Despite what he wanted his father to think, Tamaki was a nervous wreck. He even went so far as to cancel the day's Host Club meeting to prepare for Haruhi and Ranka's visit. As soon as he returned from school, Tamaki went straight to the house staff, asking if he could help with anything in preparation for the dinner (of course, it was their job to tell him "no") and just generally making sure everything was going as planned. Not only would this visit determine if he and Haruhi would be able to raise their child under the same roof, it was also the first formal meeting between the fathers of the two.

On the Fujiokas' end, things weren't much better. While Haruhi was fretting over which dress minimized her baby bump the most, Ranka was worried about fifty million other things. "Haruhi, everyone we are meeting with knows you're pregnant, so there's no need to pretend you aren't," he said, slicking his long hair back into a mature and dignified ponytail. "It's the whole reason we're going over there in the first place. I, however, would like to make a very good impression on the president of one of the country's largest enterprises, so please, talk to Mei about it."

Haruhi pouted before running into the living area to show Mei. "Does the black one or the blue one make me look smaller?"

Mei rolled her eyes, annoyed at Haruhi's complete 180 in personality. "You have a kid in your stomach. Nothing's gonna make it look smaller." She paused as Haruhi frowned. "Black's depressing; wear the blue one."

As Haruhi prepared to make a comment, she glanced down at her phone screen to check the time. "Crap! It's supposed to be here in ten minutes!"

"That's why I told you to hurry up earlier!" called Ranka as he poked his head out into the hallway.

Haruhi briefly panicked before sitting down in front of Mei. "Do my makeup, please?" she asked the other teen, though it was more of a demand than a question.

"Fine." Mei got up to grab one of her many makeup bags and sat back down. "What's coming in ten minutes, anyway?"

"Tamaki said he'd send a car to pick us up," Haruhi said, wincing as Mei dragged an eye shadow applicator across her eyelid. "It should be getting here at 5:30."

Mei said nothing as she continued to apply the makeup. "You're lucky you have clear skin, 'cause I don't have any concealer or foundation anywhere near your skin tone."

"Just please, don't do anything extra! I still have to brush my hair!"

"You don't have any hair!"

"But I still need to brush it!"

Hearing the girls' argument, Ranka grabbed a hairbrush and went straight to Haruhi. "I'll brush your hair," he told her, irritated. As he ran the brush through her hair, he leaned in close. "You'd better not act like this during dinner," he warned in a low voice.

"I won't, Dad! I promise!"

Ranka nodded stiffly and stood back up. "I'll keep an eye on the car. Finish quickly."

If Haruhi hadn't been under so much pressure she would have been more confused at her father's serious behavior, but she had better things to think about as Mei put the finishing touches on her makeup. "Here," said the other teen, handing Haruhi a handheld mirror. "I hope you like it, 'cause there's not much else I can do."

The burgundy eyeshadow and black line drawn perfectly across her lash line was a bit off-putting, but Haruhi decided she had no time to comment or consider changing anything. "Thank you so much," she sighed, carefully standing up and straightening out her dress.

"Just in time." Ranka dropped the curtain from his hands and double-checked his tie. "Alright, Mei, there's food in the fridge; just text if you need anything. We should be back in a few hours."

"Got it, thanks." Mei watched as the Fujiokas gathered a few final things. "See you in a few hours."

The November cold formed goosebumps on Haruhi's arms, and she draped her winter coat over her shoulders as she and Ranka walked to the car. They didn't have to bear the chill for long, though; the chauffeur had already opened the back door for the two of them. After quickly sitting down to escape the cold, the chauffeur closed the door for them, and they were off just mere seconds later.

Unsurprisingly, the drive started out silent, both Haruhi and Ranka preoccupied with their own thoughts—Haruhi with how the dinner would go along, Ranka with the fact that he was meeting the multimillionaire president of a major business enterprise.

Ranka, however, finally decided to break the ice. "Do you know what food will be served?" he asked Haruhi, trying to make conversation while at the same time genuinely curious.

Haruhi shook her head. "No idea. I'm guessing Tamaki wants it to be a surprise."

The attempt at conversation obviously failed, and it faded back to silence. After a few more minutes, though, Haruhi spoke up.

"Dad?" Haruhi glanced up at Ranka, too nervous to even make eye contact with her own father. "Can I ask you something?"

