Disclaimer: OHSHC belongs to Hatori Bisco.

A/N: This chapter is the first of my random future-ark... Sooo... Tamaki's a father! XD R&R are highly welcomed :)

Two | Parenthood

They always knew that raising children would be hard and any parent-to-be prepared themselves for the sleepless nights, the wet bed sheets, and constant crying. But no matter how much you mentally prepare yourself; you will never be prepared enough for parenthood. And that, is one of the many rules that Suoh Tamaki had to learn the hard way.

After a long day's work, Tamaki finally returned to a warm; four roomed commoner's house. It was the house of his dreams; a red tiled roof equipped with a small balcony for the master's room. Inside this house were his life; a loving wife and loving children waiting for his return.

He loosened up his tie, and hung his jacket by the entrance.

"Darling? Kids? I'm home!" He called, a grin slowing spreading across his face as he entered the kitchen.

"Welcome back!" called Haruhi, cooking dinner already. Her hair had grown out now; shoulder length and a deep chocolate brown, she wore it in a loose ponytail.

An ever growing feeling of love bubbled within Tamaki's chest as he fell in love with her all over again. This woman enlightened him, taught him so many new things, and blessed him with two healthy children. What more could he ask for?

Tamaki embraced Haruhi instantly. For a moment they held their lips together, until Haruhi patted her husband on the cheek and resumed cooking. She let him off this time; usually she'd scold him for disturbing her whilst she was cooking. Judging by the way he looked at her; she could tell that today at work was rough. Handling the whole of the Suoh organisation was not an easy job. He had to fulfil his quotas and meet expectations or else the family would have to move to the main mansion; something Tamaki never wanted. This small, commoner's home was his kind of haven.

He sat by the dinner table, and with a sigh looked at the ceiling where the kid's room was directly above.

"Where're they?"

Haruhi grimaced; then called the children. "Airi! Aito!"

The couple kept quite as the sound of small and slow footsteps trudged down the stairs.

Two small children who held each others hand, aged five shuffled into the kitchen. The fraternal twins had their mother's brilliant brunette hair and their father's cobalt blue eyes.

Tamaki's eyes sparkled with delight and cheeks grew pink as he launched himself at his daughter and son. "My darling children!" he squealed like the doting father he was. Both twins shuffled back a few steps, dodging his fatal fatherly hug.

"Welcome back, papa." They said in unison. They unlinked hands, and walked around their father, patting him on the head as they walked by.

Sobbing pitifully, Tamaki got up, and attempted to hug them again.

Haruhi smiled, "Kids, let your father pick you up,"

Airi and Aito examined their father. They walked over, and outstretched their arms.

Tamaki sniffed, and picked them up; one in each hand. "Papa loves you both lloooaaddsss!" he said, spinning in circles.

* * *

Later that night, the twins had gone to sleep. Tamaki watched them in their bunk beds, just on the other side of their own room.

"Tamaki, Airi and Aito said a peculiar thing the other day when they over heard me talking on the phone about my latest case,"

"Yeah?"

"The case was about child rights, and they demanded to have their bed in their own room."

Heartbroken, Tamaki melodramatically said "What!?"

"Airi said it was ridiculous for five year olds to sleep in the same room as their parents…"

"It is not! Honey-senpai's kids still sleep with him!"

"Well, they're not even one yet…" Haruhi heard Tamaki's usual puppy whimper, so added, "well, I told them that Papa just wanted to see them more."

"Haruhi… I don't know what to do with them two. They seem so indifferent towards me… is it because I'm always at the office… do I not give them enough of my love?" Tamaki slumped onto the bed, and leant on Haruhi's shoulder whilst she read her book.

Stretching out her legs, Haruhi shifted Tamaki's head onto her lap and played with his beautiful blonde locks. "No, they're wise children,"

"Just like their mum." chirped Tamaki,

Haruhi laughed, "They're clever… and know how much work you have… I think that's why; they think they're giving you time to relax so try not to bother you."

Tamaki sniffed again, the back of his hand covering his eyes, "They're good kids."

"Darling…" started Haruhi, "Father's coming round tomorrow,"

"Oh…" displeased, Tamaki groaned, "but he'll take away the kid's attention from me!" he rolled over, snuggling into Haruhi's lap like a big child, "It's always 'ojii-chan, ojii-chan, never Papa…"

Haruhi chuckled, "Let's go to the supermarket together tomorrow."

* * *

The next day, the family was at the supermarket. Haruhi was choosing some meats with the two kids beside her, attempting to carry the shopping basket.

Ranka-san was always dressed as a man when visiting the kids, so was referred to by his original name, Ryoji. He, a doting father much like the way Tamaki is didn't want them to hate him. He was worried that the whole prospect of being called 'ojii-chan' when wearing a skirt in public might launch a child trauma.

Ryoji and Tamaki stood a bit further away to Haruhi and the kids, watching them happily from afar.

"Oi," said Ryoji, "Stupid sonny-boy…"

"Hm?"

"Haruhi tells me you're having trouble with bonding with the twins..."

"Geh..." Tamaki shivered, "Yes… they act to indifferent towards me…" Tamaki thought about the night before, "When I got home from work, they didn't come down till Haruhi called them, and they don't let me hug them. When I try to help them with the bath or get dresses, they just tell me to get back to my own work…"

Ryoji laughed wholeheartedly, "Just like their mother…" they started following Haruhi a few steps behind when she waved them over, "I've told you before; Haruhi looked after me more than I looked after her when she was younger…just like her mother; thoughtful and independent!"

Tamaki felt his heart warm up, he knew the children meant well. But they are five; how can he expect these kids to look out for him when he was supposed to look out for them?

"I know all too well what you're feeling right now…" continued Ryoji as they walked down the shopping aisles, "you need to show them two that you know what they mean and show them to just let you be what you are…"

Tamaki waited for him to say 'an idiot'. A common phrase used to describe him.

"A father." Tamaki turned to Ryoji with gratitude; Ryoji grinned then gave him a hard pat on the back which sent Tamaki forward a few steps. "Go on… stupid."

Tamaki grinned at his father-in law, and nodded thanks.

Ryoji watched as Tamaki awkwardly walked over to his family, and scooped up the children in his arms. "Che…"he thought, "I'll never tell that idiot how much his kids talk about how great Papa-sama is." He watched Airi and Aito, smiling comfortably in their father's arms. He thought about their conversation when he picked the two up from school.

"Ojii-chan, you need to stop calling Papa-sama an idiot," said Airi, pointing a demanding finger at him. "Papa-sama works hard all day for us, so you need to be nice."

"Yeah, Ojii-chan," said Aito, "And don't come round our house so often, Papa wants to spend more time with Mama after work!"

A/N: I should learn from Airi and Aito... I keep refering Tamaki as the idiot.... noooo I cna't help it; it kind of just happens when I'm writing... jebus I should stop that XD Sorry Tamaki XD