Kanoi: Another filler. Though this one has a bit more emotion to it.

Hikaru: Thankfully this is the last filler… sorta.

Kaoru: Well, I would say it is, since the plot picks back up in the next chapter.

Kanoi: The part I've been waiting to write since Haruhi first revealed her pregnancy happens in the next chapter! But until then here's this one.

Kaoru: Kanoi does not own Ouran.

Hikaru: God, how many times do we have to say this? Are people really that stupid?

Kaoru: Must you ask? I mean come one, look at Tono.

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"You gonna be able to get up the stairs with all that luggage, Haruhi?" Yuri called after Haruhi as the pregnant woman was walking away from her car.

Haruhi scowled at her friend who laughed.

"Call me if you need anything, Tubby," Yuri commanded before driving off to work.

Oh how Haruhi wished she could go to work too. She even missed the paperwork! And besides that, she wasn't fat. Tamaki always made sure to assure her of that. Stupid Yuri!

Even still… Haruhi's hand rested self-consciously on her big belly.

Stupid baby needed to come out now! Still, it wasn't due for another month and a half.

Haruhi started up the short flight of stairs, but despite their size once she had finished she felt more like she had climbed Mount Everest. Why, oh why couldn't she have been born a man? The thought instantly made her want to storm into Tamaki's office and beat him up. Sadly, she was very far away from there. So she settled for knocking harshly on the door she was in front of.

"I'm coming, I'm coming!" cried an ambiguous voice from inside the apartment.

The words immediately filled Haruhi's head with lewd thoughts, and for the two billionth time in the past seven months the brunette cursed hormones and all they did.

A disheveled head sluggishly appeared as the door slowly opened. As the okama peered up through groggy eyes he saw a big stomach.

"Oh Dad…" the stomach chided.

Wait… Stomachs didn't talk… At least not Japanese.

Realization started to seep into Ranka's tired mind and the tiredness started to melt from his mahogany eyes.

"Oh, Haruhi! You came to see your daddy; I'm so happy!" the red head exclaimed as he over-exuberantly enveloped his daughter.

Haruhi was instantly reminded of highschool. She immediately started to pry her father off herself.

!#$&()

"Dad, you really didn't have to do this," Haruhi muttered, eyes cast down to stare into her tea, "I know you're tired."

"Ah, but nothing is too much fro my darling little girl," Ranka assured the woman with a dazzling and loving smile. "So how is everything?" Ranka asked as he sat down.

"Truth be told, I'm a little scared," Haruhi confessed, her honey eyes not meeting her father's. She just wasn't used to admitting needing help.

"Scared? Of what?" Ranka asked his daughter in worry.

"Of being a mother."

"You'll be a great mother," the red head assured his daughter.

"Tamaki says that too, but I just… Since Mom died when I was young I really don't know what I'm supposed to do."

"Haruhi…"

"I'm just not used to doubting myself," Haruhi confided in her father.

"Oh, Haruhi," Ranka whispered mournfully. She scooted around the table and embraced his daughter comfortingly.

"The way you are now… I know your mother would be very proud," the man soothed, "and even if is doesn't mean as much, I couldn't be prouder of you myself."

"Oh, Dad!" Haruhi sobbed and she buried her face into her father's shoulder to release all her pent up worry.

As Ranka rubbed circles on Haruhi's back he couldn't help but smile. Even if it was just because of excess hormones caused by the pregnancy, he was happy that his little girl was finally depending on him.

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Kanoi: I SO adore Ranka, he's so amazing- the perfect loving father. I know Haruhi is OOC, but common, pregnancy does weird things to people. Plus, I feel like since she was lacking a mother figure in her life she would feel a bit worried about how she herself would perform as a mother.