Ranka sensed his daughter's uneasiness and smiled softly. "Always."

"Promise you'll be completely honest?"

"Of course, Haruhi."

Haruhi sighed and stared at her own feet. "Dad, are you...mad at me?"

Ranka stiffened as he took a deep breath. "Haruhi, I thought we already went over this."

"Yes, but that was over two months ago. I'm mad at myself, Dad, and I just want to know if you are, too."

Ranka reached his hand out and placed it on his daughter's knee. "Haruhi, I'm not mad. 'Confused' would be a better word to describe it—I still don't understand how any of this could happen, especially with how everything has played out so far. You're so smart, Haruhi. I admit, it still hasn't one hundred percent sunk in yet, but I'm impressed with how maturely you're handling the situation."

Haruhi didn't have an immediate response, and both she and Ranka silently agreed to not say anything else on the matter. The rest of the trip to the second Suoh mansion was spent in long, contemplative silence.

The Rolls-Royce rounded a curve and began to slow down, causing its two passengers to snap out of their thoughts and view their surroundings. Both Haruhi and Ranka stared in awe at the large white mansion they were slowly approaching.

Haruhi squinted her eyes as she processed the size and ornateness of what she assumed would be her potential future home. "Damn these rich people," she mumbled to herself as the car pulled through the gates.

After exiting the car, Haruhi and Ranka nervously approached the set of enormous French doors that looked like it alone cost more than a year's rent. They looked at each other before Haruhi reached out her hand to ring the doorbell.

Right as she was about to press it, one of the doors opened and an unfamiliar man in a suit smiled at them. "Good evening," he told them, stepping aside as he held the door open with his body. "Please, come in." He gestured inside, and the Fujiokas had no choice but to follow in the direction his hand was gesturing.

Both tried their hardest not to gawk at the interior. Shiny marble floors that clicked with every step, a grand staircase that rivaled that of the Titanic. Haruhi's eyes wandered upward, only to find their way onto a huge crystal chandelier hung from the ceiling of the at least three-story high foyer. If most students lived in a home as opulent as this one, no wonder Ouran was designed the way it was.

The footman stopped Haruhi and Ranka right where they were standing. "May I take your coats?" he asked them

Haruhi and Ranka took of their coats and handed them to him. "Thank you."

"My pleasure." The footman bowed. "Please, wait here a moment while I go fetch the young master."

"Of course," Ranka told him with a smile, but as soon as the footman was out of earshot he shot Haruhi a shocked look. "'Young master'?! What have you gotten yourself into?!"

Haruhi shrugged defensively. "He never talks about this!" she said through her teeth.

As the two were waiting, Antoinette came running from around the corner, barking and wagging her tail happily. Haruhi didn't even have time to react as the golden retriever jumped on her, tail wagging faster than ever. She gave Ranka a nervous look as she hesitantly began to scratch the dog's head.

"Antoinette! Couchée!"

Haruhi and Ranka looked up at the sound of Tamaki's voice. Antoinette got off of Haruhi and happily looked at her owner, who was making his way down the stairs.

"Viens!" Antoinette immediately came running towards Tamaki and began begging to be petted. "No, Ann, not right now."

"My apologies!" A female staff member immediately came from around the same corner Antoinette did and ran up the stairs. "I was just taking her outside, and she wiggled out of the leash before I had it all the way on…"

"It's fine," Tamaki reassured as he watched the leash be put on his dog. "Make sure to give her a treat afterwards."

"Certainly, Master Tamaki." The attendant bowed before exiting with Antoinette.

Tamaki sighed before continuing his trip down the stairs to meet with the Fujiokas. "I'm terribly sorry," he told them, though more directed at Ranka than Haruhi. He absolutely could not mess this up, so any slight bump in the plans he had rehearsed endlessly for the past two days immediately made him nervous.

Haruhi opened her mouth to dismiss Tamaki's apology, but to her surprise Ranka did it for her. "No need to," he told him with the slightest beginnings of a smile. "It seems like a...sweet dog."

Tamaki laughed slightly. "Her name's Antoinette. She was a gift to keep me company when I first came here."

"Well, she seems very loving," Ranka forced. It was taking nearly all his willpower to focus on the positives of the situation, and he certainly wasn't planning on his daughter having a pet any time soon.

