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"And that concludes my five-year plan."
"I see."The two adults looked at each other. One expectant, one pensive.
"Well, I can't say it's impractical because you did your research," The newlywed male began. "But I disagree with some points. Specifically in the years four and five."
The newly wed female frowned. "I actually planned those the most."
"I understand and I don't intend on forcing you to change your plans. I merely want to confirm you are aware that my year four and my year five differ from yours more than any other years."
"From what I recall, the differences-"
"Can you guys stop talking like that? You're married! M.A.R.R.I.E.D, married!" Hikaru suddenly shouted, making everybody behind the bushes jump.
"Hikaru," Tamaki shushed him, trying to pull him down even though it was much too late to hide again. Kyoya and Haruhi had spotted them.
Haruhi walked over. "Why are you spying on us?"
"We weren't spying," Kaoru said. "We were hanging out and happened to overhear your conversation."
"Hanging out in bushes?"
"They're comfortable," Tamaki added weakly.
"Are we going to ignore the fact that these two are speaking to each other as if they were business partners instead of life partners?" Hikaru questioned.
"For the record, speaking so formally was Haruhi's idea." Kyoya clarified.
Haruhi cast a disbelieving glance at her husband. He just had to throw her under the bus like that. And had he forgotten the reason she suggested it or did he not know?
"Well stop it!" Hikaru exclaimed.
"Look, we're one day into our honeymoon," Haruhi said. "And it's already an unconventional situation. I would appreciate if you guys would stop following us around. I wouldn't freak out about this -and you know it - but this is a honeymoon. H.O.N.E.Y.M.O.O.N, honeymoon." Haruhi emphasized, using Hikaru's method. "It's different. Frankly, it's disturbing to know you're all following a newlywed couple around."
The hosts stared at her with their mouths open. Only Kyoya seemed to be unaffected, as usual. When his friends turned to him for an explanation, Kyoya crossed his arms. "She has been more on edge than usual lately. Neither of us will explain why. Now then, will you leave us alone for the next two weeks or should I make you?" Kyoya asked.
The trio's eyes widened. Whatever was wrong with the couple scared them more than anything ever had before.
"To be fair," Tamaki cleared his throat. "We just wanted to make sure you were getting along okay and not planning world domination. It was only going to be today."
"Well, please stop." Haruhi said."If you truly care about us you won't follow us for the next two weeks."
The trio nodded. Kyoya smiled his businessman smile, pulling out papers from a folder in his backpack. "Now please sign these. It's a legal guarantee you will keep your word."
"And if we don't?" Hikaru asked.
"Haruhi and I will be legally obligated to call the police on you all."
"Are you serious?" Tamaki asked.
"Completely." Haruhi and Kyoya replied simultaneously.
"Don't you think it was mean to set them up like that?" Haruhi asked, looking at the paper in her hands.
"Didn't you have fun?" Kyoya asked in return.
"Yeah, but it was kind of mean to make them think we would actually report them to the police." Haruhi tucked the paper into a secret compartment of her suitcase. It wasn't a legal document, just a bunch of random words in English that sounded legally binding, but it did contain important signatures that couldn't just be thrown away.
Kyoya smiled (genuinely this time). "You were the one to suggest it. Are you having guilty thoughts after the fact?"
Haruhi smiled back. "I thought that was obvious but you're right about it being too late to tell them. Now about our five-year plans..."
"The main difference is our individual timeline for kids."
"Twenty five is definitely the ideal age to have a child. Both of us should be financially stable and well situated in our professions."
Kyoya didn't say that he was financially stable already because Haruhi would only point out that his family was, not him. It was only half true. He had done his fair share of work, after all.
"You have a good point but at twenty four we won't be too busy at work or too insecure about work," Kyoya said.
"I see your point. I suppose that even if we tried our best to plan even the smallest details of the next five years, there's no guarantee our plans will be perfectly executed."
"So then…"
"We should just see what happens," Haruhi said.
"Are you sure?" Kyoya asked. Haruhi was a planner and everybody knew that. Sure she welcomed occasional surprises but her goals and timelines were always well defined in her mind.
