The sunlight coming through the white curtains was weak, and grayish storm clouds still littered the sky. They were not ominous though, they were more like a blanket, making those who did not really mind the weather feel cozy in their homes. The textbook definition was 'sitting by the fireplace weather' though it was far too late in the spring for this to be a regular occurrence.

None the less, the watery grey sunshine was enough to wake Haruhi, who blinked sleepily and rolled over to get the light out of her eyes. She was unused to sleeping in the bed still, and the mattress felt nicer then she remembered. (Although, sleeping on a park bench might feel nicer then expected, after spending two and a half weeks in a chair in the library. But Haruhi was too tired to make comparisons.) It was also a lot warmer then she remembered. Almost too warm. Why was the bed so warm? Haruhi's eyes flew open in a panic, she didn't know what she expected, she only knew her expectations were not good. It took a minute for the blind panic to clear from her eyes, and for her to see that the reason her bed was so warm was not because the room was on fire, or because the electric blanket had malfunctioned, but because Kyoya was fast asleep next to her, hair in his eyes and a hand that, in sleep, reached out towards her.

The normalcy of the situation was really weirding Haruhi out.

Despite, or perhaps because of her husband's presence, Haruhi had a difficult time falling back asleep. She tried not to move too much, though Kyoya was anything but a light sleeper, Haruhi wanted to make sure he was not disturbed. After all, who knew where, or how often he'd actually slept in the past couple weeks. She wasn't going to be the one to wake him up after such an exhausting period.

Haruhi quietly got out of bed after she realized sleep was an impossible goal, and pulled on a robe she'd tossed on the floor who-knows-how long ago. Compared to the bed, the room was nearly freezing.

Haruhi really had no desire to go downstairs for breakfast, she wasn't really hungry, and she was certain that none of the staff wanted to make two meals if Kyoya decided to eat later.

Instead, she turned off the alarm clock, and walked over to the tiny sitting area they had in the corner, where the most important of her law books sat perched on a shelf. Her personal life may have stopped, but her studies had not, and what better way to spend a silent Saturday morning then catching up on missed homework? Haruhi picked up the book for her criminal law course, propped her feet up on the overturned couch (had the storm last night been that bad? She couldn't remember) and began pegging away at the six chapters that were due by Monday.

She was partially through the last chapter, when she heard the bed creak. Suddenly, Haruhi felt nervous. What if she had misunderstood, what if whatever happened last night was a mistake? If Kyoya really wasn't ready to make up, and there hadn't been any sort of peace offering?

'Oh no,' Haruhi's thoughts raced, 'what if he came home to divorce me, and that pathetic display last night only cemented his feelings?' But it was too late to do anything, as Haruhi could hear footsteps coming towards her armchair.

"Good morning." Haruhi greeted, a little apprehensively.

"Good morning, Haruhi." Kyoya responded, before he picked the couch back up and set it on it's feet. "How did you manage to do this?" He asked, sprawling out over the couch. He didn't sound mad, but something about how casually he had approached the conversation put Haruhi on edge.

She had no idea how hard it was for Kyoya to simply sit there across from her.

"Well, I uh... The comforter caught the armrest, and I kind of pulled it over." Haruhi said, wondering why that was the first thing Kyoya could think to ask. It was almost as bad as-

"How's school?" Well, as that. Haruhi wondered if Kyoya could see the annoyance that felt like it was rolling off her in waves.

"How's work?" She shot back sarcastically, and immediately regretted it. As far as she knew, Kyoya wasn't trying to be annoying. In fact, if the disappointment that had flashed across his face meant anything, he was trying to be the exact opposite.

"Kyoya, I'm sorry." Haruhi said, as she set her book down on the table, and stood up. "Can we go downstairs and get breakfast? I think we have a lot to talk about." Kyoya nodded in agreement, though he seemed almost as apprehensive as Haruhi felt.

They walked down to the dining room, almost arms distance from each other, each of them scared to close the gap, though they both desperately wanted to.

They arrived at the dining room, and Haruhi poked her head into the kitchen to tell the staff they were ready for breakfast. Someone practically followed her to the table with a cup of coffee, and a cup of water with a small container of pills. The coffee was promptly set in front of Kyoya, and the water and pills were set in front of Haruhi, the maid took far longer to exit the room, hoping to see what was about to take place.

"Haruhi, don't you-" Kyoya began to ask, noticing that there was no coffee for Haruhi. But she cut him off, and waved the maid away.

"Kyoya," Haruhi began, "what happened to us?" It was in that moment, that Kyoya realized Haruhi had been hurting just as much, if not more then he had. He had been trained for years to shut down in the event of a betrayal, but Haruhi, she wasn't taught to do that. She left her heart open, and now every bit of hurt she had gone through, both inflicted by him and herself, was apparent in her voice and on her face.

What had happened to them? It was something Kyoya was having a terrible time putting into words.