Tamaki turned to face Haruhi, and immediately felt his face get hot. Apart from a few Host Club cosplays and that one time at Lobelia, he had never seen her with makeup on, let alone actual feminine makeup. Gosh, she's cute, he thought, debating whether he could suppress his blushing naturally or if he should cover his face.

"I'm terribly sorry for keeping you all waiting," said a voice from the top of the staircase. Everyone turned their heads to look at Yuzuru, who was gracefully making his way down the stairs. "My most sincere apologies."

"It's completely fine; we weren't waiting long at all." Ranka bowed deeply. "Ryoji Fujioka; pleased to make your acquaintance."

"Pleased to make yours as well. Though, I'm sure we'll become more than acquaintances in the coming months." Yuzuru chuckled before bowing back. "Yuzuru Suoh. It's so nice to finally meet you."

Yuzuru turned to Haruhi, who immediately tensed up. "It's very nice to see you again, Miss Fujioka."

"You too," Haruhi replied with a smile. Ranka immediately gently elbowed her, and she corrected her mistake. "It's nice to see you again as well, sir."

A butler exited through a door and approached the group. "Dinner is ready, sir," he told them, though it was unclear whether it was directed towards Yuzuru or Tamaki.

"Perfect!" Yuzuru clasped his hands together as he began to follow the butler to the dining room, prompting the others to follow. "I've asked the chefs to prepare only the finest dishes tonight, so prepare yourselves!"

Tamaki and Haruhi exchanged glances as the group made their way into the dining room. So far, things had gotten off to a great, albeit a little awkward, start, but they still had the rest of the evening ahead of them.

The same footman from earlier opened the French doors into the dining room, and while Haruhi was somewhat used to such lavishness, Ranka was unable to keep his mouth from gaping. Despite the mansion being occupied by only one person, the dining room was fit for a family of at least ten. The decor was akin to that of a French chateau, which wasn't surprising considering Tamaki's heritage, but was still a very abrupt change from the dingy (in comparison) apartment the Fujiokas had lived in for the past several years.

Haruhi immediately headed for a seat, but instead the butler pulled out the chair right next to the head of the table. "Ladies first," said Yuzuru, gesturing for Haruhi to take a seat. She uncomfortably sat down and watched as everyone else followed.

After everyone was settled—Yuzuru at the head of the table, Ranka to his left, Haruhi to his right, and Tamaki next to Haruhi—another butler came around and filled everyone's glass with water. "May I interest either of you in a glass of chardonnay?" he asked the older men.

"That sounds wonderful; thank you," Ranka told the butler, and Yuzuru agreed to a glass as well. As the butler exited, Ranka turned to Yuzuru. "Mr. Suoh, sir—"

"Please, lay off the formalities, for tonight at least," said Yuzuru. "Whether we like it or not, we will all be family soon, and I think we need to refer to each other as such. Call me Yuzuru."

Ranka began to continue, but the first butler entered the dining room with a large serving tray full of plates. "Your first course, a caesar salad with grana padano croutons," he said to the group as he served them their appetizers.

Haruhi stared at the massive salad placed in front of her, enough so to catch Tamaki's eye. "You don't have to eat all of it, you know," he whispered to her.

"Which fork do I use?!" she whispered back.

"Outside in!"

"What's that supposed to mean?!"

"Tamaki!" The teens looked up right when Tamaki's father called his name. "I want you to pay extra special attention." Yuzuru turned to look at both Ranka and Haruhi as he spoke. "Before we get too carried away with dinner, I'd like to take care of business first."

The next ten minutes were excruciatingly boring for Tamaki and Haruhi alike. After several more reminders that Tamaki's grandmother was most certainly not going to be happy about the whole situation (and at this point, Tamaki would be surprised if she ever said anything nice to him), Yuzuru went on to explain that the future would be full of meetings with the Suoh family lawyer, and for Tamaki, "bonding experiences" with his grandmother. Additionally, both Yuzuru and Ranka agreed that it would be best to keep the pregnancy under wraps, to preserve the reputation of both the Suohs and the Fujiokas.

