Hey guys! I'm so sorry I didn't upload this earlier, I actually wrote this awhile ago, but my internet's been...grr... lately. So..yeah... I wrote a valentines-y chapter too, and I'm gonna try and upload it tonight, hopefully it'll work. :) Anyways enjoy!

Hatchi put her tea cup down with a clank. "I can't stay, there's something—one-I want to avoid, just for now. Haruhi, please give this to Nana. I'll tell you everything later." She handed her a note, then motioned to Tamaki.

Tamaki, by now, had reverted to the fetal position, in his beloved emo corner. "No! Another secret my precious Haruhi will keep from me! Why can't my daughter trust me? Teenager's these days!"

Hatchi put down her coffee, anxiously waiting for Nana to arrive. She was torn between running, and telling the truth. She would have stayed with Haruhi, had she not known what was going to happen. She could hurt any of them like that—especially not Nobu. Nana was strong, she could handle anything—something Hatchi relied on- she trusted her to tell the rest of the others, easily. She knew it was a mistake, taking Takumi, even from the very beginning, but it was a choice she had to make, for two very different reasons. In the beginning, it was being starstruck, after all it was her dream, and who would walk away from their favorite, very attractive, musician. Then, she got pregnant. She had two choices, stay with Takumi, or go with Nobu. Now, the heart and the mind are two very different things, and unfortunately, her mind had to tell her what was best for not just for her heart, but for his as well. If she went with Nobu, she knew she would ruin his life, and chances of being a musician, she couldn't ever do that to him. She also knew there was almost no chance it was his. If she went with Takumi, the others would hate her, she'd break Nobu's heart, and she'd endure years of torture, but they would be happy, in the end.

"What happened?" A tall, cat eyed girl walked up, sitting in the chair opposite her.

"Nana!" She tried to hug her, but stopped herself when she saw the look on Nana's face.

"What happened?"

"I tried to call…but I couldn't. I'm sorry You're lives are better off now—and if not better than they would be, but I have something very important to tell you."

"Hatchi…this isn't you."

"If you'd tell me that a month ago, I would have believed you." She looked down. "But things have changed for me. I don't know for the better, or for the worse. I just am, it could be lack of sleep, or the fact that I have a child, or the fact that I've been cheated on for the past twelve months. Regardless, I am, but that's not why I came here."

"I suppose it's not why I am either. So tell me."

She took a breath. "It's Takumi's. I'm sure. Her name is Satsuki."

There was a pause. "Do you want me to tell them?"

"Um…."

"By them I mean Yasu and Shin, although you should tell your son yourself."

"I know." Hatchi was pensive, something Nana had not seen before. Something was wrong.

"That's why I called him. He's waiting outside." She got up to leave, planning to speak to Shin before she left. "Oh, and come tomorrow."

"Huh?"

"To the host club, I already told Tamaki."

"Did he say okay?"

"Is that of my concern?"

Hatchi giggled, it was the first time she laughed since she'd moved in with Takumi. Nana was always the same; Nana could always cheer her up.

"Wait. Is it alright if I bring someone?"

"Alright." Nana turned and left, knowing full well it wouldn't be Takumi she was bringing.

It wasn't too long before Shin came in. He looked the same as always, only a little older. This was what scared Hachi the most, she knew what would happen with Yasu and Nobu, or at least prepared for the worst, but she didn't want to lose her son.

"Mom!" Shin almost threw her on the ground with the force of his hug. "I wanna know all about my little sibiling. Is it a boy? Is it a girl? What's its name? Oh, when can I teach it to play bass!"

Hatchi laughed, hugging him back. "Of course, and it's a girl. Her name's Satsuki." Hatchi smiled, knowing that, even if she didn't have a good father, her daughter would have an excellent older brother.