Epilogue: Home
A/N: Oh my gosh, here it is… the epilogue… I just can't believe it… It has been a hell of a ride. I never expected to write such a long fic when I wrote the first chapter, but I'm so happy I did. I've received so many wonderful reviews (I may actually hit 100! I'm so freaking excited, you guys don't even know!). I don't know how that happened, but I am so incredibly grateful for all the kind words I've received, and I cannot even begin to express my thanks. I am so happy that so many people have reviewed or favorited this fic, and I have received so many kind messages. It's been quite an experience and I'm really glad I expanded on this fanfic as much as I did. It ended up being a ton of fun. So thank you all from the bottom of my heart.
This chapter is based on the song Home, by Philip Philips, and even though my first thought when I hear this song is the US women's gymnastics team, I thought it was a very appropriate song given that this epilogue is simply going to be a little follow-up into everyone's lives. It's just a nice, sweet, mostly drama-free ending.
Also, because I'm sooo freaking addicted to the song right now, I basically shoehorned in I Love It by Icona Pop. Listen to it the second you get the chance! Watch the video! It's really great! And I fell in love with the idea of Kaoru making that his ringtone for Haruhi. It seemed to fit.
Disclaimer: I don't own Ouran Host Club or any of the songs or lyrics used in the creation of this fic; nor do I have any affiliation with any of the artists.
Mori hated to spend even a single night away from his lovely bride, so the week in China had been nothing short of torture for him. Even the presence of his cousin and best friend had not soothed the ache he felt in his heart that only eased when his phone lit up with a text message from his wife.
They hadn't even been together for two years yet, but he could not imagine life without her. The very thought of returning to an empty house as he had been accustomed to… it gave him chills, and he hoped Haruhi was doing okay during his absence.
She sounded fine when they talked, as they did every night. She had been to see Arisa and the children one night, and had enjoyed a pleasant evening with Tamaki and Kyouya another night. The twins had been eager to keep watchful eyes on her, and it had taken every ounce of Haruhi's stubborn streak to keep them from kidnapping her and removing her to their mansion while Mori was gone. So she wasn't lonely, that was a weight off his mind.
Only one more meeting to get through, and then he and Mitsukuni could get onto their plane back to Japan. He and Haruhi had already planned to have a quiet evening together, and Mori was looking forward to it.
As though his thoughts had somehow reached her, his phone lit up with a text message. "Hello love, how are you?"
"Good. How are you?" Mori typed back.
"I'm fine. I miss you though."
"I miss you too."
"Do you know what your schedule is like for next week? I wanted to have a dinner with the rest of the Host Club."
"Let me ask Mitsukuni."
The meeting had not started yet, so Mori leaned over to his cousin and relayed Haruhi's request. Honey pulled out his own phone and looked at his calendar. "I think the only day I'm unavailable is the sixth. Arisa's parents are coming over that night. I'm glad Haru-chan is planning another of these get-togethers. They're so much fun."
Mori nodded his agreement. Since their wedding, Haruhi had made it a point to get everyone in the Host Club together at least two or three times a month for dinner and drinks. There had been too many hurt feelings and secrets between the Club members recently, and she was determined that everything be smoothed over. It seemed to be going well. Hikaru had finally forgiven Kyouya, and he had been the last angry hold-out.
Mori reached for his phone again. "Any night but the sixth."
"Okay, I'll keep that in mind."
"Meeting is starting. Love you."
"Love you too."
A quick smile flashed across Mori's face for just a moment before vanishing as he slipped his phone into his pocket, ready for the meeting to begin.
Hold on to me as we go
As we roll down this unfamiliar road
And although this wave is stringing us along
Just know you're not alone
'Cause I'm gonna make this place your home
Kaoru Hitachiin tapped his pencil against the blank sheet of paper in front of him. He had been trying for over an hour to come up with a design for next season, but he was drawing a blank. He glared at the crumpled sheets of paper scattered around him and his desk as though they had personally offended him.