Yuzuru was about to go on to explain the ins and outs of the second mansion, but was interrupted by a butler bringing in the main course. As soon as the door that led to the kitchen opened, Haruhi was hit with the most pungent fishy stench she had ever smelled before. Her stomach instantly began churning as the butler sat the plate down in front of her. "Black pepper-crusted tuna au poivre with whipped potatoes and sautéed spinach in a cognac sauce."

Haruhi's eyes focused intently on the piece of grilled fish placed in front of her as everyone else received their meals. When she noticed the others beginning to eat, she reluctantly picked up her silverware and slowly cut into the large piece of fish. At least Tamaki thought about me, she thought as she unhurriedly placed a miniscule piece of tuna in her mouth.

Despite tuna—especially that of the fancy variety—being one of her favorites, she absolutely could not stomach it. Just the one small bite she took was making everything worse, but looking around at the other three, they seemed to be enjoying their food. Definitely not the food; definitely her.

After trying to hold her food for what seemed like forever, Haruhi finally felt the stomach acid creeping up her throat and the overwhelming feeling of nausea.

"Haruhi?" whispered Tamaki. "Are you alright?"

Haruhi gulped. "Where's the bathroom?"

Tamaki leaned in closer, eyes full of worry. "Down the hall to the left; why?"

"Thank you!" Haruhi ripped the napkin from her lap and placed it on the table as she stood up. "Excuse me."

The three watched as she hurried out of the dining room. "Is she alright?" asked Yuzuru, setting down his fork.

Tamaki shrugged. "I don't...know." He turned to Ranka. "Do you want me to check on her?"

"Please," Ranka told him, concerned. Tamaki immediately got up from the table and headed to the small washroom just down the hallway.

"Haruhi?" asked Tamaki, knocking on the door. He pressed his ear up against it, and was somewhat relieved to hear the sound of vomiting. "Can I come in?"

"Yeah—" Haruhi was cut short by another wave of vomit, and Tamaki opened the door to find her head in the toilet.

"Are you okay?" Tamaki went over to the toilet and bent down next to Haruhi. "What happened? Is there anything I can get you?"

Haruhi laughed uncomfortably and looked up at him. "Everything I read about hating foods you used to love, I always thought it would never happen to me, but I guess I was wrong." She scoffed before gagging, and resumed throwing up.

Grabbing Haruhi's shoulders to help steady her, Tamaki sighed. "I'm sorry. I wish I would have known; I could have asked something else to be made. Do you want me to ask the chefs to make you something else?"

Haruhi shook her head, both out of general politeness and uncomfortableness with the special treatment. "No, it's fine," she coughed, making sure she was finished before continuing. "I haven't tried the potatoes or spinach yet. I'll be fine."

"Are you sure?"

"Yes, I'm sure." Haruhi put the lid down and flushed before standing up. As she started to wash her hands, she let out a loud sigh. "I don't know, I think I'm having second thoughts about this whole thing. I mean, I'm fifteen years old; I'll be sixteen in February. I thought it was bad enough that my dad was 20 when I was born! And I don't think I'm ready to move out yet, not to mention have a baby."

Tamaki sighed. "Haruhi, remember, you're not going to be far away—"

Haruhi whipped her head around, eyes wide and filled with some kind of anger Tamaki had never seen before. "I know I'm not going to be far away from home!" she snapped. "You're not making the situation any better; you're just reiterating things I already know!"

Tamaki was frozen; Haruhi had never really snapped like this before.

"And do you know what the worst part about all this is?!" continued Haruhi, eyes welling up. "I don't even really feel anything for the baby yet!"

Tamaki felt his heart breaking as he watched tears begin to stream down Haruhi's cheeks. "What?" he croaked.

."I hate it! I hate it so much, Tamaki! I feel like a terrible human being! I thought that I fell in love with the baby the first time we saw the ultrasound, but I don't feel the same way now and I have no idea what happened! Like, I know it's there and stuff, and I take everything the doctor prescribed, and I try to eat healthy, but I don't know! I don't know if it's because I haven't felt the baby move yet or because I'm not really big yet and can still wear my normal clothes or what, but it still hasn't set in that I'm gonna be a mom and you're gonna be a dad and we're gonna live together and raise a baby together but we're only in high school and—"

"Haruhi!" The sound of Tamaki saying her name silenced her, and she looked up at him with watery eyes. "Calm down. You're overthinking things." He wrapped his arms around her and pulled her body into his. "Why didn't you tell me earlier? Sometimes talking about it is the best thing to do."