"Well, we both agree that...contraceptives," Haruhi's voice wavered. Why was it harder for her to talk about this with her husband than it was for other people? "Should stop being used by the time weʻre both twenty-four. And if we base our plans on recent medical research, depending on the contraceptive method it could take a long time before we actually conceive a child. I mean I suppose that by that reasoning, pregnancy could occur anytime between year four and year five. Maybe even year six if I use contraceptive method 3."
Kyoya chuckled. "Hikaru was right."
Haruhi understood what he meant but sometimes she appreciated the moments when he could freely tell her how he felt, so she asked, "About what?"
"We're discussing our life together as if we were building a business plan." Kyoya knew what she wanted him to say and it was still difficult for him to let himself go but it had been getting easier.
"It's the most efficient way." Haruhi reminded him.
"I don't disagree," Kyoya said, moving his hand towards her. "But we're going to be together for the rest of our lives. It's depressing to know our conversations will reflect the transience of a business venture."
Haruhi snorted but took his hand. "Depressing indeed." She smiled at him. Kyoya's attempts to show affection didn't make much sense sometimes but at least he was still trying.
"And about what happened last night…" Kyoya began.
Haruhi quickly interrupted. "I completely forgot that it was an important date in my womanly cycle and I realize I should not have been embarrassed but I mean…" She inched closer to him to whisper, "The sheets were white. I felt like a child wetting the bed."
They were in their room but she still felt the need to whisper. Kyoya pressed his lips together to stop himself from smiling at her cuteness. This was a topic she was passionate about and he knew laughing would only make it seem like he was making fun of her.
"You can laugh," Haruhi said flatly. "Just because you didnʻt start your period on your wedding night at the exact moment before," She closed her eyes and trailed off. She couldnʻt even say it. Kyoya sat at the foot of the bed while she walked towards the closet to put her suitcase away.
Before she could walk past him to the desk chair, Kyoya gently pulled her to sit next to him. Haruhi startled as she sat down. Kyoya wrapped his arms around her, making Haruhi just a bit frightened by his sudden actions.
"I wish you knew." Kyoya sighed to himself.
Haruhi couldnʻt look at him without feeling the tears from her period hormones well up. She felt that he had inadvertently said it out loud so she asked, "Knew what?"
"How much I adore you." He said.
As it turned out all of the judges except for Riku were retired attorneys that had been in high demand during their prime. Riku was the only one that would be a recurring figure during the entirety of this case, then the team would really be the responsibility of the company.
When the meeting was adjourned, almost everybody left immediately. Haruhi was sure they were either eager to study the case on their own or enjoy a day off.
"Haruhi," She heard two male voices say.
Riku approached her first. Kyoya was instantly mobbed by the remaining attorneys.
"Do you have time to talk?" Riku asked. "I have to tell you something regarding the past few weeks."
"My friend is waiting for me downstairs. Is it urgent?" Haruhi asked. She didn't mean to be rude but she felt bad about making Tamaki wait and she wanted to leave before Kyoya could catch up.
"Sort of," Riku answered. "It can wait for another day. How does tomorrow at eleven sound? We can meet at the cafe or somewhere else."
"That's perfect. I'll see you then." Haruhi said. She bolted towards the door as soon as Riku had turned away.
Kyoya excused himself, promising to answer all questions later and followed her out.
Haruhi rapidly walked to Tamaki's car, opening the passenger door without hesitation.
"Letʻs go."
Tamaki didn't question her. It was obvious she was on Kyoya's legal team and that was enough.
He turned on the car. Instead of closing her eyes, as she would have done under normal circumstances, Haruhi stared straight ahead. Even her breathing was steady although Tamaki guessed it was because her mind was back in the courtroom and not in the terrifying car.
"Oh no," Tamaki breathed out.
"What?"
"Kyoya-"
Haruhi stared in front of her blankly until she finally registered what she was staring at. "Keep going." She replied.
"He's standing-"
"I don't care. Keep driving."
"I'm not going to run over him, Haruhi," Tamaki said, turning the car off.
"Then I'll do it," Haruhi said, already unbuckling her seat belt to walk over to the driver's side.
She quickly made her way around the car and opened Tamaki's door.
Kyoya followed her. He closed Tamaki's door, calmly saying, "I want to explain."
