Hello, my readers! I updated faster than last time! Success! Anyhoo, here's to Kuroneko! Enjoy!

By the way, it's KyoHaru and I was oh so tempted to write something different for this word, but I'm sorry to say I'm not comfortable with that stuff yet.

Desire Random A/N: What did you expect me to write with this word?! :D

"I want a chocolate bar."

Kyoya looked up at his wife. "What?" he said, caught off guard.

"I want a chocolate bar," Haruhi repeated.

Kyoya lowered his laptop lid. "Why?" he asked incredulously.

Haruhi shrugged. "I don't know. Cravings, I guess."

Kyoya raised an eyebrow. Being in the medical field, he understood that pregnant women often had random and unpredictable cravings. However, never before did Haruhi had such a craving, and she was in month eight! "Does that mean you want chocolate?"

Haruhi nodded vigorously. "Yes. And peanut butter."

Kyoya sighed and rubbed his eyes. He checked the clock on the far wall. "It's two in the morning. There are no servants on duty." He glanced at his wife, partially afraid to incur her wrath.

"I want chocolate and peanut butter," Haruhi insisted.

Kyoya shut his laptop. "I'll run to the store."

Haruhi smiled broadly and kissed Kyoya on the cheek, making sure her large belly was out of the way. "I love you."

"Love you too," Kyoya muttered as he stood up and exited the room.

….~….

Kyoya strode through the hallways of his near empty mansion with a grocery bag in hand. At night, due to Haruhi's instruction, the servants vacated their mansion. Kyoya wasn't quite used to the lack of servants because at his father's mansion, he always had servants waiting on him, any and all times. Now that he had his own company with few connections to his father, he had no reason to listen to every word his father uttered and therefore, no reason not to do everything and anything his wife said.

Turning around the corner, he finally reached the door to his study. Quietly opening the door, he heard soft sobbing. "What's going on?" he muttered as he peered in the room.

Inside his study, the lights were off and the room was illuminated by the flat-screen television. Haruhi sat on the couch, curled up (as much as she could with a pregnant stomach) with a box of tissues. She clutched the box of tissues in her eyes as she kept her eyes glued to the screen. "Haruhi?" Kyoya asked uncertainly.

Haruhi turned her intent gaze from the television to Kyoya and cried, "It's so sad!"

As much as Kyoya wanted to say something sarcastic back, he knew he'd only make her more upset and he didn't want that so Kyoya pulled out the box of chocolate. "I got chocolate."

Haruhi's eyes brightened and her expression turned happy. "And peanut butter?"

Kyoya strode to sit next to Haruhi on the couch. He placed the box of chocolate in her lap and pulled out the jar of peanut butter. "Got it."

Haruhi grinned and opened the pack of chocolate. Through a mouthful she said, "Thank you!"

Kyoya watched as his wife dined on chocolate and peanut butter at three o'clock in the morning. Surprisingly, he couldn't think of anything else he'd rather be doing.

…..~….

Not exactly pleased with it, but I hope you like it! I tried a different route this time (obviously). What did you guys think of the 'future' fic? With Haruhi pregnant and them being husband/wife?

As always, RECOMMEND words and pairings! :D