He found his thoughts straying to Haruhi, wondering if she would consent to come over and model for him soon. Somehow, his best friend brought out his creative side in ways that no other model could, not even his brother.
"I got this feeling on a summer day when you were gone. I crashed my car into the bridge, I watched, I let it burn. I threw your shit into a bag and pushed it down the stairs. I crashed my car into a bridge... I don't care! I love it! I don't care!"
Kaoru hummed along with the song that was suddenly stuck in his head. It reminded him of Haruhi. Free-spirited... independent... fiercely feminine... like a tigress... Almost without thinking, his pencil began skating across the page, a new creation suddenly appearing. Something dark, with subtle hints of gold, a flash of gold across the chest... like a tiger in the jungle...
"You're on a different road, I'm in the Milky Way. You want me down on Earth, but I am up in space. You're so damn hard to please, we gotta kill this switch. You're from the 70's, but I'm a 90's bitch. I love it! I love it!"
Just as Kaoru was wondering whether this would make a better shirt or short dress, it suddenly hit him. This song was Haruhi's ringtone, and his phone was ringing. He grabbed it just before it went to voicemail. "Hi Haruhi!" he exclaimed.
"Jeeze, what took you so long?" she asked, sounding more amused than exasperated.
"My muse is a fickle mistress and I was attempting to appease her lest she abandon me once again."
"Very funny... Anyways, I was thinking that the Host Club should get together after Takashi and Honey are back... What days are you and Hikaru free?"
"Umm..." Kaoru sighed, looking around for his laptop. "Shoot... hold on a sec... Ahh, there's the calendar... Looks like we have stuff going on... on the fifth, sixth, ninth, and tenth."
"Well the sixth was already out... but okay. I have to call Kyouya and Tamaki, but I'll text you later with the date."
"Okay. By the way, do you happen to know any beautiful brunette ladies that would like to model for me this weekend?"
"Well, I guess I could ask a couple of my coworkers, but..."
Kaoru rubbed his forehead with the heel of his hand. "Oh Haruhi... What am I going to do with you?"
"What? I don't... Oh! You meant me, didn't you?"
"Who else would I mean? You know you're my favorite model."
"It sounds fun, but I'll have to get back with you, okay?"
"Yeah, sure. Mori's coming home tonight, right?"
"Uh huh!" And the excitement in her voice was unmistakable.
"Well you kids have fun tonight. Talk to you later."
"Okay, bye!"
Kaoru smiled as he hung up the phone, then turned back to his sketch. Now that he'd made something he was happy with, the ideas came quickly and the rest of his afternoon was surprisingly productive.
Since it was the middle of the week and both brothers had been hard at work, they decided to enjoy a relaxing evening at home rather than hitting the town. The twins sprawled together on the couch, with Kaoru's head on Hikaru's stomach and Hikaru's arm around Kaoru's chest. Their obvious closeness had a habit of confusing their dates, but neither brother saw anything strange about the way they interacted.
They were watching a movie and texting friends when Hikaru suddenly cursed. "Damnit... What the heck? Ahh, jeeze, she never texts me..."
"What's wrong?" Kaoru asked, not lifting his eyes from his phone.
"Remember Vedette?"
"You still talk to her? We haven't been in Paris for four months... and didn't you meet her almost two years ago?"
"Yeah, we still talk..." Hikaru was actually blushing as he said this. "But usually we talk on the phone or something... She's never texted me before."
"And your French spelling is atrocious," Kaoru said. "Actually, your spelling in general is atrocious."
"Shut up!" Hikaru exclaimed, playfully shoving his brother.
Kaoru sighed dramatically. "Give it here."
Hikaru pressed his phone into Kaoru's hand, and received his twin's phone in return. "Are you seriously texting Kyouya?'
Kaoru glanced up. "Yeah, I am... If you can't be nice to him, then give it back."