Haruhi pulled the door open "Get out of the car Tamaki." Tamaki was frozen in his seat.
"Stay in the car, Tamaki." Kyoya rebutted, pushing the door closed.
Haruhi continued to pull the door while Kyoya pushed it. Tamaki just sat in his seat with a dumbfounded expression. What was going on?
"Haruhi, we're not kids," Kyoya said, exasperation beginning to seep through his words.
"That doesn't stop me from wanting to get away from you."
"Running me over won't solve anything."
"I beg to differ."
"Guys," Tamaki said timidly. Haruhi and Kyoya were the scariest beings on earth when they were angry. They were opening and closing his door so intensely that it scared him to attempt stepping out.
"Can we just converse like civilized people instead of playing these stupid games?" Kyoya slammed the door shut loudly.
Haruhi didn't jump or move back. "No." She stated simply.
"Why not?"
"Because every time we talk I'm the one that gets hurt and I'm the one that has to deal with the consequences."
"Oh, Iʻm sorry are you the only one who is divorced?"
"Iʻm the only one that gets pitying looks from everyone who knows us."
"I promise this talk will be different."
"You're not very good at keeping promises remember?"
"Please." Kyoya insisted. His voice finally wavered, as if he was minutes from giving up. If she rejected him again he would have no choice but to leave her alone.
Haruhi remembered the time she wished Kyoya wasn't so good at hiding his emotions. Looking at the raw emotion in his eyes, she remembered why he had to master that art. He was almost as transparent as Tamaki without those glasses.
"When?" She sighed.
"I have fifteen minutes right now because the meeting ended early but-"
"But you have another appointment and want to get there early." Haruhi finished. "Iʻve heard that story before."
"But," Kyoya continued. "I can cancel everything else today. And tomorrow. And any other day if you ask me to."
Tamaki gently knocked on his window. He was too afraid to roll it down. "Kyoya, are you sure thatʻs a good idea?"
In response, Kyoya pulled out his phone, pressing a number on his speed dial. "Cancel all of my appointments today." He hung up.
Haruhi and Tamaki looked at each other than at Kyoya.
"I donʻt think itʻs a good idea but I did it anyway. Is that enough for you to believe me?"
"If you had only done that from the start," Haruhi muttered while she dug through her bag until she found sticky notes and a pen. She scribbled down an address. "Iʻll see you there in two hours."
Haruhi opened Tamakiʻs door again. "Tamaki, are you still willing to give me a ride?"
"Of course," Tamaki said.
Haruhi walked back around to the passengerʻs seat and sat down. Tamaki watched as Kyoya walked towards the elevator,
"Are you sure youʻre ready to talk to him?"
Haruhi shook her head. "You can turn on the car." She was too rattled about the case to think about her other worries.
Tamaki hesitated but turned the car on again. "Where do you want to go?" He asked as he headed out of the parking structure.
"Work," Haruhi said. "Iʻm not going to see him."
Tamaki slowly braked at a red light. He looked at her, trying to decipher her thoughts.
"He had me wait for months. It wonʻt hurt him to wait a day." Haruhi said.
Tamaki sighed. He would agree if he could but he knew she was wrong. One day could do more damage than she knew. Or rather, she knew how much damage it would do but was choosing to ignore it.
The light turned green. He drove in silence.
Finally, he said. "You know that if you do this to him he wonʻt attempt to explain anything to you. Heʻll just interpret it as a sign that itʻs truly over."
"It should have been over when we signed the divorce papers. Itʻs too hard for me to sit in front of him and relive the last year."
"Since when is something too hard for the audacious commoner?" Tamaki asked. "It's hard for me to accept that you're giving up."
"Iʻm not giving up. I've tried. You know I have! Iʻm just tired of having to reexamine the past year."
"I have seen both of you half-heartedly attempt to talk to each other. Neither of you has truly admitted or taken responsibility for your mistakes."
"I thought you would understand how Iʻm feeling."
"Trust me, I do. Unfortunately, I also know how he feels. Youʻre forgetting that Iʻm his best friend too." As an afterthought, he added, "Or at least I was."
