Ok so I have to be honast here. People have asked me why I still write with Haruhi calling Tamaki Simpie... to be honast it's force of habit... but I have thought about that... well I know you guys want to read more. I wanted to also anounce that I'm doing Beta Reading for people. I know I can't catch spelling mistakes but I can get a few grammer. It's mostly to help people build their story telling skills... I don't know but I wanted to try doing it to see if I like it so message me if you want me to beta read for you. Also please review... they always make my day...
Anne gave a soft smile and nodded her head, "Looks much like my Tamaki at his age... what is he four?"
"Five," I corrected looking down at my child.
Doing the math in her head she finally looked at me. "You must have been a teenager, no?" she stated.
I nodded. Tamaki wrapped his arms around me and said, "Yes but he's our son."
His mother nodded looking at us. "If I do recall your father and I were still young when we had you... I must have been twenty or so."
"I'm glad you understand mother," Tamaki smiled looking up at her.
Tamaki and I layed in the small bedroom that night. The air smelled like roses reminding me once again of our host club days. Our hands were entertwined as we laied there in the darkness.
"Haruhi?" Tamaki asked softly to test if I was awake.
"Yeah," I said under my breath.
"Do you think your mother would approve of us if she were here?"
My eyes fluttered open as I saw Tamaki in the shadows. "I'm not sure," I answered. I tryed to think back to her. It was so hard and my memorie was so limited. "I guess so," I told him to calm his nerves.
"I could only hope," he said a second before falling asleep. Within minutes I was in a dream to.
A girlish fuigure stood before me. She has beautiful hair and was dressed in white. Then I noticed her eyes... so much like mine.
"Who-" I was about to ask as she inturuped me.
"Haruhi," she said in a fimiler voice. My eyes widen and I could tell she was my mother. Everything was so fimiler. Her smile, her eyes, her voice... everything.
The memories flooded back. I thought back to the last time I saw mother. It was shortly before she died, weak in a hospital bed.
"Mom," I finally forced myself to say.
"Haruhi you've grown so much," was her answer.
"Mom-" I wanted to shout but she had other plans.
"I'm so proud of you... getting accepted into that good school as a teenager, meeting reliable friends, and your son... my grandchild... he's presious."
"Thanks," I answered.
"I want you to remeber that I'm always watching... you, your love, your son, your father, everyone that means something to you... I'll watch you."
I was breathless just listening to her. Soon her image begain to fade.
"Mom!" I shouted.
"Remeber one last thing, Haruhi," she said her voice more distant. Then just a wisper that I could never make out. Like the wind in the trees.
The world went black. "What mom! What?" I screamed on the top of my lungs.
Two firm hands pressed my arms to the bed. "Haruhi wake up! Haruhi!" he yelled.
I was thrashing around in the covers screaming.
"Shhh," he told me, "Don't hurt your voice like that..." He kept wispering calming phrases into my ear as he was holding me close to his chest. I could hear his heart beat and soon calmed down.
"Tamaki," I wispered.
"Yes?"
I tryed to form words but then noticed I was sobbing for not good reason. It was 3 in the morning. And for a long time I was wrapped in his cradaling arms listening to his voice.