"No, I'll be nice..." Hikaru muttered sulkily, scrolling through the conversation his brother had been having with the Shadow King. "Jeeze, I've never been happier in my life that Kyouya and Tamaki are dating."
"What? Why?"
"Because if they weren't... I bet you'd be dating Kyouya."
"What? No!" Kaoru exclaimed. "He and Haruhi would probably still be pretending that their marriage was normal."
"Good point..." Hikaru sighed.
" Vedette wants to know when we'll be back in Paris."
"When will we?"
"Three months from now."
Hikaru's face fell. "Really?"
Kaoru lifted an eyebrow. "...We do have a free week coming two weeks from now... A European vacation might be fun..."
Hikaru grinned. "I love that plan. You're being nice to Vedette, right?"
"Of course I am, jeeze... She seems nice. Really eager to see you actually. Or maybe to see me. She loves the romantic shit I'm sending her."
"How is it that you can charm your way into a girl's pants faster than I can?" Hikaru complained.
"Well, you have a way of getting guys, so it works out," Kaoru teased him.
Hikaru was about to retort when the phone in his hand lit up. "Kai? You're still texting Kai? I thought you two only dated for like a month."
"Yeah, well... He went back to his ex-boyfriend for a while... but they broke up again last month... So he and I have been talking a little. It's not serious..."
"Yet?"
Kaoru shrugged. "What does he want?"
"He wants to know if you'll be hitting the town this weekend."
Kaoru looked back up at Hikaru. "Will we?"
That was a carefully loaded question. Hikaru was incredibly protective of his twin, and could get very aggressive if he didn't like Kaoru's dates.
Hikaru sighed. "I'll tell him you're hitting the town with me... but he's welcome to join us. And maybe you two can sneak away for a while or something."
Kaoru grinned. "Cool. And Vedette is absolutely thrilled that you'll be coming out, and she's talking about her new lingerie..."
Hikaru couldn't help but laugh. "I should have had you talk to her ages ago!" Then he glanced at the phone again. "Hey, it's Haruhi... She says the get-together is going to be on the eighth at her and Mori's house. Wait, what get-together?"
"Oh, right... She called earlier and asked when we were free for a Host Club dinner."
"I thought Tamaki and Kyouya were supposed to host the next one."
"Well maybe something came up. Hm, Vedette says she needs to stop texting you while she's at work."
"Nice..." Hikaru laughed, pulling his twin a little closer. Kaoru tilted his head to rest it more comfortably against Hikaru and they switched phones again to carry on their conversations.
Settle down, it'll all be clear
Don't pay no mind to the demons
They fill you with fear
The trouble, it might drag you down
If you get lost, you can always be found
Kyouya frowned down at his laptop. He was actually very pleased with the projected numbers he had just calculated, but he was less than impressed with how much longer it would take before this fledgling company would be making enough money…
He had been texting Kaoru most of the evening, sharing his thoughts about the new company, but Kaoru hadn't replied for a while. Kyouya thought about texting Haruhi, but… the person he really wanted to see was Tamaki. He hadn't seen his best friend since that morning.
His head nearly snapped back when he felt lips brush his ear, but Tamaki had anticipated that and his hand held Kyouya's head in place as he leaned around to kiss the dark-haired man properly on the lips.
"Hello there," Tamaki said cheerfully. "I thought I might find you in here."
Kyouya glanced briefly around the study where he practically lived nowadays. "Where else would I be?"
"If you were anyone else, I might think you'd be having a social life or perhaps just eating or sleeping… All you do is work," the blonde told him reprovingly.
Kyouya winced. That was a familiar refrain, though he'd heard it more from a certain brunette girl…
Seeing the expression on his lover's face, Tamaki looked slightly abashed. "Sorry, that wasn't fair. I know you're doing it for us."
Kyouya didn't answer. The newest plan was for the pair to start their own company and live off the earnings from that, just in case their families disinherited them. Kyouya was confident that he could pull this off. It wasn't the first time he'd started his own company. But between working at his job in the family business and starting up the company… he was feeling rather worn out.