Haruhi sniffed. "I didn't want you to be sad or upset, since it's your baby, too."

"We're in this together, Haruhi. You can tell me anything." Tamaki let go of the hug, but kept his hands on Haruhi's shoulders. "I have no doubt that you're going to be a great mom. It's only been two months since we found out, so you have the rest of the pregnancy to figure things out. That's at least six months, Haruhi." He dropped his hands from her shoulders and hesitated, but gently placed a hand on Haruhi's stomach. "I love our baby so much, Haruhi. Believe me, you aren't a bad person, and you're going to be a great mother."

Despite everything that just happened, as well as having known Tamaki and his personality since the first day of high school, Haruhi was caught a bit off-guard by his sudden display of affection, but eventually rested her hand on top of his.

After a few seconds, Tamaki pulled away and grabbed Haruhi's hand. "Come with me," he told her, leading her out of the bathroom and down the hallway. "I want to show you something."

"But shouldn't we go back to dinner?" asked Haruhi as she glanced back at the door that led into the dining room.

"It'll be really quick, and it'll make you feel better." He let go of Haruhi's hand as the two headed up a staircase.

"Where are we going?" Haruhi carefully surveyed her surroundings as she followed Tamaki, but couldn't conclude where exactly they were headed to.

"You'll see."

The two approached a large set of white double doors accented with gold (paint? Real gold? Haruhi was too scared to ask). Tamaki pushed open the doors and immediately walked to the other side of the room.

While Tamaki was doing whatever he had come to the room to do, Haruhi stared at the large room's elaborate decorations and furniture. "Is this...your bedroom?!" she asked Tamaki, dumbfounded (though, to be honest, she couldn't imagine him living in anything less ornate).

"Yep. Now, I'm looking for— ah! Here it is!"

Haruhi went over to Tamaki, who had just placed a large white book on the bed. "What's that?"

"My mother gave it to me before I left France," Tamaki explained, tracing the spine over with his fingers. "A scrapbook. She made me one before I left, too—full of pictures of us together. She gave this one to me to fill with pictures of stuff I've done with my friends here, but I just...forgot about it. Never got around to putting anything in it." He opened it. "Until now."

Haruhi leaned over the bed to get a better look and quietly exclaimed in surprise. Though not quite put together, the front page—really, a plastic sleeve over a blank piece of cardstock—was stuffed with pictures. There was a copy of every single ultrasound, as well as detailed notes of every single doctor's appointment they had been to. Haruhi slowly turned the page and found the other side of the sleeve filled with pictures Tamaki had printed out from the trip to Boston.

"I'm making it for the baby," Tamaki continued. "I've been thinking about it a lot, and yes, we are way too young to be dealing with something like this, but there's no reason why we can't do the best job that we can. I want our child to know that they can do anything they put their mind to, just like how we're taking our chances and doing this. I don't want to actually start putting it together, until I have more pictures, but I thought it would be a good keepsake for when the baby's older…"

Haruhi continued to thumb through the empty pages absentmindedly. "I don't know what to say, wow…" She closed the book before standing up straight and looking at Tamaki. "Look, I'm sorry for everything I said earlier when I was a godawful hormonal mess—"

"Haruhi, for the last time: it's fine. I understand you have a lot of conflicting feelings that are hard to put into words. I hope you feel a lot better now." Tamaki put the book back inside the armoire and closed the door. "Let's get back to dinner. We certainly wouldn't want to keep our fathers waiting, would we?"

(A/N) So! The previous chapter would have been a very long hot mess if I hadn't decided to split it up into 2 chapters. I'm very happy I did!

I decided to go ahead and update because I have a research paper due in 2 weeks that's probably going to take a lot of my time. For those of you who don't know, I'm taking 2 classes this summer, so I already have to do notes and homework, and this research paper is going to push it really close. However, if I manage my time well, I should have time to write! (spoiler alert: I won't manage my time well) Also, July is Camp NaNoWriMo and I have a goal of 5k words, which isn't much, but that should at least be another chapter.

The next chapter will introduce...some conflicts. That's all I'm going to say on the matter.

Reviews are very much appreciated, as always!

Thanks so much to Titou Douh for helping me with the French in this chapter!