Haruhi huffed. She understood his reasoning even though it pained her to admit it.
"You should go talk to him." He repeated after another long silence.
"Do you really think so?"
"Yes. I donʻt want you to get hurt but I think we both know youʻll have regrets if you donʻt do it."
"Why are you so insistent on this, Tamaki?"
"I just - I know more about what's going on than you think."
"Really? Then please explain everything to me because one minute you're worried about me seeing him and the next you're urging me to go talk to him."
"I'll admit that my behavior can be confusing for you, especially given our current circumstances, but I can't help but be honest when I see a problem," Tamaki said.
"And you always say what you're feeling if you think it can help someone." Haruhi relented. "I guess I've been a little selfish with all of this," Haruhi admitted.
"You've got that right," Tamaki said, smiling. "My point is if you truly want to get everything over with you have to talk it out and you know it."
"I really wish you weren't making so much sense," Haruhi said.
"Me too," Tamaki replied. He had just come to terms with his feelings but the one thing he wanted more than anything was for his friends to be happy. He tried to ignore the fact it happened twice in the span of fewer than ten years and with the same people too.
"But I still have to ask for permission to leave work early."
"Got it."
Kyoya watched as another woman passed by him. Her cheeks were bright red and streaked with tears. A male tried silently led her to a seat against a wall. He gently helped her sit down, never letting go of her hand. He sat down next to her, wrapped his arm around her shoulder and pulled her closer to him.
Kyoya didnʻt want to listen. He had heard enough of these conversations to guess that this is what Haruhi wanted. Even so, the pair was sitting almost right next to him, it was nearly impossible for him not to hear their conversation.
The woman shook as she spoke, "Weʻre never going to…" Her words were drowned by sobs,
The man shook his head slightly, "Thatʻs not true. There are other ways."
"But I canʻt -"
The man cut her off gently, "Thatʻs not your fault."
They remained in silence. Kyoya looked at them. She was still crying and although the man was silent, his expression displayed his restraint. He knew he couldnʻt cry no matter how much he wanted to because if he cried it would only hit her harder.
Half an hour later, Kyoya didnʻt know if Haruhi was intentionally late or if she wasnʻt planning on showing up.
An ecstatic couple walked past him. "Just two =months to go!" The woman exclaimed.
"Are you sure you donʻt want to know the gender? Itʻs not too late." A worried man asked.
"You know I love surprises!" The woman replied.
"I just wish we knew what type of clothes to buy for it."
"Donʻt worry. Weʻll be fine." The woman smiled, walking ahead. "Now, hurry up you slowpoke or weʻre going to be late for the baby shower."
"How did you know about that?" The man asked, following her out the door. "I was even pretending to worry about the clothes."
The woman simply laughed.
Kyoya looked around again. Haruhi wasnʻt anywhere in sight. The receptionist glanced at him for the hundredth time. That was another sign he should have left an hour ago. He slowly began to get up but sat back down a second later. If Haruhi was just going to be late he could wait longer.
But if she wasnʻt planning on showing up this was a waste of time.
His phone buzzed. Something else that had happened for the hundredth time. Again, Kyoya found himself consumed by a mental debate. If he answered and it was urgent, he would barely be able to restrain himself from leaving (if he managed to do it all). If he ignored it, there would be no end to the stress he would feel from not knowing what the text said.
ʻI wonʻt leave. Iʻll look at the text but I wonʻt leave. No matter what it says, I will stay here.ʻ He repeated over and over as he opened the text messages. The first one prompted him to grip his phone harder. ʻThe reason Iʻm in this predicament is my indifference to our issues,ʻ he began, scrolling through the messages. ʻAnd this may be my last chance...ʻ he trailed off.
Without a second thought, he stood up and walked out the door, quickly dialing his brotherʻs number.
Before he could speak he heard a shout from the phone. "Itʻs your own fault!" His brother screamed. "If you were here-"
"Iʻm busy. Just tell me exactly what happened." Kyoya said. He had quickly learned that the best way to speak to his brothers during a state of crisis wasnʻt with the expected politeness and moderation of his opinions.
"YOUʻRE busy? How do you think weʻre doing?"
"Iʻm assuming perfectly fine since you have time to rant." Kyoya retorted.