Tamaki wrapped his arms around Kyouya's shoulder and rested his chin against the other's man's hair. "I can't wait until I can introduce you as my partner," he joked.
Kyouya actually let a bark of laughter escape his lips at the double meaning. "Have you told your family yet that you're moving in?"
Tamaki's chin swiveled through Kyouya's hair as he shook his head. "Not yet…" he mumbled.
"No hurry," Kyouya reminded him. "It might actually be rather funny if your grandmother comes to visit you at the penthouse, only to find that you haven't lived there in weeks…"
Tamaki chuckled warmly. "It would be rather amusing. But I think we both want to keep the move as quiet as possible."
Kyouya nodded. "If we're lucky, no one will even notice… And if they do… well, you're my best friend. You practically live here already."
"Actually…" Tamaki began, then trailed off.
"You started packing?"
"I started moving," Tamaki admitted. "That's why I came in here, to ask you where I should start putting things."
Kyouya jumped up so quickly that he nearly knocked Tamaki over. "Well, why didn't you say so? Let's go do that, unpacking sounds much more appealing than work right now."
They walked together into the entryway where servants were already carting the boxes off to appropriate rooms. Not for the first time did Kyouya appreciate their discretion. He was sure that most, if not all, of the servants understood the nature of his relationship with Tamaki, but none of them had said a word to him, and he trusted them not to gossip.
The pair retreated to their shared bedroom and began making space for Tamaki's clothes in the closet and dressers. It was pleasant work as they talked and joked together with the ease that comes from being such close friends for so long. Kyouya could not ignore the molten sensations of pleasure that pooled in his stomach every time he thought that this was real, that Tamaki was really moving in with him. He was elated, to put it mildly.
Absently he reached into a drawer at the same moment that Tamaki did, and their brushing hands seemed to generate sparks as they touched. Both paused, then grinned at each other. Tamaki reached out, fingertips lightly caressing Kyouya's cheek, and Kyouya exhaled, reveling in the contact. They leaned in towards each other, lips only a hairsbreadth apart…
And Kyouya jumped as his phone vibrated in his pocket, and he swore, wondering who could possibly be texting him at this hour. But he was actually relieved to see Haruhi's name on his screen. He opened the text curiously.
"Hey Kyouya. I wanted to invite the Host Club over this week. When are you and Tamaki free?"
Kyouya thought for a moment, then checked his calendar. "Tamaki, you still have that event on the fifth, correct?"
"Yeah, why?" the blonde asked.
"Haruhi wants to invite the Host Club over this week."
"Huh… But… I thought you and I were supposed to be hosting this one," Tamaki said, a slight pout appearing on his face.
"I'm sure she has her reasons," Kyouya pointed out gently.
"I guess," Tamaki sighed.
Kyouya quickly sent Haruhi a return text. "The eighth or ninth would work best, although the eleventh might also be acceptable."
She replied only a moment later. "The eighth it is then. The usual time, okay?"
"Of course. We shall see you then. You are doing well?"
"Yes, thank you. Takashi should be home any minute."
Kyouya smiled at the obvious happiness in one simple message, conveyed without the use of any of those silly emoticons. "Have a pleasant evening then. See you soon."
He returned the phone to his pocket and then looked at Tamaki's expectant expression.
"So? What day?"
"The eighth."
"Great," Tamaki said, smiling that beautiful smile that never failed to melt Kyouya's heart. "Now… where were we?" he asked, his fingers tracing patterns on the back of Kyouya's hand.
In answer, Kyouya pushed Tamaki back towards their bed, pinning the other man easily and kissing him.
"Ah, yes…" Tamaki sighed when they broke for air. "Though I think I had planned to pin you."
"Did you now?" Kyouya said, lifting a skeptical eyebrow. "Well, I like this better."
"Of course you do," Tamaki laughed, reaching up to pull his lover in for another kiss.