"I guess..." he pondered, there was no right way to mention he though Haruhi was cheating, so he went with the softest, probably vaguest version of the truth he could think of. "I listened to the staff's gossip."

"You mean?" Haruhi couldn't bring herself to finish her question, but they both knew what she was referring to. "And you didn't even think to ask me about it?"

Now that she mentioned it, Kyoya wondered why that hadn't been his first reaction. It certainly would have saved him a lot of trouble, and asking from the beginning would have kept Haruhi from looking a shocked and hurt as she did now.

"Kyoya," Haruhi's timid tone jerked Kyoya out of his thoughts, "you really thought I would do that to you? " Haruhi didn't know how to react to this, she felt like she was floating in a bubble, separated from the world by the thinnest of shields, but trapped, rather then protected.

"Well, when you put it that way-" Kyoya began, feeling a little flustered. He wasn't used to having his mistakes pointed out.

"When I reiterate what happened?" Haruhi asked, her voice escalating. "I—I just. Kyoya!" she stuttered. Haruhi couldn't believe her ears. What happened to promising to be faithful in sickness and in health, to love and respect each other until death do they part?

"Haruhi, what was I supposed to think?" Kyoya could feel his reasoning drain. "You go out with someone no one recognizes, and don't come home until the middle of the next day?" Haruhi opened her mouth to protest, Kyoya didn't have to know all her friends, although in this situation, that was an irrelevant point. "And then you just waltz in here, in mens clothes, glowing." Kyoya gripped the coffee cup harshly. It was an anchor to the world, a lifesaver in the tumultuous sea he'd created for himself.

"Haruhi, you're beautiful, but you don't glow unless..." he trailed off. "What was I supposed to think?"

Haruhi's breath hitched in her chest, and she could feel her throat tighten. He honestly and truly believed what he was saying.

"When have I- have I ever given you reason to think something like that?" She could feel the corners of her eyes prickling with tears, but she was determined not to let them fall. Instead, she stood so forcefully her chair flew backwards, before toppling to the ground, and she headed for the door. "Maybe you're on to something Kyoya. Maybe this just won't work out." she shot sarcastically.

Haruhi was a mere foot from the door when Kyoya grabbed her arm, and pulled her back towards the table.

"No, we're here. We're going to talk this out. Sit down." Haruhi shrugged out of his grasp, but walked back to the table. "Tell me what happened."

"Fine," Haruhi huffed as she sat down, "but no questions until the end."

"Fair." Kyoya took his seat across from her.

"Right after you left for work, Kaoru called and wanted to hang out..." Haruhi told Kyoya everything. About how the gatemen didn't recognize the Hitachiin car, about how she wasn't supposed to tell anyone he was back.

"He ended up making me see a doctor." Haruhi paused, downright scared of telling Kyoya the next part of the story.

"Go on." Kyoya prompted, tentatively reaching across the table to take Haruhi's hand. "What ever is wrong can be fixed."

"Kyoya, the doctor told me I'm pregnant." Haruhi whimpered, and stared at the table. She used to expect a positive reaction to that statement, but now, now she didn't know what to expect.

"Haruhi, are you serious?" Kyoya's voice sounded thick, and Haruhi peered up through her bangs to try to gauge his reaction. He didn't look angry, so she nodded.

Kyoya was speechless. That was what had caused all this drama? Haruhi was pregnant?

"You're sure?" She nodded again. "So that's why- with the coffee, and the drinks—the pills?" Kyoya was having a hard time wrapping his mind around this new information.

"Yes. No caffeine, no alcohol. Prenatal vitamins." Haruhi looked up, making eye contact for the first time since she began her story. "Kyoya, you're not mad, right?"

"Mad?" Kyoya asked incredulously, as he stood up and pulled Haruhi out of her chair to him. "I'm not mad, Haruhi, this is wonderful!" Haruhi laughed nervously. This was the reaction she had expected, but she was still reeling from the fight. Gradually, she realized Kyoya was laughing with her. There they stood in the dining room wrapped up in each other, giggling like fools in happiness and relief.

"Haruhi, I love you." Kyoya whispered. Haruhi smiled, and whispered back,

"I love you too, Kyoya." before she tiptoed up and kissed him.

"Haruhi," Kyoya breathed, when they finally stopped, "how were you planning on telling the others?" Kyoya couldn't help the completely uncharacteristic grin that fought it's way across his face when he saw Haruhi's eyes widen in terror at the prospect.

"Well," She thought for a moment, "how were you planning on telling them you knocked me up?"

Everything was going to be alright. At least, for a while.

And that's the end of it. I might post an epilogue, but I'm not sure when that will be written.

Thank you all so much for following along, for putting up with sporadic updates and short chapters, and generally just being amazing readers.

I'll have another story out soon, and I'll let you all know when it goes up.

Again, thank you so very much!

XOXO

Belle