Kanoi: W00T! A decently long chapter! Well... longer than the past few at least.

Hikaru: Wow... you're actually getting updates up on time lately.

Kanoi: No thanks to my mother.

Hikaru: Huh?

Kaoru: Kanoi's mother was trying to steal the computer and then started making weird noises and facial expressions.

Hikaru: Oh...

Kaoru, Hikaru, & Kanoi: -sigh- Mothers...

Kanoi: ANYWAY! This chapter is dedicated to waitingimpatiently because she wanted to see more Tamaki. So here he is Though it I think it's a bit boring... Oh well.

Kaoru: Kanoi doesn't own Ouran.

Kanoi: Unless having two of the mangas counts! -gives the twins a bright, hopeful smile-

Hikaru & Kaoru: It doesn't!

Kanoi: Well you don't have to be mean about it... -goes and pouts-

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Tamaki gave his wife a light kiss and gave a quick pat and bright smile to her swelling belly. With that he took his leave to the office. He always hated leaving his wonderful Haruhi for the day (even if she did have her own job to get to), but this hatred had grown worse and worse with everyday that passed since she had become pregnant. With the intelligent brunette now almost at her five month mark Tamaki found himself worried more and more for the health of his beloved and his little, unborn baby. But he knew that if he didn't go to work everyday like normal his wife would go ballistic (those mood swings were murder on his poor, delicate soul), and that would be far worse for his wife's health than anything else.

!#$&()

"Suoh-san, Ohtori-san called earlier, and I told him you would call him back when you got into the office," Tamaki's secretary (a diminutive, mousy woman) informed him as she took to walking quickly at him side, "Also, you have a meeting at one this afternoon. Your father wanted you to call him when you got a free moment."

"Is there anything else?" Tamaki questioned, his impeccable smile shining upon his face.

The secretary smiled back, feeling at complete ease in her boss's presence. It was an odd effect she found he had on everyone, and it made her (otherwise detestable) job quite enjoyable.

"No sir," she answered.

"Thank you," Tamaki said honestly, "Could you please go and get me a coffee?"

"Of course, Suoh-san," the secretary replied with a bright smile and then scurried off to fetch the beverage her lovable boss had asked for.

As soon as Tamaki sat down at his desk he picked up his phone and punched in a long-since memorized number.

"Ohtori Kyoya's office, may I help you," answered a thickly accented voice.

"Yes, this is Suoh Tamaki, I received a call from Kyoya earlier," the blonde man supplied the secretary on the other side.

"Oh yes, Ohtori-san has been expecting your call, I'll put you right through."

"Thank you."

"Tamaki, so glad to hear from you," Kyoya answered, and Tamaki could almost hear the trademark Kyoya-smirk through the phone line.

"You called?" Tamaki asked in his sweetly oblivious voice.

"Yes. Sakamoto has demanded I invite you and Haruhi over for dinner next Friday night," Kyoya drawled.

"Oh, that's sounds delightful," Tamaki squeeled (though with much masculinity) in true excitement, "I will ask Haruhi if she's busy and then let you know."

"Good. Call me back when you find out. Bye." Then came the click that let Tamaki know Kyoya had hung up without waiting for Tamaki to say another word.

Tamaki sighed and stared at his phone. He had such an impatient best friend. A soft knock sounded on the blonde's door and the head of his secretary popped in.

"I have your coffee, Suoh-san," she announced with a smile.

!#$&()

Tamaki stretched his arms and heard a crack resound loudly from his back as he fell into his large, leather chair. How the blonde hated meetings, he was far too energetic to sit in one place for hours and hear old men drone on about budgets or some such. Sadly, it was a requirement of life. Tamaki decide he should make a few calls in his last hour and a half at the office. First person on his list of people to call was Haruhi about the dinner invitation he had received earlier in the day from the Ohtori family. He quickly dialed her cell phone number (why would he bother calling his wife's office?). After the brunette said she could go to dinner next Friday, she and her husband conversed for a very short time before she said she had to go due to a lot of work she had yet to finish. Next Tamaki called Kyoya back and let the dark-haired man know that, yes, he and his wife would be accepting the invitation, much to Kyoya's relief (Tamaki believed that Sakamoto, somehow, definitely wore the pants in that relationship). Last, but not least, Tamaki called up his father.

"Suoh residence, how may I help you?" came the voice of a young maid. Tamaki couldn't help but wonder at his father's habit of keeping young women around him.

"This is Tamaki, may I please speak with my father?"

"Of course, Tamaki-san, one moment please," the maid replied in monotone.

A moment later Tamaki heard the jovial voice of his father answer the phone, "Tamaki, what is wrong with you? I never heard from you anymore, not since you told me that beautiful wife of yours was pregnant. How is that going anyway?"

Despite Tamaki's easygoing behavior, he couldn't help finding his father's constant praise of Haruhi irksome.

"Haruhi is fine," Tamaki assured his father, "So why did you want me to call?"

"I haven't seen you or Haruhi in ages, and I was hoping the three of us could get together sometime," Suoh-san said happily.

"I'll tell Haruhi you're anxious to see us, and then I'll let you know what she says."

"Wonderful!" Tamaki's father exclaimed.

Their conversation continued on for awhile longer, until it was finally time for the blonde to leave his office. He said goodbye to his secretary and then headed home in his swanky limo.

!#$&()

Tamaki allowed a maid to take his jacket for him as he loosened his tie.

"Is Haruhi home yet?" he questioned the aging woman.

"Yes, Haruhi-san has been home for awhile now. She said she was feeling a bit fatigued, so she went upstairs to take a nap," the maid informed the young man.

At the mentioned that Haruhi was fatigued, Tamaki instantly felt a pit of worry explode in his stomach. As soon as the maid had finished speaking, he rushed up the stairs to his and Haruhi's room, leaving the maid to watch after him with a raised eyebrow.

Tamaki threw open the door and froze. There on the bed, beautifully slumbering, was his wife. Her face had a peace too it that was rare in the woman's wakefulness. Her hair was spread about the pillow as if it was a piece of fine silk, and when the strands caught the light from the hallway they turned a warm honey color. Haruhi's light pink lips were slightly parted as she breathed softly, much softer than any pregnant woman should be allowed to do. The last thing Tamaki noticed was how his wife's swollen stomach was outlined by the sheets, and with that the blonde man felt an immensely warm emotion (something like a mixture of extreme pride and extreme love) swell within him. He had always known he was the luckiest man in the world to have had the luck that this intelligent woman would fall in love with clumsy him, but now he was twice as lucky because that woman he loved most was holding their child in her body.

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Kanoi: I guess this was a bit of a filler chapter, but hey, it showed us a bit of Tamaki. Though it didn't quite turned out how I had hoped, but I guess I'm okay with it. I've gotten another two chapters set up now, so that's a plus.

Kaoru: Well, we all have our off days.

Kanoi: If Suoh-san (Tamaki's dad) seems a bit OOC, sorry. It's been a while since I've watched episode twenty-five. Anyway, I think that's all I was going to say, so have a nice day! -blows kisses to all-

Hikaru: -gags at Kanoi trying to be cutesy-

Kaoru: -has to hold Kanoi back from murdering his brother-