Tubbiful

I do not own Ouran...

Earlier that day:

Bang!

Everyone turned around the see Hani, who'd just popped his sixth balloon. "Don't try and make them too big," Mori cautioned gently, passing across another balloon for him to blow up.

They were decorating the third music room. All the hosts, excluding the happy couple, and Mei were getting ready for a baby shower. Host club style. The room looked like a multi-coloured explosion. Balloons were crammed into every possible place, a table was groaning under the pile of gifts from old clients and friends and a huge banner announcing Haruhi's pregnancy covered the entirety of the back wall.

The twins ran about, throwing streamers over every chair in the vicinity. Mei was following them around, clearing up the mess they'd made. Hani and Mori were in charge of balloons, yet obviously hadn't heard the phrase: Less is more. Kyouya was leaning against the wall overseeing their progress, he'd taken a day off work for this and Tamaki and Haruhi better enjoy it.

"That was Haruhi; I'm going to meet her. You guys meet me at the top of her road in half an hour," Mei announced, closing her phone. Koaru grabbed her coat and threw it to her as she dashed out the door.

"Tch. I thought we'd have more time," Kyouya muttered, calling up the guests to rearrange the time. They hadn't expected Haruhi to contact them, in fact they weren't sure how they were going to get the hardworking girl here at all.

xxxxxx

"Hello?" Tamaki called, he was standing outside the old club room. He couldn't understand why he had been called here; it had been years since he'd visited his old school. He looked down at the note again:

Dear Tamaki,

Please meet me at the club room.

It's important.

From Haruhi.

Kyouya had been certain that he'd be more likely to leave work if his pregnant wife requested it, so they forged a note and asked his personal assistant, Saki, to give it to him. She'd been hesitant; it was obvious that she'd been in love with him for many years. However, when she read the message, the hope that his wife's news was that she was leaving him was so much that Saki couldn't help but deliver it.

"Suoh-san, maybe..." she trailed off as she made eye contact with his huge violet eyes. His mouth was set in a small pout and he kept running a hand through his messy golden hair. He was such a drama queen; she couldn't help but love him for it. She cast him a look that sent his expression into turmoil.

"You don't think... It'll be fine, stop worrying Saki," he scolded half-heartedly, knowing that the one worrying was he. Saki grimaced behind him; her main worry was that this was good news. It hurt so much, following him about. He always talked about his little family, his darling wife, his coming baby. She wished that it was her he told sweet stories about, not that blunt lawyer of his.

"Tamaki!" Haruhi called, Saki ground her teeth. Snapping her pencil in half, how she hated that voice.

"Haruhi what is it? Why did you send me this note? Are you leaving? Are you going to divorce me?" his voice cracked towards the end. He was trying to act up, pretending that he was only kidding. Yet, he couldn't ignore the nagging feeling of fear. He pulled her into a hug, desperate to keep her close.

"You fool, of course I'm not leaving," Haruhi laughed, swiftly kissing him. She'd never been very open about their relationship, but he looked so upset. Inwardly, she cursed Saki, knowing only she could've put that idea in his head. "And, what note?" Her vaguely masculine voice was full of confusion.

"You sent it to my office," Tamaki muttered.

"The host club brought me here, they went in through the other entrance," she explained, ignoring his ramblings.

Simultaneously they looked at the door, Haruhi reached out her hand and was relieved when Tamaki placed his on top of hers. Together they pulled the heavy door open; a swirl of balloons came towards them. The host club sat their positions, surrounded by friends and family from the past and present.

xxxxxx

"Nfm ofn amifie eifeh," Haruhi mumbled through a face full of food. Tamaki's arms were wrapped around her as that sat among friends. Renge bombarded them with questions; it had taken them several minutes before she would listen to them when they told her they weren't naming their child after a character from a dating sim.

"That translates as: Not an anime either," Haruhi told her sternly. Tamaki chuckled, wiping cake crumbs off her face with a napkin.

Haruhi suddenly grabbed Tamaki's hand and placed it on her stomach, "Can you feel it?" she whispered, the baby kicking beneath their hands. She was seven months pregnant, so they'd felt it before. Yet, every time it happened he felt like he was feeling it for the first time. The people surrounding looked at them with awe in their eyes, how could anyone be so in love?

xxxxxx

Haruhi's dad placed a hand on Saki's shoulder, "You'd do well to find someone else," he told her sympathetically. Saki was beautiful, but he knew no one other than Haruhi would ever turn Tamaki's head. However, just in case... Ranka wanted any possible threat to their marriage well out of the way; he knew that Haruhi had found it hard to live without two parents. He wouldn't allow it to happen to his grandchild if Tamaki left. "Find a new man, there a quite a few in this room," he laughed as she scowled at him.

"Stupid old man," she said, tears filled her eyes. He didn't try to stop her as she ran; she'd be embarrassed if he saw her cry. He sighed and moved towards the food table, everyone deserves happiness he thought. His eyes rested on his daughter, she was practically glowing.

Sorry for taking so long. Seeing as I promised a baby shower, I had to do a baby shower. But, I'm not sure how they work since they haven't really caught on in England.

Kagenoneko: They are! But, that's not it. Haruhi says she wants to stop to smell the roses. -cough- Your second review -cough-

Thankyou for the reviews everyone, I'm learning. Just very slowly.

Feel free to give me baby names and genders, I'm stuck.