and hanging it up on the coat rack. A husband was supposed to kiss his wife right? But...he wasn't sure if it felt right. Kyoya was his best friend. He didn't know if he could do it. But then again, this really was his wife right? So it shouldn't be a problem. He took in a breath. He came up to his wife, and he gave her a little peck on the cheek. My, her cheek was soft. Thankfully, Kyoya didn't make a deal out of it at all. She only smiled softly at him. Good.

Hm. He wondered where the twins were. As he set Haruhi down and helped to remove her sweater, Kyoya peered out the window. "Tamaki, will you take Haruhi to go and get the boys please?" she requested. "Their bus is coming." Tamaki came over to have a look, and sure enough could see a large yellow bus passing the house. He supposed they got dropped off at a bus stop a little ways away from the house. Thankfully, it didn't look too far away. He could see a little area on the corner. That was likely the bus stop.

"Um..yes, that's not a problem," he said as he watched the bus go by.

"I'm sorry. I know I'm usually the one who gets them. I'm just a bit tired right now Tamaki," Kyoya sighed as she slipped off her shoes. Tamaki looked to her and his eyes trailed down a bit. My, her feet looked a bit irritated and her ankles looked swollen. He didn't know too much about pregnancy symptoms. But that was one right? Goodness, it was hard to imagine that she had carried three of his children, and was now carrying another. What did it feel like to be pregnant anyways? Well based on her slightly pained expression, he could only imagine that it was a bit troublesome.

"It's not a problem," he assured her, taking Haruhi's hand. "You just relax for now okay? I won't be long." As Kyoya walked to the sitting room, Tamaki stepped outside and took a moment to just have a look at the outside of their little home. a few Halloween decorations went about the house. Nothing too extravagant. He had the feeling that even if he had wanting something bigger, then Kyoya would have stopped him. Less is more after all...

Tamaki could see the bus stopping at the end of the sidewalk, and led Haruhi to where it was. When the doors opened, a few boys and girls stepped out, all of which were various ages. It would seem they were all elementary schoolers though. That was good, no one too big who could pick on the twins, or give them any trouble. Tamaki stood on the sidewalk along with a few others parents, waiting for the boys. After a little bit, he could see Hikaoru and Kaoru hopping down the bus steps and to the sidewalk. Their shirts were untucked, hair not as neat as it was before, and one of them had their laces untied. Haha, even as small children, he had a bit of trouble telling them apart. "Welcome back you two," Tamaki greeted. "Did you have a nice day?"

"It was alright," one of the boys said, allowing Tamaki to give him a brief hug. "Really boring though."

"Haha I'll bet. I hope you payed attention in class like you were supposed to though," Tamaki chided softly as he got down and began to tie the loose shoelaces of the other twin. Neither of the answered, which made him chuckle. Once he was finished, he encouraged them to follow along with him and Haruhi to go home. The boys seemed to be more interesting in talking with one another, rather then conversing with either Haruhi or their papa. So he decided it was best not to bother them.

When they got back to the house, the twins quickly ran up the stairs, chattering to one another about some sort of game they wanted to play. Haruhi let go of Tamaki's hand and slowly toddled up the steps after them. He watched the three of them run off, before entering the living room to see Kyoya. She sat on the couch with her feet up, leaning back on the arm rest. Tamaki came and sat on the couch, moving her feet so that they would rest in her lap. Then, he gently began to massage her swollen feet. "Mmm. Thank you Tamaki," Kyoya sighed as she let herself relax a bit. "How are you feeling? Any better since this morning?" she asked him. Oh right, she still felt that he might be sick huh?

"Um, I'm alright," he said with a little nod. Kyoya looked to be a little reassured when he said that. "How long was I sick anyhow? When did it start?" he asked. Kyoya looked up towards him, a little surprised that he asked such a question.

"You spiked a fever yesterday morning and it stayed rather high through the day. I'm surprised you're feeling better so soon." She sighed a little. "Then again, I suppose it may have just been a passing cold then. So that's good. Why are you asking me? Surely you haven't forgotten that so soon?" Tamaki bit his lip. How was he supposed to respond to that?

"Well actually..." he said softly. "I have." Kyoya didn't say anything for a moment. Just stared at him.

"Have...what?" she asked.

"Forgotten." He scratched the back of his head, a little unsure of himself. "When I woke up this morning, everything just felt really fuzzy. I didn't, and still can't remember a lot about that happened." Kyoya's brows furrowed in concern.

"Tamaki what are you talking about? What do you mean you can't remember what happened?" Tamaki didn't answer, looking a bit upset. "What can you not remember? The time during which you were sick?"

"Well, farther then that actually." Kyoya removed her feet from Tamaki's lap and sat up.

