Tamaki slipped out of bed and padded into the living room silently. With a sigh he threw himself onto the couch and fished his cell phone out of his pajama pants. He stared at the little machine pleadingly and the clock changed to midnight. As if on cue the phone began to ring shrilly. The blonde opened it quickly—almost dropping it in his haste.
"Kyouya…" He breathed reverently.
"Tamaki." The other boy said shortly.
The conversation ran along the same thread it always did. They talked about business, money and days—but never once mentioned the state of their marriages. As the call wound down Tamaki morosely swiped at the tears running down his face.
"I love you." He whispered.
The phone disconnected instantly but Tamaki did not close the phone. A minute later it began to shriek again. He pushed the button with a smile and held it to his ear.
"I love you too." Then it was silent again.
This time Tamaki folded his phone and pushed it back into his pocket then walked back to the bedroom. Haruhi tossed fitfully in her heavily pregnant state before dropping back to sleep. Tamaki gently kissed her forehead before letting himself fall into dreams of dark hair, glasses and the sound of Kyouya's voice saying he loved him.