"Youʻre being pretty rude for being the person that started this mess."
"Yuuichi," Kyoya began. "We would be more productive if we talked about business now and personal feelings later."
Yuuichi laughed and muttered something to a person in the background. It was probably Akito.
There was some bickering and finally, Kyoya assumed, Akito yanked the phone out of Yuuichiʻs hand.
"Look, that…person," Akito said, making it obvious that even his euphemisms were too mean. "Is here," he finished.
"Which we expected," Kyoya said.
"Yes, but what we didnʻt expect was for them to bring evidence. It wasnʻt very hard to get ahold of pictures. In fact, weʻre all sure that itʻs a taunt at this point."
"So you have pictures?"
"Yes, but Kyoya itʻs better for you to be here. Itʻs bad enough to discuss matters on the phone when weʻre in such a predicament."
Kyoya looked around again. He hadnʻt seen Haruhi walk inside and she wasnʻt anywhere outside. The area was too small for there to be another way in.
"I canʻt."
"You're rich and healthy. Iʻm sure you can find a way to get here."
"Like I told Yuuichi, Iʻm busy."
"Doing what?!" Akitoʻs patience was running thin. Kyoya reminded himself to give him props for that later.
"Itʻs a personal matter," Kyoya said.
"Your personal matters are what started this, so unless what youʻre doing will help us, you better be here in the next twenty minutes."
Kyoya stopped listening when he noticed a figure approaching. "Akito-"
His older brother continued to talk but Kyoya couldn't listen when Haruhi was standing in front of him.
"Are you leaving?" She asked with no detectable emotions.
"No," he answered. "I was on the phone with my brother."
"I see." Haruhi said.
True to the trend of this day, Kyoya was once again unsure of what she wanted him to do. He hesitantly raised the phone to his ear again. "Akito, Iʻll call you later." He clicked the end call button before he could hear the angry protests that were sure to come.
"Have you been waiting outside?"
"No, I was inside up until a few minutes ago."
Haruhi nodded again. She stared at him blankly, not at all intent in saying anything more.
"Should we go inside?" He asked,
"Should we?"
"Haruhi," Kyoya sighed. "Just tell me what to do and Iʻll do it. We donʻt have to play these games."
"Do you think Iʻm enjoying this?"
"I think that you wouldnʻt be dragging this out if you didnʻt."
"Of course you do," Haruhi muttered. "Well, let's find out if you'll enjoy doing this as much as you think I do." She began to walk into the hospital.
"I'm not so distracted with work that I can't guess why we're here," Kyoya said, walking behind her.
"Then why couldn't you conclude that I've been dragging it out until I was ready to face it? You might have been anxious to know everything but all I've been trying to do is forget." She spoke so fast that Kyoya could almost believe he hadn't heard her correctly so he quietly followed her to the check-in line.
"I'm sure the all-knowing Kyoya has figured out why we're here but I'm going to clarify it before you delude yourself into thinking something else."
"That was unnecessary."
"I disagree. We're here to see my medical records and speak to the doctor that attended me."
"Haruhi Fujioka?" The nurse called.
Haruhi and Kyoya stood up.
"Good morning," The nurse said. "This way please." She led them through the door and stopped almost immediately after. Haruhi already knew what to do. She went through the basic check up procedures and answered the usual questions at the nurse's desk. Finally, they were led through a short series of corridors until the nurse opened a door. "You may take a seat. The doctor will be here shortly."
"Thank you," Haruhi and Kyoya said.
"So did you come here throughout the pregnancy?" Kyoya said the last words quietly.
"No...I came for checkups after," Haruhi said. "I went to our- your - clinic before."
"Why did you transfer?"
"Because I wasn't sure if your father was really keeping his promise to stop keeping tabs on us."
"He was. He had no idea about any of this."
'I figured that much when he didn't send anything to congratulate us and when you weren't forced to send a message. But I prefered to keep him in the dark about it."
"I wouldn't have needed to be forced if I knew."
"But you'd have needed to be forced to check my messages."
What could Kyoya say to rebut that when it was true?
"When I realized what was happening," She looked down, blinking rapidly. "I told Kotoko to call the paramedics for a general hospital and asked her to make sure I wasn't taken to an Ootori hospital."
