Sorry this update took so long I was having some really bad writers block on this one. Hope you enjoy!

Chapter 7: Ootori's

"Are you ready?" I asked Haruhi for probably the hundredth time since we got here. I sure as hell wasn't ready and it was started to show, I was pacing and acting like Tamaki the bastard!

"Kyouya, sit down I'm not ready either but we have to do this…" Haruhi said patting the seat next to her on the couch. It had been a week since I liµed o her father, now we had to tell mine. Nervous didn't begin to describe my feelings. "You know you can still back out, I wouldn't blame you," she added. She had been saying that a lot and every time she did I knew I had to do it.

"You know if I didn't know any better I'd say you want me to back out," I replied sitting down.

"No!... I just… you don't deserve this. It isn't your-"

"Its is my baby, I told you I would do it and I will," I said cutting her off. I took her hand in mine before continuing. "You'll never have to be alone Haruhi. I'm always going to be here for you." I leaned in and gave her a small kiss on the forehead holding her face with my empty hand. She squeezed my had tight in hers and I leaned back into my chair. If I could make it through tonight alive I could make it though the rest of this mess.

Haruhi and I sat in silence for the next few minutes before the maid told us to come to the dinning hall because dinner was ready. For the next few minutes, though my mouth was quiet, my thoughts were not. I could not seem to calm them down, question after question was racing in my head. What could my father do to me? To Haruhi? What will happen to my future? What if he wants me to marry someone else? Will he disown m? Will he hurt her to make her miscarry?... I was sweating I was so nervous.

As we walked to the dinning hall I found it was getting harder and harder to breath. I wasn't ready for this! What have I done?! I could just tell the truth! It really isn't mine after all, it's not my responsibility, why should I take the blame for Tamaki being so reckless and stupid. Why am I doing this to myself? Every bad thought that I could muster came to me in that short walk to the table but as I pulled out Haruhi's chair for her and she smiled up at me I remembered exactly why I was doing this. I was doing this for her.

Haruhi fixed her summer dress as she sat down, it was the white one from graduation, and she looked absolutely beautiful in it. The smile she gave me was all I needed to know everything was going to be okay because I knew I was doing this for her. I smiled back at her as I took my seat with a bit more confidence than I had before. I took in a deep breath, the next few minutes were about to change my entire life.

My heart sank when my father entered the room; my entire being knew he was going to hate me. He took his seat at the head of the table and nodded to me, then Haruhi with slightly more emotion on his statuesque face, that could be a good sign right?

"Lovely evening tonight," my father said breaking the silence. "So what is the occasion that I get to eat with this beautiful young lady?"

Haruhi looked over at me waiting for me to answer so smiled at my father and said, "Well Father, you have always told me you were interesting in meeting Haruhi, now that she's graduated I figured you'd want to meet her before she went off to the university."

"Oh yes, so this is the lovely Haruhi I've heard about. Its nice to finally meet you my dear." He smiled his business smile and took a seat at the table. "So, Kyouya here tells me you're going to study pre-law at the local university." I wasn't sure what he was up to but there was something there, he doesn't make small talk that often.

"Yes, I was given a full ride to Ouran University and I plan on studying pre-law there and then go off to a good law school." Haruhi answered him with a smile, she has always loved to talk about school.

As the maids came in with dinner the conversation continued in this way with me joining in every now and then. He asked her about her time at Ouran and her scholarship. He asked about how she graduated valedictorian and how she managed to do it. He asked about her father and her up bringing, which she answered, very professional by saying her father was a manager of a bar. She asked about Tamaki and when she told him that they were going to get engaged until he left to live with his mother my father's eyes had an evil shine in them, the kind of shine that happens when he wins a bet. I wasn't sure I liked that smirk that was forming across his face but as I was about to change the subject my father spoke up.

"Well Haruhi dear, you seem to be a strong women with a good head on her shoulders. I think you would make a great Ootori!" the evil smirk turned into an evil grin.

Haruhi looked at him dumb founded before speaking up. "You think I would…. Are you proposing a proposal?" Her look turn to anger. This was not good.

"Well of course I am, you're a fine young women and would make a beautiful wife for my youngest son here."

"Do Kyouya and I have no say in this matter? Because this is not how I pictured my engagement!—"

I cut her off before she could continue. "Father can we talk in the other room?" He looked at me like I had grown two more heads before nodding.

As soon as we walked out of the dinning hall and into the living room my father started up. "WHAT was that about? Is that not the reason you brought her here? To have me set up an engagement?"

"No father I brought her here for you to meet her. I plan on marrying that girl on my own time. I did not want you to set up an engagement we are fine. And you'll have to excuse her it must be the hormones raging she has always been a hot head I guess the baby's—" I shut up when I realized what I was saying.

My father did not miss my slip up and gave me a look of anger and confusion. "What baby?" he said quietly and sternly with the kind of anger in his voice that means death is coming for you. I stood there frozen to the spot not sure what to say or do. Sure this was the reason we came here tonight but this was not the way he was suppose to find out. This was not the time. My throat closed up and my forehead and hands started sweating. When I didn't answer him he asked again his voice getting quieter and more deathly. "What baby, Kyouya?"

"I …" I swallowed the clump in my throat and tried again. "Haruhi is pregnant with my—" He cut me off.

"You got that poor girl pregnant! You are a disgrace to this family! You don't deserve to be an Ootori!..." he took a step back and paused to think. "I will not let this ruin this family or her future. You'll be married before the child comes. When's she due?"

"January…" I said honestly.

"January…" he mumbled. I watched as he did the math. "That makes her three months along… you'll have to be married soon."

"But father she's not going to agree."

"I will not have this be a disgrace on the Ootori name. It's not my fault you were to horny to think about this three months ago. You'll be married and that is final." He stormed off down the hall knowing he won the fight. I just slumped into the couch behind me and put my head in my hands. What was Haruhi going to say? I just forced her into an arranged marriage with me because she's pregnant with another's child… She's going to hate me. She wants to marry for love, this isn't love this is hell.

"Kyouya…" I heard Haruhi call. I looked up and she was standing just a few feet from me. "Kyouya I heard what your father said about…" she placed her hand on her stomach and continued. "I don't want to get married I'm only 18 but he's right it will ruin you other wise. Tell him the truth get yourself out of this mess." She came over and sat next to me on the couch taking one of my hands in hers. "I'll be okay I promise."

I looked up at her with a sad smile on my face. "No Haruhi, I promised you that you'd never be alone and I will keep that promise, we'll figure this out together. This is my baby too, we're in this together."

I put my hand on her delicate cheek admiring her beauty before leaning in and kissing her. This time I had no intention of pulling away to soon. If I'm going to marry her I'm going to do this right and I am going to let myself enjoy kissing her the way I always dreamed of.