(A/N) Hi everyone! I'm still alive! Things have been really hectic lately—I just started college a month ago, have already switched my major, walk an average of 15,000 steps a day...I'm also taking Japanese, which isn't too hard, but I have to set aside time pretty much every night for studying/homework, so it's been hard to fit in time for writing, especially when all I want to do is lay in bed :) Not only that, I've been trying to write for another fic of mine that hasn't been updated since last October ^^;

With that aside, I hope you all enjoy chapter 7 (8?)!


The next morning, Tamaki quietly informed Haruhi of the previous evening's events, and reluctantly told her of the impending meeting between their fathers. Though understanding of the information, Haruhi forced herself to hold back tears as she bade Tamaki farewell until the afternoon.

The club meeting appeared normal as Haruhi walked into the Third Music Room that afternoon. She quietly put away her bag behind the curtain before brushing some hair out of her face and adjusting her uniform. It had become a tad too tight, and she was starting to get self conscious about it.

Before she could even begin to prepare for the day's meeting, Tamaki called her name. While this normally annoyed her to some extent, this on top of everything else that was going on only made her more irritated.

"What?" she sighed, hoping Tamaki would come to her rather than the other way around. When Tamaki walked over to the corner in which she was standing, she couldn't help but relax a bit.

"What's your schedule this week?" he asked, phone out and ready to write stuff down. His eagerness caught Haruhi a little off-guard, but she complied nonetheless.

"You know I have my next doctor's appointment Friday evening, but otherwise every other day is free after club meetings. Why?"

"I wanted us to talk to my dad sometime this week, before he talks to yours. Just so he can get your side of the story; maybe hearing it from you will change his mind—"

"Are you sure that's a good idea? You just told him yesterday," Haruhi pointed out. "I don't want to aggravate the situation any further."

Tamaki rolled his eyes. "You won't aggravate it," he scoffed. "We're going to talk to him on Saturday. You have a sonogram at this appointment, right? Maybe if we show him he'll be more open to it."

"What, more open to the fact that he's going to become a grandfather at the age of forty-something?"

"Look, that aside, let's just try our best, okay?"


The week dragged on before Friday finally rolled around, and Haruhi was as nervous as she could possibly be. Since school was still her primary focus, she tried not to talk about the situation, though it was always at the back of her mind. This being a doctor's appointment, however, would force her to think about it.

The Fujiokas' apartment had become the "agreed" meeting place, much to Haruhi's chagrin. Much like two weeks earlier, Haruhi couldn't stay still for more than a few minutes in anticipation of the evening's events. Ranka didn't have to work this night, but it was very obvious a baby was not something he wanted to talk about at the moment.

"Haruhi, come help me with dinner," Ranka called in an effort to calm his daughter's nerves. "You don't have to do much; just help me sautée these vegetables."

"Okay!" Haruhi responded, shutting a book she had picked up to pass the time.

She hurried into the kitchen, where Ranka was chopping carrots and onions. "Just put these in the pan," he told her, nodding towards the pile of already-chopped vegetables.

Things were fine until dinner had been finished, then Haruhi's nerves started up again. She opened the book from earlier—one she had read at least twice—and picked up from the place she had left off, but couldn't keep her focus.

Finally she heard the long-awaited knock on the door, and ran to put on her shoes and answer the door.

"Hi," she said, a bit out of breath.

Tamaki blinked. "Are you ready?"

Haruhi nodded, and the two left the apartment and headed to the limo parked in front of the complex.

"After you." Tamaki gestured to the car, which Haruhi promptly climbed into. Tamaki slid in after her, and the chauffeur closed the door.

It wasn't until the limo had started to move when conversation began. "We're going to get to see it today," said Haruhi with uncertainty.

This remark caused Tamaki's demeanor to change entirely. "I can't wait," he told her, a large grin plastered across his face. "You know, it's already the size of a grape, and it has little arm and leg nubs, and it's gonna start looking like an actual person now, and—"

"You've actually been doing research on this?!" Haruhi exclaimed. "I'm...really surprised."

Not that she was actually surprised Tamaki would be invested in this, it was just so different from his behavior at the previous appointment.

