Haruhi is due anyway now, I am so scared that something will go wrong and she will die. I only hope that she and René turn out healthy. A sharp squeals of pain shake my thoughts. I turn and see Haruhi with her face scrunches up in pain.
Rushing to her side I make sure that she ok. "Haruhi, dear are you ok?"
She gives me a weak nod, "Yeah, but the baby is coming go get Takano-San."
I nod and run to get the midwife. As I retrieve the midwife she helps asset Haruhi. She tells me to get some other people to help her, as I do that I hear deep breaths from the room. Haruhi seemed in much pain.
After I got the other women they locked me out of the room and told me that I could see her when she was done.
Hours passed like years, the hands of the clocks seemed to taunt me. They taunted me with their slow movements of post-impending doom. Five, ten, then 12 hours drew by before they finally let me into the room.
I stood there at the door way and saw a sweaty and exhausted looking Haruhi with a small bundle in her arms. She was nursing the small bundle.
I stood there for a few moments then I finally knelt next to Haruhi who held the small bundle in her arms. She looked up to me and showed me the small baby that was sleeping in her young Mother's arms.
The baby has delicate Japanese features softened up by her French blood. She had a mop of pale brown hair much like her mothers. René looked so peaceful, sleeping sounding in her mother's arms. Unaware to the world's hurt.
"She is so cute." I breathed.
"Yes." Haruhi whispered.
"She looks like Tamaki." I said as I raised eyes towards Haruhi.
"Yeah, I know." Haruhi agreed her voice growing sad. As I looked at René a bit more and began to wish that Tamaki was here by Haruhi's side in place of me. "Do you want to hold her?" Haruhi offered giving me a smile. I gave her a silent smile as I took the baby into my arms.
As soon as I took the baby Haruhi fell asleep. Smiling I stood up and stared at René. Such a cute baby, she defiantly was Tamaki's baby. Then she opened her small round eyes. They were pools of violet like her father's.
"Oh René, why do you look like your father?" René's eyes flickered up when I said her name and gave me a curios glance. I gave my head a small shake and exhaled. Then the baby saw that I was boring and she closed her eyes and went back to sleep.
Oh René, you truly are the daughter of my one and only.