"Just how much farther are you speaking about?" She asked.

"Well...really far. There's a lot I can't remember right now. I think." Tamaki scratched his head. "I know who you are. And I know who the twins and Haruhi are. But the way I remember them isn't the way that they are. In a sense." Kyoya seemed confused. "I looked in some of our albums. And all of these memories that are in those pictures, are memories that I don't have. Or at least, not in the way that I remember them." He looked at Kyoya. "I remember you as my best friend. My best MALE friend. Not my wife. And the kids weren't my kids. They were also our friends. We were all in the Host Club together. And we...we were like a family. But not actually a family. Not like this. It was never like this. And to be honest, I don't know if I'm more happy, or scared out of my mind right now." Tamaki could feel a tear drip onto his hand. And it didn't take too long for him to realize that the tear was his own. Kyoya's expression was one of concern.

"Tamaki you aren't making much sense. So you have your memories, but they aren't the right ones?" She asked for confirmation. "How does that happen?" Tamaki didn't answer. So Kyoya had to think about it. "Alright. So you know who we are. Our children and me. But not in the way you wish you had. And you have no memories of us as a family?" Tamale shook his head no. "And you're not joking around are you? Because if you are, it really isn't funny." Tamaki glanced at Kyoya, debating what to say. Her face was one of compete disbelief and concern. And why wouldn't it be. To find out her husband had no memories of them was not likely something she expected to hear.

"I wouldn't joke around about this sort of thing. I swear."

"That's right. I know you wouldn't. That's not the sort of person you are," Kyoya said with a shake of her head. So the question that had to be asked was, what next? "Tomorrow, I'll take you down to the hospital okay? Your fever may have been higher then I thought. Or perhaps it was something else that I didn't catch," Kyoya said as she looked him over. "How do you feel, other then the problem with your memories."

"Fine. I don't feel sick, and I don't feel like I was sick," he answered. And that was the truth. He felt as normal as he always did.

"Hm." Kyoya placed one of her slender hands over Tamaki's slightly larger ones. He remembered Kyoya wasn't usually one for physical touch. So this surprised him a good deal. "I'll be honest, I don't know what might be causing this. And I don't know wether or not you'll regain these memories since you've lost them so suddenly. But I do know this. We'll get through this together. We've been through a lot with one another and this is just one of those roadblocks we need to get over. You'll see the doctor tomorrow and we'll find out what's wrong. And then, after that, we'll deal with whatever comes next, Okay?" She promised him. Tanmaki was a bit surprised. Kyoya could be such a pessimist at times. So to hear her speak to him in this way and truly try to comfort him made him feel good. But why did the tears not strop forming in his eyes?

"Forgive me," he said softly before wrapping his arms around Kyoya and holding her close. Kyoya was surprised, but she didn't resist. Instead, she wrapped her arms around him and hugged him as he buried his face in her shoulder. She could feel the way his hands shook. He was afraid. Poor thing. "I'm sorry Kyoya," He suddenly said. "This family is such a precious thing. All families are. Families are supposed to be together and life one another. But to forget mine like this? Especially with another child on the way? I'm so sorry Kyoya." Kyoya sighed softly. This wasn't the first time her husband had put himself down in such a way. It was so disheartening to hear.

"Now now, you have nothing to apologize for. You didn't do this to yourself. This wasn't your fault. We're going to figure this out and get it fixed. We're going to work through this together, I promise," she assured him as she rubbed his back. She wished she knew the likelihood of actually fixing him. To simply loose all of his memories in such a way. Could he really be fixed? She didn't know for certain. But she didn't plan to just give up on him, no way. What could be wrong with him?

"Mommy? Daddy?" Kyoya peeked down when she was called for. Haruhi stood before them, looking concerned. "Why is daddy crying? Is he hurt?" She asked as she gripped tightly to the fabric of her skirt. Kyoya smiled and reached down to pat her head.

"No dear. Daddy is just...not feeling well still. But he'll be okay. Mommy will take him to the doctor tomorrow so he can get better."

"Oh.." Haruhi said softly.. She climbed onto the couch and gave him a hug from behind. "It's okay papa," she said to him. "The doctor will make you all better. It'll be okay." Tamaki turned to look at Haruhi, letting go of his wife. Oh dear, he didn't want to make her worry about him. He sniffled, and managed to smile.

"I'm sorry darling. Daddy's okay, promise. He's just feeling a little sick," he assured her. "the doctor will make me all better. Then I won't cry anymore. Okay? So don't you worry your pretty little head," he said. He kissed the top of her head. That seemed to make Haruhi smile again. The last thing he wanted was to make her upset. Right. He would see the doctor tomorrow, and they would find out what was wrong with him. And they would help him get his memories back. Or at least help him loose the false ones.

Right?