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A New Family

Previously in chapter eleven: While the princess slept, Haruhi either napped as well or spent her time on the internet attempting to learn more about the reason Kyoya had business there. She also filled her time online looking up information for new parents. She wasn't the princess's mother, but that kind of information would come in handy. She wouldn't let Kyoya raise his baby girl without a female role model in her life. Haruhi would see to it.

Chapter Twelve

That evening, when Kyoya came in from his meetings, Haruhi had dinner waiting on the table for him. The princess had already been fed and bathed and was ready for her father to spend time with her. When Kyoya walked into the suite, he was carrying a vase with a bouquet of mixed flowers for Haruhi with a note that said, "Thank you" and handwritten on the inside it said, "For everything."

After the princess was put to bed, Kyoya settled in at the desk to finish up some work and Haruhi sat on the couch with her laptop surfing the web. She was so intently reading the information on the screen that she did not realize that she was being stared at. Finally she turned her eyes to Kyoya to find him gazing at her. "What?"

"Nothing."

"Why are you staring at me then?"

"No reason. Haruhi, do you know how many hearts you have broken in your lifetime?" Besides mine, and the rest of the host club for that matter. Oh yeah and there was Kasanoda Ritsu. And maybe a few more that I can't think of off the top of my head.

"None. Oh wait, Arie claims that I did back in 9th grade. Why do you ask?"

"There's more than just that. There has to be more that you just don't want to admit to… or maybe you just didn't realize."

"Not really. But why do you ask?"

"Nothing really, just curious. I've been told that if you don't count while we were hosting the girls at Ouran, I've only truly broken one heart." And even then, I broke her heart because you broke mine.

"Really? Who told you that?"

"Mitsumi. She told me that I broke her heart by marrying her when I wasn't in love with her." I couldn't love her, she wasn't you. Why can't you see that I wasn't joking yesterday?

"Kyoya, I'm sorry. She really did love you with all of her heart."

"Maybe. But at the same time, she hated me." Or rather hated the part that still to this day loves you.

"Why do you say that? You could see it in her eyes that she was truly in love with you."

"Mostly she hated me for what I did a year ago next week. I hated myself for it too, to an extent." It was the night that my daughter was conceived.

"Kyoya… "

"It's nothing. I need to go get some sleep. I'll see you tomorrow." He stood and walked to his room.

"Good night."

The next few mornings went similar to the morning before, without the phone call telling him that the maid was delayed. Thank goodness for small favors. Haruhi and the princess spent the days together and every other day, when Kyoya returned, Haruhi would have dinner waiting for him. He wouldn't allow her to cook every night and insisted that at least every other night that they have dinner at one of the restaurants at the hotel. Kyoya didn't want it to end. It felt more like a loving home than his home and wife ever did.

It was the second Friday since they arrived, and Kyoya had been invited out for drinks. Haruhi was invited as well, so he thought it would be a good chance for her to let her hair down. She dressed herself in a Hitachiin designer dress, while Kyoya dressed more casually. They met his partners at a dance club a few blocks away from the hotel. Haruhi had always been one to know her limits when drinking. She nursed her drinks long and hard. By the time the bar closed, she had only consumed 2 alcoholic beverages and several glasses of juice. Kyoya, on the other hand drank like a fish! After last call, the two, who had walked to the bar from the hotel, had to hail a cab to make it back to the hotel safely. Once they got to the room, the maid was sent back to her room on the floor below by Haruhi as Kyoya complained that his tie was too stifling and started taking off his clothes layer by layer. Stopping at his pants as he sat down on the couch.

"Haruhi. Do you know what today is?"

"Friday?" Thank heaven's he didn't keep stripping. I need to get him into his bed.

"No, it's the one year anniversary of your first court win… and the last time I got this drunk. You know how I know that?" And also the first night that I ever made love to you that wasn't just in my head… or at least that was what I was thinking at the time. The hands I felt on me that night weren't my own, so I thought that it wasn't just another fantasy or dream… I just didn't know that they weren't your hands.

"How?" And why? I mean yes, it was a big day for me, but it was an average day for you except for how drunk you got.

"I know it 'cause it is forever engraved in my mind because that's the night the princess was conceived. If I hadn't thought that Mitsumi was you, I never would have even touched her. You're the only one I have ever wanted. But no, I got drunk and blacked out. I don't even remember you putting me in my limo and sending me home. I vaguely remember seeing her standing there in one of the Hitachiin nightgowns that her sister had given her as a birthday present. Her hair was pulled up, and she looked like you. In the 3 years that we were married, I can honestly say that that was the one and only night that I ever make love to her. Normally our sex life consisted of me getting too angry or frustrated at work or my father, so to release pent up energy, I would go into her room. She was always willing… maybe too willing. It was always fast and dirty, but protected. I didn't care about her, so I didn't care if her needs were met. I got what I wanted and then left to go sleep in my own room. We didn't even share a room the whole time we were married. But that night… that night I thought it was you. I thought that you were the one helping me to my bed. You were the one that kissed me good night until I deepened the kiss. It was your face that I saw as I started kissing her neck… as I ripped her gown off of her. It was shredded the next morning when I found it. I literally ripped it off of her. I know now that it was her that I was with, but in the moment, at that time, it was you who moaned when I kissed every inch…Haruhi it was you that I made love to that night. The one and only time I have ever had sex unprotected, and the end results were named after the woman that I thought I was making love to at the time.

"Haruhi, would you… could you fall in love with someone that didn't love you back? Someone that wouldn't touch you, wouldn't make love to you except for when he was so full of rage that he needed a release? Could you love someone that called out another woman's name when you made love?"