Just know you're not alone
'Cause I'm gonna make this place your home
Honey relaxed in the shotgun seat of Takashi's car. He wasn't entirely sure why his cousin insisted on driving himself everywhere, but it was sort of nice to ride shotgun and not have anyone else in the car. Their suitcases were in the trunk, the radio was on, and Honey was beaming from the successful meeting with the firm's biggest Chinese customers.
Honey couldn't help but glance at the clock again. Arisa knew what time he was supposed to be home, and she wouldn't put the kids to bed until he was home. Even if she tried, they wouldn't go because they knew was expected home that night. And he'd called from the airport to let them know he'd landed and would be home soon.
The young-looking blonde suddenly realized that he was practically bouncing in his seat, and he quickly stopped. Then he glanced at his cousin. Takashi was determinedly staring at the road, but one corner of his mouth twitched, indicating a repressed smile at his older cousin's antics.
"Sorry," Honey said with a sheepish grin. "It's just always nice to come home to the family after a business trip like this. I'm so glad we don't have to leave the country often."
Takashi nodded his agreement.
Honey smiled. "This was your first trip away since you and Haruhi started dating!" he realized suddenly. "I bet you're even more anxious to get home then I am!"
"Hmm…" Takashi made a noncommittal noise, not entirely agreeing with his cousin, but not willing to contradict him either. Years as best friends and cousins, living so close to each other all the time, it had made them able to communicate perfectly, even without words.
Honey couldn't help but kick his feet. "I can't wait," he said happily. "It's indescribable, coming home after being away for so long… Though I could do without the in-laws coming over," he added with a grimace.
Takashi made a slight coughing sound.
"Host Club get-together on the eighth, right?" Honey reaffirmed. Takashi had received a text from Haruhi just before they left the airport, asking him to tell Honey as well.
"Yeah," Takashi agreed with a nod. Then he glanced at Honey. "Arisa doesn't mind?"
"No, she doesn't," Honey said honestly. His wife had attended one dinner with the Host Club, but had quickly found herself out of her depth with the old schoolmates. She had quickly agreed that it was best if she didn't come to any more, and she seemed perfectly happy to stay home with the children, as long as Honey would watch the kids while she went out with her girlfriends. The twins had never brought significant others to these gatherings either, although Honey wasn't sure whether it was for the same reason, or if they just didn't want to introduce their closest friends to the flavor of the month.
Honey shook himself away from that line of thought as Takashi pulled into the driveway of Honey's estate. And he couldn't stop himself from lighting up when he saw Arisa standing in the doorway.
As soon as the car stopped, Honey was out of it and hurrying up the steps towards his wife. They embraced, kissing happily, and for a moment the rest of the world vanished. Until they were jarred back to reality by a high-pitched squeal.
"Ewwww! Mommy and Daddy are KISSING!" Kagura squawked.
Honey and Arisa looked at each other and laughed at the horrified look on their daughter's face. Momiji ignored the parental displays of affection and threw himself out the door.
"UNCLE TAKA!" he shouted, hugging his favorite uncle. Takashi had just removed Honey's suitcase from the trunk, and he sat it down just in time to catch his young nephew in a gentle hug. "Hi Uncle Taka! Did you and Daddy have fun in China?" the little boy asked sweetly.
"We did," Takashi said softly, his dark eyes gentle and affectionate as he crouched to be able to look the small boy in the eye.
"Did you bring me anything?" Momiji asked.
"I helped your dad pick out your presents," Takashi said simply.
"Yay!" the boy exclaimed, hugging his beloved uncle again. "Are you coming inside, Uncle Taka?"
Takashi's eyebrows knitted together slightly as he tried to figure out how to answer the boy in a way that wouldn't disappoint him.
Kagura had hugged her father by then and was now standing with her hands on her hips as she glared at her brother. "He's not coming in, dummy!" she exclaimed.
The boy looked shocked and hurt. "What? Why not?"
His sister just huffed, obviously irritated that he hadn't figured it out.
Momiji suddenly came to a realization. "Where's Aunt Haru?"
Kagura grinned, pleased her brother had figured it out. Takashi couldn't seem to help but smile at the boy. "She is at home, waiting for me."
"Ooooh, cuz you just got back from China… and you haven't seen her yet!" Momiji said.
"Right. I had to bring your dad home first."
The boy hugged his uncle again. "Thank you Uncle Taka! Now go see Aunt Haru! She misses you!"
Honey and Arisa exchanged quick smiles at the pleased look on Takashi's face. Then Honey walked down to grab his suitcase and his son. "See you at the office then?" he asked his cousin.
"Of course, Mitsukuni," Takashi said with a nod. "Arisa… I hope you understand if I don't stay…" he said hesitantly.
She was already shaking her head. "Go home, Takashi!" she exclaimed happily. "Have a nice night, and thank you for bringing Mitsukuni home!"
The sun was setting fast as Takashi pulled out of the driveway. The little Haninozuka family all waved goodbye before heading into their house. Honey gave the children the little gifts he'd picked up in China, then put them to bed before finding his wife in their bedroom. She was sitting at her dressing table, brushing out her long golden hair. Honey reached into his pocket for one last present.
Arisa gasped as Honey held up the glimmering necklace to her neck for her inspection. "Oh… Mitsukuni…" she gasped. "It's so beautiful…"
"Only the best for you," he said, kissing her neck as fastened the clasp. "Wear it when your parents come over so they know I still spoil you," he teased.
Arisa laughed, slapping gently at his hands. "Oh hush! You know they like you!"
"They like you and they like their grandkids. They tolerate me."
Arisa laughed again, a sweet musical laugh that made Honey smile. Then she reached up to take off the necklace, carefully placing it in her jewelry box. Then she wrapped her arms around him and kissed him warmly. "I'm glad you're home, dear."
"Me too, Arisa… me too."
Settle down, it'll all be clear
Don't pay no mind to the demons
They fill you with fear
The trouble, it might drag you down
If you get lost, you can always be found
Haruhi sat on the deck behind the home she shared with Mori. From there she had a perfect view of the sunset, and of the fountain where he had proposed to her… Even all these months later, it still made her heart race when she looked down at that pretty ring sparkling on her finger. It hadn't been anything like this with Kyouya. But that was fine. Haruhi had finally come to terms with that relationship and put it to bed. She and Kyouya were close friends again, just the way it was meant to be. And soon the man she loved more than anything in the world would be home, back in her arms where he belonged.
She leaned comfortably against the railing of the deck, watching as the stars winked into existence, one by one. She held her cellphone in one hand in case someone wanted to get in touch with her, and the other hand traced the front of her shirt absently. Her eyes closed as she wondered when Takashi would be home, and what she would say to him when he arrived…
"Haruhi?"
She opened her eyes, wondering how long she'd been sitting there. It was much darker now, and the stars were bright all over the sky. Turning, she could see Mori standing just outside the door leading to the house.
"Takashi! You're back!" she exclaimed happily. She was barely on her feet by the time he'd crossed the deck and she was in his arms, their lips crashing together… Though it had only been a few days, it had been far too long, and she clung to him eagerly.
When they finally broke for air, Haruhi looked up at her husband, her eyes shining happily. He was gazing down at her with affection… and perhaps just a little bit of concern.
"How was your trip?" she asked him breathlessly.
"Too long," he said simply, kissing her again. "Are you okay?"
"Why?" she teased. "Don't think I can survive without you?"
He smiled, but would not be dissuaded. "That wasn't an answer."
Haruhi took pains to make sure her smile didn't falter. "Come sit with me," she said, rather than answer the question.
Mori didn't frown exactly, but he didn't look happy with her answer. But he sat down on the deck and she tucked herself next to him so they could look at each other easily.