"Why?"
"Because I didn't want you to know!" She exclaimed as quietly as she could. "You weren't there for any of the cravings or the two ultrasounds or anything at all. You didn't even bother to call or text me and I shouldn't have had to go through this for you to realize how terrible your attitude was."
"I admit that I was wrong but you didn't tell me anything when I came back either."
"I didn't want to. I had already made up my mind to divorce you."
"Without giving me a chance to explain myself?"
"Did you ask me why I called you so many times? No. Did you ask why I wasn't home on the weekends? No."
"You didn't have to keep it to yourself even after everything happened. We were never home at the same time. I had a right to know that I had a child and if you had told me when I got back you know damn well I wouldn't have left your side."
"Wouldn't you?"
"I wouldn't have."
"It's too late to know now isn't it?"
"I donʻt think it is. I know now."
There was a gentle knock on the door then a doctor walked in. " , it's nice to see you again. How are you doing?"
Haruhi smiled. "I'm doing much better thank you. How are you?"
"I'm the same as always. Is this your.." The doctor looked at Kyoya.
"He's my ex-husband," Haruhi said. There was no point in pretending that he was something else.
Kyoya shook the doctor's hand. "I'm Ootori Kyoya. It's a pleasure to meet you."
"I'm doctor Sato." The doctor said. She walked around the desk and sat on the big brown chair opposite them. "So, you're here today for your final check-in, correct?"
"Yes, I am."
"Well," The doctor read through some files on his computer. "According to the nurse's notes, you're healthy. Your blood pressure is back to normal. Your BMI is fine which means you gained some weight?"
Haruhi nodded.
"And you said your last period was?"
"On the seventh of last month."
"Perfect." The doctor turned away from the computer to fully face them. "From the looks of it, your body is back to normal. However, you have to make sure to keep drinking lots of water and keeping your weight where it should be. If you lose track of your food and water intake it could take a toll on you again."
"I will. I think my mental state is getting better too."
"I"m happy to hear that. Have you experienced any discomfort with the wound or around your cervix?"
"Not since my last visit."
"Okay." The doctor typed into the computer again. "It says here you also came for a sort of consultation with your partner?"
Haruhi grimaced. "I was wondering if Kyoya could view any medical record or ultrasounds that you have available. I understand that you offer a sort of summary of pregnancy for people in situations similar to mine?"
Doctor Sato pulled stood up to open a drawer in one corner of the room. "We do. It's such a small clinic that we try to give our patients as much help as possible." She pulled out a folder and sat back down, placing the folder on the desk. "So then for the summary, would you like me to start from the beginning of the pregnancy or…?"
They both looked at Kyoya. "From the beginning if possible," Kyoya replied.
"If itʻs not a problem I would like to wait outside during this portion," Haruhi said..
The doctor nodded in understanding. "You may stay in the waiting room or ask a nurse to guide you to our support center if you need it. We will let you know when we finish."
"Thank you," Haruhi said. When she sat down in the waiting room, Haruhi wished she could wait outside without earning suspicious looks. She had almost forgotten how dangerous it was for her to listen to even a fraction of other patientʻs conversation. Whether the parents were healthily expecting a child or having trouble, Haruhi couldnʻt stop the pain she felt in her abdomen. The doctor told her that it didnʻt actually hurt, she was just imagining that it did but that didnʻt lessen the pain, no matter how many times she reminded herself.
Usually, sheʻd be busying herself with work but she couldnʻt concentrate well enough while listening to music and she needed something to block the surrounding conversations. Her mind was too occupied to process what she was reading, and especially too occupied to immerse herself in a book. So Haruhi had decided to watch compilation videos of cute animals.
"Well, to be quite frank there isnʻt much I can say about the pregnancy. Unfortunately, it was very short. Ms. Fujioka asked me to go through her medical records post pregnancy if you asked to see them." The doctor said.
"Yes, please," Kyoya said. If Haruhi allowed it beforehand it was for a reason. Perhaps a test to see if he was truly interested in her? He hoped that was it.
