Setting deadlines for myself now –w– I think it's better, since I'm trying to juggle three fics at the same time P: Not a good thing to do for someone like me.

I don't own Haruhi Suzumiya no Yuutsu! I only own this plot and Haruhi and Kyon's future child~

I had two choices to choose from: Act like I had known what was going on the whole time I had conversed with this future Haruhi, or race out the door and risk her creating another one of those closed space things. Though it was against my will, I decided against the latter, and stepped forward to take the girl in front of me in a small embrace.
"Sorry about that," I muttered into her hair, smelling the fragrant lavender shampoo she must have used.

Haruhi seemed to relax, and hugged me back, then backing away. "Enough of this lovey-dovey stuff," she said in that voice that I had become accustomed to. "Do you want breakfast or not?"

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After finishing up breakfast (Haruhi wasn't a bad cook), I realized that I had no idea what day of the week it was, nor did I know what I did for a living. I looked around the kitchen as Haruhi got up to do the dishes, hoping that there was some kind of clue as to what kind of place I worked in. Well, there wasn't. There was a calendar hung on the refrigerator, showing that today was Sunday, so I didn't have to worry about any kind of job. Yet.

"So, did you find a job yet?" Haruhi asked from the sink.

Oh. So I'm jobless. "...no..."

"Hurry up already!" Haruhi looked like she was going to break the dish in her grasp. "We can't rely on your family all the time, can we?"

"I know, I know," I muttered, sighing. This wasn't what I wanted. Being thrown into an alternate universe and having to bear the weight of a family all of a sudden? No thank you. But the thing was, I wasn't entirely hating it. Could it be that...I liked being with Haruhi like this, in this situation?

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In the end, Haruhi kicked me out of the apartment, yelling something about going to find a job. I almost laughed. That was so Haruhi. Walking along the streets of the town, I saw that almost nothing had changed, which was a good thing. What would Haruhi think if I got lost? She'd definitely call me an idiot.

But how was I supposed to find a job? I wasn't even graduated from high school yet! (Well, at least not in this world.) Not sure of what to do, I decided to stop by a couple stores I was familiar with, to see if they were hiring. If none of them were...I wasn't sure.

First up was the convenience store. I heard that it was pretty easy to get jobs there, and it probably was. There was a sheet of paper stuck onto the glass window, asking for people who were willing to work the late shifts from 9 PM to 3 AM, a total of six hours. I kept the offer in mind and decided to converse about the choices with Haruhi later on. Other than the convenience store, there was also the stationary store, needing someone to work all day shifts, the flower shop, wanting someone to grow high quality cross bred flowers, and the extra class center, requesting for a nighttime English teacher. I ruled out the class center's offer. I could only speak a few words of English. Keeping a mental track of the jobs, I decided to head back to the apartment. It was already noon.

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I was greeted by a book in the face. Peeling it off me, I stared down at its contents, then closed it to see the title. 1001 Names for the Expecting Parents, it read. Oh. "Help me decide! We only have five months left" Haruhi exclaimed, taking the book back and striding into the apartment, headed for the kitchen. We both sat down at the table, which was already set and laid with food.

"But before we do that, did you find a job?" Haruhi asked, picking up her chopsticks and whispering a quiet 'Idadakimasu', ready to eat. I did the same, eating a small mouthful of rice.

"There are three job offers," I told her. "I could work a night shift at the convenience store from 9 to 3, work a day shift at the stationary store, or breed perfect crossbreed flowers for the flower shop."

Haruhi stared at me. "And?"

"...I was going to ask you which job you think I should take. You know, with the times and all."

She snorted. "You should make your own decisions. But since you asked, take the convenience store offer. WIth your salary plus mine, we should be okay with not relying on your parents to help us."

Job? Haruhi had a job? Her working in this condition wasn't the best thing to do. "Don't work for too long," I advised. "Your body–"

She snorted again. "I can't collapse or go into premature labor from typing on the computer."

Oh. So it was a home job. I decided not to ask her what exactly it was.

"Now," Haruhi said, looking into my eyes once again. "A name!"

Yet another short chapter… T_T I'm so sorry. But I thought it would be good to end there.

My question for you? What should their kid's name be? You can suggest boy or girl names, since I haven't decided yet. And keep them Japanese P: