Chapter 6: Lies

"So Mommy had me in her tummy before he left… How did you become my dad then?" Genji asked biting into another cookie.

I smirked and ruffled his blonde hair, he was a good kid and he did try to act like an Ootori but he had Tamaki's knack for talking. At least he inherited his mother level headedness, which made it much easier to pretend he was mine. That was also going to make the next par of this story a little easier. "Genji, be patient we're only half way done with the story," I said taking a bite of my own cookie. Haruhi really did make the best cookies.

13 years earlier:

A little more than a month had passed since Haruhi found the letter from Tamaki. I had seen or called Haruhi everyday since then and we had gotten rather close and Haruhi told me everything now. I was currently siting at her kitchen talking after lunch.

"Haruhi, you can'tavoid the topic foever," I told her again.

"Oh yes I can!" She sang from the kitchen where she was washing dishes.

"Haruhi, please," I said standing up and walking over to her I wrapped my arms around her from behind placing my hands on her stomach deliberately. "This isn't just going to go away, it's not the flu," I said. She had been avoiding the topic of the baby for a while now and she needed to figure out what she wanted to do.

"I just don't know what to do Kyouya… I… I'm not ready."

"Haruhi, we've talked about the options."

" I just can't.. .you know I want it to live I'm just not ready, I'm suppose to go to college. I'm supposed to be a law student. I'm supposed to work hard on my studying. I'm NOT supposed to be a mother." She turned around in my arms and I could see tears on the brim of her eyes. "Kyouya, I don't want it! I'm not ready! I can't do this!" she was just on the edge of screaming, pounding her fists against my chest.

I wrapped my arms around her and hugged her tight to me so she couldn't move and she started crying again. She's been crying so much in the last month it was hard to remember what her smile looked like. "Haruhi, calm down, you're not alone. You'll never be alone, I'm going to be with you," I said to her.

"But Kyouya,… this isn't your problem. This isn't your baby," she said sniffling a little.

I sighed a little leaning down and kissing her forehead. She was right, it wasn't my baby, it wasn't my problem, it was Tamaki's but he wasn't around and I didn't want her to be alone. I wanted to make her happy and be there for her… I guess there was only one way of doing that… and before I knew exactly what I wasn't getting into I said, "No Haruhi… This is my problem because you're my friend and if anyone asks this is my baby. I am the father and in being the father I will be there to help you raise it no matter what."

She looked up at me with a face of complete shocked and pushed a way from my chest. "You would do that for me Kyouya?"

"I already have."

"But… what about the family company? You're future? You're schooling? You're life? Why would you give that up for me? Why would you do that for a mistake I made? For Tamaki's mistake?" she asked me. In all truth I had no idea why. I hadn't even thought about what it would do to me or my future so… I guess I did know the answer.

"Because I love you Haruhi," I said looking down into her brown eyes that I had fallen for so many times. I leaned down and, for the first time, placed my lips on hers just barely kissing her. I felt her relax in my arms but I pulled away making the kiss very short and as I did I saw a small smile on spread on her lips, a rare sight to see so I kissed her again closing my eyes and enjoying the kiss this time.

I pulled away form the kiss again not wanting to push it and though a part of me was ready, my head knew nothing but a kiss could happen, after all to much kissing had gotten her into this mess. I leaned my forehead against hers and I felt a smile start to creep to my lips. I had told Haruhi I loved her and I had kissed her, and she had kissed me back. I didn't even care she didn't say I love you back, she was in a rough patch in her life so I understood.

"You'll never be alone, I will be right next to you," I said to her without moving my forehead from hers.

"Oh Kyouya," she said giving me a huge hug. "I don't deserve you." I sighed holding her just as tight as she was hugging me. She was wrong of course. She deserved better than me. She deserved Tamaki to he here not me, she deserved this to never happen to her. I wish I could give her everything she did deserve but there wasn't enough money in the world to do that.

"Good morning Haruhi!" Ranka said walking into the kitchen. Though it was one in the afternoon he had just woken up for work. "Kyouya, you're here already?" he said to me, not really surprised and I smirked at his lack of shock.

