Sorry for the long time no post but school has started and it's hard to write every day
Tamaki woke me up that next morning singing off key to diffrent songs.
"What are you doing sempie?" I asked still half asleep.
"Today Hiroshi will meet father," he said happily.
"And your happy?" I asked.
"Well why not. I never truly had the chance be with my grandfathers."
"Well what if you dad doesn't accept Hiro?" I questioned.
Tamaki stopped singing and looked at me. "I didn't think of that," he said slowly.
"When will we be meeting with your father anyways?" I asked.
"Oh about ten minutes," he said.
"TEN MINUTES!" I sereamed, "Tamaki you have to tell me these kind of things sooner."
"Sorry," he said as I rushed in the bathroom.
Normaly I dressed casual but for this I desided to put on a little sundress with a jean jacket and a flower in my short hair. Then I had little flip flops that I put on. I walked out the door and Tamaki just staired at me.
"Haruhi," he said, "Your so beautiful."
"Thanks sempie," I said walking to Hiroshi's room. There my son stood already ready. He wore a little white sweater and pants. In his arms he was hugging his bear tight.
"Mommy were are we going?" he asked.
"Let's go meet your grandpa," I said simply.
I extened my hand and he grabed a hold of it as we walked with Tamaki to a large room I had never been in before. I stood beside Tamaki and Hiro was behind us. Tamaki's father sat on a velvet couch in the center of the room sipping some tea.
"Ah Haruhi," he said, "I haven't seen you in a long time." He was smiling motioning for the us to come sit. We did so and Hiro sat on my lap.
"Aw what a cute little boy," he said, "Is he your son Haruhi?"
"Yes sir he is," I replied.
"Ah," he said. "I didn't realize you marryed." Tamaki's father put his hand to his chin as if he was thinking.
"I'm not sir," I admited.
"Oh I see," he said with a darker tone. "I'm sure the father was not from Ouran... a well respected member of socioty," he joked.
"Well atuatly," Tamaki started.
I looked at him giving him one last chance to never see Hiroshi again.
"What Tamaki?" he father asked a bit puzzled.
"The father was an Ouran student," Tamaki said with a smile.
"Oh really," said his father.
"Yes," Tamaki answerd with his host club smile.
"Did this young man belong to the Host Club?" his father questioned.
"I belived so," he answerd.
"Would it be either of the twin brothers?" his father asked.
"No," I said stairing only at Tamaki as Hiroshi leaned against me not understanding the Japanese.
"Well would it be that smart Kyouya?" he guessed again.
"No father," Tamaki said still smiling at me.
"Mori!" he exclaimed, "Mori would make a great father."
Tamaki and I staired at one another as if to say... really?
"No father," Tamaki repeated.
"Well you don't expect me to belive that idocent Honinozuca boy was the father." (sorry for spelling I was to lazy to look it up)
"No we don't father," Tamaki said.
"Well if it's not the twins, and not Kyoya, or the two cousins then it must be..." Tamaki's father looked at him. "BOSSANOVA!" he screamed standing up.
I rolled my eyes as Tamaki yelled. "No dad! Bossanova isn't even a club memeber... jsut a guest like once or twice... I'm the dad, dad... Hiroshi-chan is your grandchild."
His father sat back down and looked at me then Tamaki and then Hiro who was falling asleep form being woke up early.
"I have a grandchild?" he asked.
