Day Four - Home for the Holidays

Characters: KyoHaru

Genre: Fluff

Triggers: None

Haruhi paced back and forth beside their queen bed as she tried not to nervously bite her bottom lip. Her eyes followed the faint tracks her bare feet left in their bedroom carpet but she barely paid attention to where she stepped. No, not when Kyoya's phone call was seven minutes late.

Perhaps she could blame her hormones for making her worry so much. She considered this as her hands nestled cradled the swell of their child. Yes, perhaps she was overreacting - or overthinking - but her growing nerves couldn't completely rule out the horrible possibilities.

He got into a car accident on the way back to his hotel.

He ate spoiled food and was now in the hospital.

Haruhi paused her pacing and tried to shake away the intrusive thoughts. They weren't helping her situation and she didn't want to drive herself crazy with hypothetical situations.

She turned to sit down on the bed and fixed her nightgown back over her knees. She sighed, knowing within a month or two she wouldn't be able to fit into her favorite nightgown anymore, the same one Kyoya had gifted her three years ago. It was so comfortable and soft, it was perfect for lounging. Once their child was born she could return to wearing her usual attire but for now she kept on the lookout for stretchable maternity pants and whatever the twins conjure up in their sewing rooms.

Haruhi glanced at the landline phone sitting on her nightstand again, silently willing it to ring. Kyoya should have called her ten minutes ago, just as he always did when he was away on business. Before he left her with a suitcase in hand and a kiss on her cheek he'd promise to call her at 6:00pm sharp every night to check in. Their evening schedule rarely changed beside the occasional spontaneous meetings. However, even when he'd be late he would let her know ahead of time.

He wouldn't let her worry unnecessarily. Not like this.

Not now.

From behind her she heard their bedroom door creak open. Although she was feeling distressed she didn't want to be bothered.

She waved her hand in dismissal without turning around, "I'm sorry Tachibana, could you check in later?"

The person scoffed, their voice deep and tired, "That's no way to greet your husband."

Haruhi instantly perked up, jumping to her feet and quickly rounding the bed. Before her stood a very worn man, sleep etched in the bags under his eyes and chapped lips mostly likely due to his short walk through the bitter cold between his car and their front door. His suit looked slept in, probably because it was, but it oddly pulled his exhausted appearance together.

"Kyoya, you're home." Haruhi sighed happily, relief washing over her tense shoulders and burdened back. The thoughts that scathed her mind just minutes earlier had all but vanished now, disappearing into the darkness of night outside their window.

Kyoya nodded as he set his briefcase down. He shrugged off his jacket and slipped his arms free, "I don't want to tell you how many strings I had to pull to get home by tonight but let's say I feel like a marionette."

Haruhi chuckled and stepped forward, aching to wrap her arms around him and embrace him warmly. Kyoya saw the hesitation in her eyes as she looked over his slumped posture. He mentally thanked her for the consideration but he didn't want her to keep her distance. He didn't sleep in the backseat of their family car for five hours while braving a mild blizzard and dropping temperatures just to watch his wife fidget nervously four feet away.

He closed the distance between them and leaned down for a kiss, grazing her warm soft cheek with his still chapped lips. He licked his lips embarrassingly and smirked when Haruhi leaned in for another.

"You weren't supposed to be home until after Christmas." She said contently against his shoulder, melting as his arms surrounded her. Her belly pressed against his but that didn't stop him from trying to close every inch between them. He missed his wife dearly while he was away the past three weeks and with her being so close… it nearly drove him mad with worry. He feared if he didn't say no to his work for once in his life he may miss the most important moment in his life…

The birth of his child.

Their friends joked their child would be their Christmas gift for this year so they shouldn't expect any form them but Kyoya and Haruhi honestly didn't mind at all. As long as their child was born healthy and safe they couldn't care less about any other present.

Kyoya kissed her cheek as his hand greeted her swell, feeling his son greet him back with a strong kick against his palm, "There are more important matters than work right now and I don't plan on missing a single thing."