A/N: Sorry for the long wait! I was going to update it earlier today, but I forgot because I had to go over my notes for a final exam that I took today. I think I did pretty well on the exam though, so I'm happy!

Another thought: Some people have asked me to put how long this story is going to be, I am not done writing it, but I assure you I will (hopefully) have the exact number of chapters by the 25th chapter upload? I'm so close to finishing it, but right now I'm still stuck on whether or not to make it a sad ending! What are your guys' thoughts?

Anyways! Enjoy the chapter, and I hope you continue to give me your love and support because it means so much to me when I get all of your lovely reviews!

Haruhi's life became hectic. She spent quite a few days with Kyouya and his lawyer, who turned out to be Takashi, weirdly enough, drawing up documents of ownership for Haruhi. They worked long and hard until they were sure there was no way that Kyouya nor Haruhi could slip out of the deal and after signing it. Haruhi handed the money over and dove head first into working. She had meetings with those who had gotten her fired, knowing that it would come across as revenge if she fired them, but warned them that they had better not try something like that again or they would lose their jobs. She worked on many cases and brought the company to glory before Tamaki's wedding.

Tamaki's wedding was quite draining on her energy as well, and it hadn't even happened yet. She was called up by Kaoru out of the blue and she went over to his house every day after work to be fitted for a dress that he was making for her. He would pin things to the dress, remove it, fiddling with it until he was sure she would shine during the wedding. Of course, he was the one making the bride's dress, so Haruhi had quite a few run-ins with her. Haruhi liked the woman enough, and could see why she was chosen for Tamaki's wife.

When she was given free time, she took up jogging and exercising with her boyfriend. Learning Kendo and Judo from him when she had a day off. She barely had time for herself by the time the wedding rolled around. She allowed herself that day to relax, forgetting about all the troubles of her sickness and work. She teared up slightly with happiness when Tamaki said 'I do' and looked like the luckiest man on earth as he leaned down to kiss her. During the reception he started crying and the Host members threw him into the air, and then he gave them each a big hug, even Haruhi.

After a toast, Haruhi sat with the Hosts and chatted. There was the couple's first dance, and then his bride danced with her father and he danced with his mother. Then the floor opened for the rest. Kyouya and Kaoru danced slightly out of the way and no one noticed, Hikaru had figured out about it. True to Kyouya's thought, he was punched in the jaw. Drew blood too. Haruhi remembered that day quite fondly, but still scolded Hikaru for being so violent. Haruhi danced with her boyfriend, the groom, and a few of the other hosts before they called it a night.

Haruhi yawned into her hand as Takashi pulled up the dirt road to their house. "Reiko-chan looks like she's doing well," she commented, stretching her arms above her head as best she could in the car. "She's three months pregnant, yeah?"

Takashi nodded before parking in the garage and stepping out. Haruhi fiddled with her purse before unbuckling her seat belt. Takashi opened the door for her and helped her out. He closed the door behind him and unlocked the door to their house. Haruhi took off her shoes, complaining about her aching feet before she was scooped up by Takashi. She let out a squeak and he carried her upstairs. Walking into her bedroom, he placed her down on her bed before taking the pins out of her hair gently.

A smile spread over her lips, and she pulled off her bracelet and necklace before standing up and placing them away. He got up and headed into her bathroom, placing the pins on the counter. Unsure of where to put them. Haruhi told Takashi to wait for a minute, and quickly pulled off her dress and pulled on a tank top and boxers. She was putting her hair up into a ponytail when he emerged. She smiled at him, her short hair was just beginning to brush the top of her shoulders.

Her brushed her bangs out of the way and pressed his lips to her forehead. "Want to watch a movie?" Haruhi asked, tilting her head to the side slightly. He paused, thinking before smiling and nodding. A grin spread over her lip and she walked past him. "Go get changed then," she told him before closing the bathroom door. She washed the makeup off her face and then cleaned it thoroughly. After patting it dry she took out her earrings and contacts and slid on her grandfathers old glasses.

She emerged and headed towards his bedroom. Knocking lightly on the wooden frame. He hummed and she entered. He stepped out of his bathroom, finishing unbuttoning his dress shirt. She watched him tug it off and place it in the laundry hamper to be cleaned later. Walking over she sat on his bed, watching him as he pulled on a pair of sweats over his boxers and tugging on a shirt. He turned towards her and held out a hand. She took it gladly.

They lay sprawled out on the couch. His head on her stomach and arms around her back. Her fingers lay in his hair, occasionally stroking it as the movie went on. However, his attention was no longer on the movie. It turned to the girl who was intently not paying attention to anything in reality. Too busy thinking. He slid his arms out from under her and pushed himself up. Haruhi lifted the remote and paused the movie, looking up at him expectantly.

He ran his fingers over her chin, "You're tired," he murmured before standing up, "We should go to bed."

Haruhi looked at him curiously, now that he mentioned it. She was really tired, a yawn escaped her and she turned off the television. She followed him up the stairs, turning off the lights as they went. When they reached her bedroom door, he turned towards her and cupped her cheek. His thumb tracing her bottom lip. He slowly, and hesitantly leaned down until his lips were centimetres from hers. She was the one who leaned towards him, ending the space between. It was a simple, kiss, one that was over quickly.

A blush donned his cheeks and she smiled softly, almost sadly, "I wish I didn't have to worry about doing that."

The moment those words left her mouth, he leaned down and pressed his lips to hers again. It was a longer kiss, and when he pulled away, his knuckles gently ran along her jaw. "Don't worry."

She wrapped her arms around his neck and hugged him tightly. "I love you," she murmured into his ear. He stroked her hair and smiled gently.

"I love you too, Haruhi."

No, Haruhi and Takashi do not share a bedroom even if they are dating. They have been dating for around three months now, and are sharing a house because they don't want to be alone any longer, but do not yet feel comfortable about sharing a bed.

Yes, this is the first actual kiss shared between the couple since they started dating again, because at this point Haruhi's tuberculosis isn't contagious because of the strong antibiotics she is on, so it won't transfer to him.