Mitsu sighed as she headed home, her mind racing. She wondered if she should call Haruhi, but then she remembered that she was too busy worrying about her own wedding, and she didn't want to give her something else to think about. It took a whole lot of planning and scheming with Kyoya to get Tamaki to finally propose to his girlfriend of seven years.

When she returned home, she was greeted by Kahoko, who was visiting after mentoring the family's new secretary. She was retiring early this year to go take care of her mother and the inn that she owned.

"Kahoko, how is Seijuro fairing under your strict teachings?"

"He'll survive."

"Oh my-" she giggled. "Have you seen my husband?"

"Master Takashi is in the dojo with your son and daughter."

"Excellent."

"Is everything alright with you, Mitsu?"

She smiled at her dear friend. It took her some getting used to, but she was finally able to be informal with her. "Everything is perfect."

"I recall you were ill as of late."

"I went to the doctor."

"Oh. Oh. Are you going to tell them now?"

"Yes. Just don't tell my mother yet, or grandfather. I want to do it this time."

"Of course."

At that, Mitsu headed to the dojo where she found Takashi laying on the floor with Yasahiro, their five-year-old son sleeping on his chest. Hiromi was seated in a corner with her study materials strewn about the table. Smiling, she waved at her daughter and went to take her son to bed. Unfortunately, before she could actually pick him up, she was pulled down into her husband's embrace.

"Hiromi, come here."

"Finally!" She quickly got up and rushed over to curl up against her father.

"This is perfect."

Mitsu smiled. "It is. Though, it would be even better with another one in our arms."

Takashi looked down at her, his eyes widening. "Another...?"

"Baby."

"Mitsu..."

"Takashi, I went to the doctor's after work since I hadn't been feeling well all week. Taka, I'm pregnant."

And the smile that graced his lips was everything she could hope for. He smothered her in kisses, making her giggle.

"Can it be a boy?" Yasahiro mumbled. He woke up from the excitement.

Hiromi pouted. "It has to be a girl, Yasa."

"Brothers are better."

"Oh, you two. Well, we'll see when the time comes. Now, I'm going to make dinner. Who wants to help me?"

At that, Yasahiro jumped off his father, his bedhead evident. "I wanna help!"

"Me too!" Hiromi giggled. The two raced to the kitchen, almost running over one of the maids. Takashi slowly stood, his eyes warm with the love he felt for his wife.

He wrapped his arms around her, placing a hand on her stomach and sighed contently into her neck. "I love you."

"I love you."

"And we'll have another child to share our love. How did I get this lucky?"

"I don't know. But, I wouldn't change this for the world."

"Mama!" their children called.

Takashi chuckled. "I'll help, too."

"Oh, I thought you had another case to look at."

"Already done. I'm consulting with Haruhi on it. And she scolded me to take a break."

"Good." She took his hand and led him out of the dojo. "Let's make dinner."

A/N - This is the end. I do intend to add one more chapter to the original story, but I want to thank you for sticking with this for so long. I am currently working on my other stories so I can finally finish them. I have more ideas that I want to work on, but I am refusing to until I finish the works that I already have on here. Thank you so much!