Kanoi: Kyaaaaaaa… It's been like a month since I last updated, and I'm terribly sorry for that. The holidays kept me busy and I also had a lot going on life wise (couldn't even get out holiday specials). Now I'm back though and will hopefully start being good with the updates again. New year, new start, right?

Kaoru: A late happy new year!

Hikaru: Kanoi does not own Ouran, so please do not sue her. –whispers- She doesn't own very much. –ducks a flying shoe-

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"Kamori, party of four," Kano said to the hostess.

"Kamori… Kamori… Oh yes, here you are," said the young hostess, smiling. "If you would please follow me." The hostess picked up four menus and led the two couples to their table.

"Someone will be with you shortly to take you order. Please enjoy your evening," said the hostess politely. She bowed and walked back to her post.

The two couples began chatting and looking over their menus. A few moments later a woman in a suit with sapphire eyes and dark hair that was pulled back walked to their table.

"Now why are you four sitting out here?" questioned the mystery woman.

All eight eyes turned to the voice's owner.

"Sakamoto-san!" exclaimed Tamaki.

"The woman was Ohtori Sakamoto, owner of the restaurant/club, as well as heiress to a large culinary establishment owned by the Orie family.

"You four are to come with me," she said, smiling lightly.

"What? Why?" Yuri questioned, utterly confused. She didn't think they had done anything wrong.

"Just follow me," ordered Sakamoto before picking up the quartet's menus and walking off.

The four had no choice but to follow the noble woman. Sakamoto led them to a private back room.

"Whoa, whoa, whoa!" cried Kano, "I can't afford this!"

Sakamoto smiled at the fretting man.

"Don't worry, it's on the house," she consoled. "As is everything you order tonight."

"Are you serious?" exclaimed a very excited Yuri.

Sakamoto nodded, still smiling.

"It's a good thing our guests are close friends of the owner's husband!" cheered Yuri as she sat down. "Now, bring on the drinks!"

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For hours the group enjoyed each other's company. Yuri noticed something strange though. Haruhi wasn't drinking. It wasn't as if the brunette usually drank a lot, but this was a celebration damn it! She decided she would definitely find out what was wrong with her friend.

"If you'll please excuse me, I need to go powder my nose," Yuri said politely, placing her napkin on the table as she stood. The redheaded lawyer looked at Haruhi. "You're coming with me!" was the only warning poor Haruhi received before being grabbed by Yuri and pulled off to the restroom.

The two men stared after their significant others, bewildered. Why did girls always have to go to the bathroom in groups?

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Haruhi rubbed her abused arm as she looked at her friend strangely.

"What was that for?" she asked irritably.

"That," Yuri said, pointing for more emphasis, "was because you're being strange."

A pause followed as both women stared at Haruhi's chest; Haruhi in irritation and Yuri in embarrassment. Yuri removed her finger from her friend's bust, a light blush on her pale cheeks. Haruhi looked back at her friend boredly.

"Now, how exactly am I being strange?" the brunette asked, more out of necessity than actual curiosity.

"You're not drinking anything," accused the redhead.

"Do I ever drink?" questioned the brunette, an eyebrow raised.

"You usually have at least one sip of champagne," stated Yuri. "So tell me, what's wrong?"

Haruhi cast her brown eyes to the side and mumbled something.

"What was that?" Yuri asked, a little worried.

"I'm pregnant."

"What!? How far are you!?" asked Yuri in shock.

"Two months…" stated Haruhi hesitantly.

"Ah… so it's a honeymoon baby then," Yuri suggested, winking her eye scandalously which caused Haruhi to blush slightly. "But… I would have though Tamaki-san would have been all excitable about it, he hasn't said a word…" said a bewildered redhead.

"He doesn't know yet," Haruhi quickly supplied.

"What? But why? He'd be so happy."

"That's just it. I don't know if I could handle him being that ecstatic; I might have to throw him out a window or something," groaned the pregnant woman.

Yuri laughed. "Yeah, I can understand that. You're going to have to tell him eventually though; you're going to start showing soon."

"I know, I know…"

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Kanoi: -GASP- That cat's out of the bag!

Hikaru: Why aren't we here?

Kanoi: You were in it. The wedding, remember?

Hikaru: I meant more.

Kanoi: You are SO self-centered. Anyway, I'm gonna write a nice fic for you and Kaoru in this time soon, so stop complaining.

Hikaru: Good.

Kanoi: ANYWAY! I'm not extremely happy with how this turned out; it was a lot more OC centered than I would have liked, but still. Hopefully I'll be getting away from the OC's again the more I get into the story. They're just kind of important at this stage for helping set up the whole pregnancy thing. The next chapter should be more Host Club people though since Haruhi will be telling everyone she's preggers.