"I do have something to tell you actually," she said once they were both seated. "I… I actually thought about telling you before you left, but… I just wasn't sure…"
Mori's head tilted just a fraction of an inch to one side as he studied her, trying to figure out where she was going with this.
"And… I guess that's also why I wanted the whole Host Club to come over… I know Kyouya and Tamaki were looking forward to hosting, but… I just can't wait to tell everyone…"
Mori's brow furrowed slightly as he tried to put the pieces together. Haruhi tried to stop herself from smiling, but she didn't think she was entirely successful. So she grabbed his hands, deciding not to keep him in suspense for another minute.
"Takashi… I'm pregnant."
His jaw actually dropped when she said that. "Are you sure?" he asked at last.
She nodded. "I went to the doctor two days ago. Sixteen weeks."
And with that, he pulled her into his arms, kissing her more passionately than he had in a while, and Haruhi was relieved. They had talked only briefly of having children, and Takashi, in his usual stoic way, had left the decision entirely up to her.
If she was being honest with herself, Haruhi had never even thought about having children until fairly recently. When she and Kyouya got married, both had agreed that children were not in the cards at the time… she needed to focus on her schooling, and he was trying to work his way through the ranks of the family business. And then after she was done with school, she had been so busy establishing her career. By the time she was beginning to wonder what it would be like to have children… well, it was perfectly obvious that there was something wrong with her marriage… But now she was with Mori… And he was so wonderful with kids, if Honey's children were any example.
Haruhi was jerked out of her reverie by Mori scooping her up, bridal-style. He made it look so effortless, picking her up like that. She threw her arms around his neck instinctively; even though she knew he would sooner die than let her fall.
"I take it this is good news for you then," she asked with a slightly breathless laugh.
"The best news," Mori whispered, his lips brushing against hers as he spoke.
"Don't tell Honey yet," Haruhi whispered back, kissing him between each word as he carried her up the stairs towards their bedroom. "I want to tell everyone all together."
"Anything you want," Mori promised as he entered their bedroom and laid her on the bed.
Haruhi ran her fingers through his spiky hair and one of his hands untucked her shirt, grazing lightly across her stomach. She squirmed a little, slightly ticklish, but his movements slowed until she caught her breath, so entranced by the way his fingers played across her body, paying special attention to her abdomen, not quite able to believe the news she had given him. Haruhi closed her eyes for a moment, not bothering to suppress a shiver.
They kissed again, and Haruhi resolved that for tonight, at least, she wouldn't stop to think of the future. There would be plenty of time for that later. There would be time to alternately panic and rejoice over the impending arrival. There would be time to deal with her friends, who would doubtless smother her with their overprotective but well-meaning ways. There would be time to decide how much time to take off from work, to decide how to set up childcare, to decide if this would be their only child or if there would be more in the future. Haruhi put all those thoughts out of her head as she kissed her husband yet again. She had all she needed right there, right then, and she could not ask for more.
Just know you're not alone
'Cause I'm gonna make this place your home
A/N: Once again, I want to thank everyone for the support! I'm sad the fic is over too, but I think I've carried it as far as I can and I really like the way it's ended.
It actually felt nice to write some sweet Tamaki/Kyouya fluff… I just wrote a couple really intense chapters for Healing Bloody Wounds, and their doomed romance is fun to write, but I feel like such a bitch… Then I wrote this, and felt a little better about myself. Now I'm gonna go fuck with them some more… No happiness for those too in that fic, bwahahaha!
Anyways, if you enjoy the Mori/Haruhi relationship that I favor, I have just posted a brand new Mori/Haruhi fanfic yesterday. It's called To Have and To Hold, and it's about fifty tons more angsty than this one. The summary explains it adequately, I think, but I'm gonna say right now that Honey does die during the first chapter, and the fic is all about Haruhi helping Mori through his grief, and the subsequent relationship development. If you want more Mori/Haruhi and you can handle the angst, head to my profile and check it out. I'm not completely certain that it will become a romance fic, but I really want it to… so we'll see.