Tamaki smiled. "Of course I have; it's my baby too."

Maybe he had finally decided to follow her advice to take things seriously.


The two entered the hospital in a manner similar to the previous time, and were currently sitting in an exam room, waiting for Dr. Tsukuda to come in. Haruhi and Tamaki had otherwise just been making small talk, their entire relationship having become awkward since the "incident".

A knock was heard at the door before it promptly opened. "Good evening," said Dr. Tsukuda with a smile, peeking her head in to make sure she had the right room before entering and closing the door behind her. "How are things?"

Haruhi half-smiled. "Everything's...well."

"That is good to hear." The doctor pulled out a pen and prepared to write on the clipboard. "Okay, it looks like we're going to do a sonogram today, but I have to ask some questions first. Have you had any morning sickness?"

On the inside, Haruhi rolled her eyes; on the outside, she nodded. "Every single day," she sighed, "sometimes, all day."

"I can prescribe something if you'd like."

"Please."

Dr. Tsukuda nodded and proceeded to scribble a note onto Haruhi's file before turning to Tamaki. "And did you ever find out what disease or condition your mother has…?"

Tamaki tensed up, realizing he had forgotten to ask his father. "...I'm seeing him tomorrow; I'll ask him then."

Obviously irritated, Dr. Tsukuda nodded. "It's important you find out as soon as possible so we can run tests, if necessary."

"Yes, ma'am, I understand."

"Do I need to be taking any prenatal vitamins?" asked Haruhi.

"Yes," the doctor replied, "especially with all the...risk factors involved. I'll write a prescription for those as well." She wrote more things down on the file before looking back up. "Alright, now that we have that taken care of, how would you two like to see your baby?"


Haruhi had reclined on an exam table, her shirt folded over her breasts as she waited for the ultrasound technician to begin. The sonogram machine was warming up, and Tamaki anxiously waited in a chair next to the exam table as he watched the technician's every move.

"This is probably going to feel very cold," the technician told Haruhi before squeezing a glob of gel onto her lower stomach. As expected, Haruhi flinched as the wand was moved around. The black and white image came up on the screen, and everyone eagerly watched as the technician found what she was looking for.

Tamaki and Haruhi gasped in awe. Tamaki had, surprisingly, been right—the baby was roughly the size of a grape, and tiny arms and legs were beginning to form. Though Haruhi couldn't feel yet, it was very obviously moving and seemed to be very healthy.

"Everything looks great," said the technician, moving the wand a bit to get as better of a look as she could of one end. "This is the head," she told the other two, pointing, "and these are the arms, and the legs…"

Haruhi couldn't believe it. It all seemed real now. This was her baby. Hers and Tamaki's. Growing inside of her. And she was instantly in love.

When everything was finished, Haruhi and Tamaki received a copy of the sonogram before making their way up to the front desk to make the next appointment. Two weeks, since the pregnancy was being considered high risk. Once that was taken care of, they went out to wait for the chauffeur, feeling twice as excited as they had before the appointment.

After getting into the limousine, Tamaki immediately turned to Haruhi. "I can't believe it," he told her. "We're having a baby."

"We're having a baby," she repeated, things not really seeming real up until this point. "Just...wow."

Tamaki was all smiles, until he remembered something. "Oh. Um. We still need to talk to my dad."

Haruhi tried to hold her tongue, but couldn't. "Shit."

"Okay, how about this." Tamaki turned to Haruhi. "My dad works tomorrow until noon. What if I meet you at your apartment tomorrow morning around nine, then we go to my dad's office and talk to him?"

"Why don't we just wait until after he finishes working? I wouldn't want to disturb him…"

"He never actually does any work work on Saturdays, just organizational things… Come on. We'd get it over with."

Haruhi sighed. "Fine."


Haruhi couldn't believe she was about to talk to the chairman.

It wasn't school related, nor was it of her own accord.

She was about to talk to the chairman because Tamaki insisted on talking to him about their baby.

God, this is weird. I'm carrying the school board chairman's grandchild.

"Are you ready?" asked Tamaki, breaking Haruhi out of her thoughts.