"Alright. Letʻs get started then." The doctor opened the file. "These are copies of the files weʻre allowed to disclose to relatives of our patientʻs. Youʻre more than welcome to keep any of these at the end of the consultation but if you want access to other files I would have to get permission from ."
"Thatʻs perfect." Kyoya agreed. "May I?" His hand moved towards a rectangular piece of paper.
"Of course. That is the ultrasound that was done at another hospital during the fourteenth week of pregnancy or the twelfth week from conception. At this point, the baby was about three and a half inches long and weighed about an ounce. Here," The doctorʻs finger circled a part of the picture. "We can see the babyʻs head and here is the hand."
"Is it near the mouth?" Kyoya asked, trying to look closely at it.
"It appears to be. I suppose she was hungry and trying to suck on her thumb." She smiled.
Kyoya stared at the paper in wonder, forgetting everything he knew about medicine. "How is it possible to confirm itʻs gender when itʻs so small?"
"The doctor that took the ultrasound " the obstetrician determined that the baby was female, but it was supposed to be confirmed during the next appointment."
When Kyoya remained silent, the doctor continued. "Have you been made aware of the details concerning ʻs car accident?"
"I have but I would like to know more about her time in the hospital."
"From the doctorʻs notes, both the mother and the baby displayed steady vital signals throughout her observation. was able to walk around relatively painlessly much quicker than others and the baby showed steady movement. Both the obstetric examination and ultrasound showed no sign of any injury."
The doctor handed him another ultrasound image. "In this picture, the baby was slightly more developed since it was fifteen weeks old so it was about the size of a grapefruit at that point."
Kyoya couldnʻt help but feel a flash of anger at the doctors responsible for Haruhiʻs examination after the accident. Not only had Kyoya failed Haruhi, but the damn company that he was working so hard for failed her too. Tamaki said she was hospitalized for a week and they still couldnʻt detect anything wrong?
"Do you have any questions?" The doctor asked, sensing that he did but seemed to be restraining himself.
"Why did such a serious occurrence go unnoticed by the doctors?"
"I canʻt give you a firm response about that since it was done at another hospital. We only have the documents that were transferred here and they all report that both the mother and baby were healthy. You can read them," The doctor handed him the next sheet of paper. Kyoya skimmed at and sure enough, there was nothing that noted there was anything potentially wrong."
Upon seeing Kyoyaʻs disturbed expression the doctor continued, "But we think the placental abruption was chronic which means it was detaching over time. said she hadnʻt suffered from any symptoms before that day so weʻre really not sure."
"How severe was the abruption when Haruhi arrived at the hospital?"
"It was a complete abruption. When arrived at the hospital she had lost a significant amount of blood, but fortunately, she arrived before a blood transfusion was necessary."
"You really couldnʻt save her?" Kyoya asked faintly. It was truly starting to hit him now.
The doctor grimaced. "If the baby had been older the doctors might have been able to save it but because it was only fifteen weeks old it didnʻt survive. Thereʻs no way to reattach the placenta and was too weak to attempt giving birth the traditional way."
"So she had a cesarean delivery?"
"Yes. The hospital offered normal services given to mothers. We also offered counseling and referred her to institutions that provided more treatments." The doctor suddenly frowned. "May I ask a personal question?"
Kyoya almost frowned back but agreed. "Sure."
"Excuse my phrasing but why do you seem so...confused by what happened? You approved a blood transfusion in case becmae unconscious and needed one."
Kyoya actually frowned this time. He supposed it wasnʻt fair for him to get mad at Tamaki for using his name when it had been to help Haruhi. "I guess I my mind just blocked the experience." He said.
It was once again Kyoyaʻs turn to sit in the waiting room. After Haruhi had been informed that Kyoyaʻs consultation was over Haruhi wanted to speak to the doctor alone. Kyoya looked around the hospital while he waited.
Instead of anxious glances at the entrance and gloomy expressions every time a patient was called in or walked out, he was watching with a business mindset. His consultation had been uninterrupted, and detailed. Not only had the doctor known every bit of Haruhiʻs information available to her but she was willing to extend the consultation period. Kyoya wondered if that was largely attributed to the fact that the clinic was small or to the doctorʻs own feeling of responsibility to patients. But then how would that explain the relatively extensive services and resources offered to patients? If this was indeed a small clinic, with few patients then the funding couldnʻt have been enough to pay for the endless list of professionals. Why would they hire so many teams if their patient list wasnʻt long? Or were they just partnered with various other health clinics?