"Good morning to you too sir," I said leaning back against the island in the kitchen and letting go of Haruhi. "I just stopped in to see Haruhi here, she makes the best lunches." I nodded to the counter where the coffee pot sat and added, "We made coffee for you."

Over the last month me being here, with Haruhi, when Ranka got up for work had become quiet normal. The first couple of times where weird especially when he was woken by Haruhi crying but anymore me being here was almost more normal than me being at home.

I looked over at Haruhi who had gone back to doing the dishes without saying a word. I sighed and leaned down, there wasn't much space between us in this kitchen, and whispered in her ear, "We need to tell him." She froze at my words and turned to me. Ranka was humming away oblivious to our conversation just a few feet away making coffee. She looked over at him and then shook her head, her eyes wide. I sighed again, I understood why she didn't want to but she needed to. I raised my eyebrow in a demanding way and she looked away nodding silently and closing her eyes.

"Dad.." she started and then paused. He looked over at her. "Dad, I'm … can I …. I need to tell you something."

"Oh, honey, you know you can tell me anything," he just about sang, oh how I disliked morning people, even when it wasn't the morning anymore.

"Let's go sit down," I chimed in heading to the table. I heard Haruhi dry her hands and fallow me and I figured Ranka was right in step.

"What's up, Haruhi?" Ranka asked taking a sip of his coffee then made a face of disgust, he forgot the sugar.

"Dad.. I'm …' Haruhi started. I took her hand under the table for support and squeezed it. She took a deep breath and tried again. "Dad, I'm … you're going to be a grandfather…" That was a different way to tell him but I'll take it.

"I'm going to be… that means you're… NO! No, no, no, no, no you can't be! You're my baby… you can't be please say it isn't so?" He looked desperately wide eyed at her and then at me. When we did say anything fast enough he continued in disbelief. "No… who's… was it Tamaki? If I ever see that sorry son of a B—"

"Ranka!" I said cutting him off. He looked over at me quieting down. "it was my mistake, I'm sorry," I said. I had always been a good liar but I didn't think I fooled him.

"… Kyouya? You? … but Tamaki… you can't be… you wouldn't…" he was confused maybe more baffled than confused. He turned to Haruhi saying, "Is it true? Is it Kyouya's?" She didn't look up from the table ears silently falling down her face. I squeezed her hand again and she nodded. Ranka slumped back in his chair completely defeated and confused. He looked over at me and asked, "What are you going to do? You'll be ruined."

"I'm going to stand by her side and raise it. It's my mistake I will take responsibility," I said to him. All of a sudden my decision hit me like a thousand bricks and the world started falling on my shoulders. As it did my perfect posture slumped and my shoulders hunched forward, I closed my eyes and placed my head in my hands. What did I just do? It isn't my mistake it's Tamaki's. Why am I doing this?

"Haruhi?" Ranka said to her and she finally looked up face full of tears. He gave her a small, sad, smile and continued. "Why don't you go lay down? I'll call for a doctor's appointment so we know you both are healthy but for know I want to talk to Kyouya here father to father. Besides, you look exhausted, it'll be okay." She nodded and stood up letting go of my hand. I watched her walk to her room and shut the door before looking back at Ranka.

"Kyouya, you don't have to do this," he said to me with sad eyes. "You can run, I know it's not your child. Don't ruin your life."

I closed my eyes, he was giving me an out, I could save my reputation now, I could be saved from this… but when I thought of Haruhi… alone… I couldn't do it. I opened my eyes looking directly at him saying, "Ranka, I an see why you think this but it is mine." I sighed, I was already lying might as well continue. "About a week after Tamaki left Haruhi was feeling really sad and I let my good judgment slip. You were working really late. That was the night you found us in her room…" I looked down as I finished putting my head in my hands. "I'm so worry Ranka," I said into my hands. What really happened that night? There was a thunderstorm, I comforted her in her bed, we fell asleep.

After a short pause of silence Ranka spoke again. "You are a good man, Kyouya. I know there was a storm that night… but if you insist I'll go along with it." Then he paused again and I looked up through my fingers. "Know this, I won't believe you until that baby comes out with dark hair and eyes." I nodded, we both know that child will have blond hair or violet eyes but until he or she is born he won't be 100% sure it wasn't mine.