"Hm?"

"Are you ready to go in?"

The knot in her stomach that had since disappeared quickly reformed. "I...guess so."

Tamaki nodded and knocked on the door. "Come in," called a voice from inside.

Motioning for Haruhi to stay, Tamaki cracked the door open and stuck his head inside. "Oh, Tamaki, I wasn't expecting you," his father said in a tone that could only be described as a mixture of surprise and disappointment. "Please, come in."

Tamaki glanced at Haruhi, indicating she should come inside the office as well. He opened the door wider and gestured for her to enter.

"...Miss Fujioka." Yuzuru tensed up in his seat, and his demeanor changed entirely. "I believe we have an important matter to discuss."

"That's...why we're here." Tamaki sat down, prompting Haruhi to do the same.

Yuzuru sighed. "I hope you two realize how serious of a situation this is," he firmly said. "Forgive me for being blunt, but various forms of birth control are available. What were you two thinking?"

Haruhi made quick eye contact with Tamaki before deciding to speak up. "Please excuse me, Mr. Chairman, but we weren't thinking; in fact, we were not capable of thinking under the circumstances. Hence, the lack of safe sexual practice."

I can't believe you just told the school board chairman why you didn't use a condom.

There was a long pause before anyone said anything. "It is...rather unfortunate, but I understand, Miss Fujioka, that you and my son are set on keeping this child and providing it the best possible."

"Yes, sir."

"And I hope you know what implications this has, especially for the Suoh family."

"Yes, sir, and I apologize for the inconveniences."

"Inconveniences is quite an understatement." Mr. Suoh sighed again before continuing. "I'm sure you're aware that we cannot possibly allow you to continue using your scholarship under the present circumstances."

This reminder caused Tamaki to begin freaking out. "But Dad, I already told you—"

"Hush, I want to hear it from her."

Haruhi shifted uncomfortably before agreeing. "Yes, sir. However, don't intend for this to prevent me from continuing with my education."

Yuzuru paused. "...Ouran Academy does provide a computer-based learning program, but that is primarily used for students with extended illnesses or business-related situations that render them unable to attend classes on campus."

"But Dad, can't you make an exce—"

"Let me finish," Mr. Suoh sighed before continuing. "Miss Fujioka, I understand you are very serious about continuing your education, and despite these unforeseen circumstances, are still the top-ranking student in your class. And, partially because of my connection to the child, I am willing to make an exception."

Haruhi and Tamaki looked at each other in shock. "Are you...serious?" Haruhi exclaimed. "You aren't going to drop my scholarship?"

Yuzuru chuckled. "I could never do that in good conscience. How can I say 'no' to someone wanting to reach their academic goals?"

"Thank you so much, sir!" Haruhi jumped up and bowed deeply. "I don't know how I'll ever repay you!"

"You're giving me a grandchild; I think that's enough." Mr. Suoh smiled softly. "How...far along are you?"

"Eleven weeks."

Tamaki remembered the sonogram from the previous evening, and pulled it out of his pocket and sat it on his father's desk. "Here it is."

Yuzuru picked up the sonogram off the desk and looked at it. "I see," he said, smiling before returning the picture to his son.

Haruhi was about to say something, but Yuzuru began to talk before she could say anything. "While I am being quite generous, I hope you two realize you must make every effort to hide this from my mother." He turned to Tamaki. "Especially you, Tamaki. I really want you to try to develop a positive relationship with her for the next several months. She will obviously find out eventually, but I'd like for the relationship between the two of you to at least be somewhat positive to lessen the blow."

"Yes, sir."

Mr. Suoh stood up and adjusted his suit jacket. "Well, thank you both for taking the time to talk to me. Miss Fujioka, I will be speaking to your father soon to discuss the situation further."

"Thank you so much, sir!" Haruhi stood and bowed again.

"Oh, it's nothing. I suppose I will see both of you in the near future."

And with that, Haruhi was sure her place at Ouran Academy had been saved.


(A/N) Reviews are always appreciated! This story is also on my AO3 (MiyaWritesThings), so drop a kudos there if you'd like!