Before he could begin to formulate conclusions Haruhi exited the doctorʻs office. Haruhi glanced at Kyoya but that was all of the acknowledgment he received because Haruhi walked past him and out of the door.
After recovering from his confusion, Kyoya stood up and followed her out. About halfway across the parking lot Haruhi abruptly stopped walking. She ducked her head and pulled something out of her pocket. She quickly typed away, hit send, and turned around to face Kyoya.
"Can you take me home?" She asked in a tone that implied it was almost painful to get the words out.
"Of course," Kyoya replied without hesitation. "Do you know of any bus routes to your house?"
"No," Haruhi didnʻt mention that Tamaki had proclaimed himself her designated driver to every appointment and if it wasnʻt him it was another host club member. It was only after the third check up that Haruhi stopped thinking that one day Kyoya would be the one taking her.
"Iʻll look at the map then." Kyoya said, turning on his phone.
" Nevermind." Haruhi said. "We both know you canʻt waste any time."
"Who said I was wasting my time?"
"Nobody had to say it for me to know you thought it at least once today."
"I will admit that I thought it while I was in the waiting room wondering if you were actually going to show up but I dismissed it when I realized why you could have intentionally been late."
Haruhi didnʻt bother asking what his realizations were because her motives would have been obvious to anybody.
"Why did you change your mind about me taking you home?" Kyoya asked, before Haruhi could start walking again.
"I donʻt want you to know where I live," Haruhi said.
"You didnʻt think of that before asking me?" Kyoya asked. He had been careless and uninterested but he hadnʻt forgotten how thoroughly Haruhi thought over things in just a few seconds. "Did the doctor tell you that spending just one day together could help you with the remaining difficulties youʻve been having?"
"Yes but even if it helps me in the future I can barely look at you without wanting to claw your eyes out." She couldnʻt admit to herself that she also felt guilt every time she saw him. She should have chosen a better husband, a better father for her children. She shouldnʻt be questioning if she had truly done everything in her power to inform Kyoya of her pregnancy. Most of all, she should have been able to confidently classify her stomach flips as disgust every time he did anything that reminded her of their happier years together. That was one of the worst reasons she felt such a sense of guilt.
"i understand. You were drunk and still managed to tell me you hate me."
If Kyoya said sorry would that just make her angrier? If he said he wished he could redo everything she would say it was useless for him to wish that. If he said he wanted to make up for it in whatever way he could, she would think he was pitying her.
Haruhi froze. She had almost forgotten about that. If he remembered what she said at that point, could he remember the rest? His expression didn't imply that he knew more than that.
With a sigh and the thought of Tamaki's words, Haruhi turned on her phone. "There's a bus stop one block away. Do you have a bus pass?"
Kyoya stared at her blankly.
"Do you have change?" Haruhi asked.
"I only have a credit card." Kyoya replied.
"Okay, this might be a long shot but did you drive here?"
"I did actually."
"Good. Where's the car?"
Kyoya led her to it and opened the door.
"I thought you would feel more comfortable taking the bus after…" He trailed off. If it was hard for him to say it, it must have been impossible for her.
"I do so don't turn on the car." Haruhi said, now rummaging through the glove compartment. She pulled out a small envelope and opened it with relief. "Here," she handed him a plastic card. "It shouldn't be expired yet because I purchased the year pass. But just in case," She folded the envelope and placed it in her bag.
"When did you place these in here?" He said, following her out of the car.
"Since we got the cars. I didn't think the bus passes were necessary but now I'm glad I decided to add them." She stopped talking abruptly. For a second it felt like old times and that was the last thing she wanted. "The bus stop is this way." She said, walking out of the parking lot.
"What made you change your mind?"
Haruhi hesitated a bit before saying, "Tamaki."
"Okay," Kyoya replied, trying his best to keep the jealousy out of his voice.
"And I found your glasses. If you're going to court you need to do better at hiding your emotions."
