Hello all! I have missed you dearly! So the good news is...this chapter is super long this time! It's nearly 5,000 words! If we're being honest, I did not fully realize just how far behind on posting I was...I am so sorry to all of my loyal readers!

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In this chapter, there are going to be a few fluffy moments, and I happen to like this chapter very much! I hope you all like it just as much, if not more, than I do!

Enjoy!

Previously...

Kyoya reached for it and took it into his hands. He lightly traced the imperfect lines and smiled slightly. In the moments when he was alone, Kyoya allowed himself to show slight emotion. He could not remain an unfeeling robot all the time.

The picture was perfect in its imperfections. Kyoya grabbed Isamu's crayon box and pulled out a few select colors. He began to add to the picture in front of him, but as he lowered the crayon to the paper, he realized that this was Isamu's picture. Turning back to the art supplies beside him, Kyoya pulled out a fresh piece of paper and began drawing.

And now...

Haruhi

Two hours later, Isamu was in decent clothes and holding Haruhi's hand tightly. The pair were currently walking back towards the hospital, a warm meal for three tucked safely in the bag under Haruhi's other arm.

When they had arrived home, the house was empty, so Haruhi had left dinner in the fridge for her dad as well as a note letting him know that they would be having a house guest for a few days.

Isamu squeezed her hand, and Haruhi looked down to see his shining dark eyes. "Do you think your father will like me...?"

Haruhi smiled at the boy. "I think he's going to love you!"

"But...I'm not one of his children..."

"Isa-chan..." Haruhi stopped him. "It doesn't matter if you are related to him by blood or if I happened to take a shine to you. My father is going to love you, and if he doesn't, that wicked attitude of yours is sure to win him over!"

Isamu smiled at her. "Is he a nice man?"

They continued on their way, talking about every aspect of Haruhi's father. When they arrived at the hospital, the pair immediately made their way to Kyoya's room. Isamu's things had been moved there in his absence.

Haruhi turned the handle and had to stifle a laugh. Kyoya sat in his bed, crayons scattered all over it. A pad of paper was in his hands, and he looked absolutely concentrated. His tongue poked out of the side of his mouth as he worked.

Haruhi cleared her throat, and Kyoya seemed to jump. "Whatcha working on, Kyoya?" She asked, leading Isamu to a chair by the bed.

"Just...a picture for Isamu." He told her without looking up. His tongue returned to its former position outside of his mouth, and he continued to color on the page.

"Can we see it?"

"Not...until...I'm done."

Haruhi nudged Isamu lightly and shared a look with him. Both of them thought Kyoya had lost his marbles in the two hours they had been gone. She shrugged, and he mirrored her. They engaged in light conversation until stone-cold Kyoya would return to them.

"Isa-chan, when we get home, I was wondering if you might want to make a card for your nurse to thank her for her help?"

"That's a great idea! As soon as Kyoya gives me back my stuff..." Isamu shot a glare at Kyoya's still-determined face.

It seemed as though Kyoya did not hear the boy, as he continued to color vigorously. Haruhi grew worried for the man-turned-child and coughed to get his attention. No response.

She coughed louder and more fiercely. No response.

"Oh help me, Kyoya!" She shouted, hoping to get his attention. Still no response.

With that, she collapsed onto the floor and choked out, "K-Kyo-Kyoya…help!"

No response.

Haruhi huffed and lifted herself from the ground, wiping herself off as she rose. Isamu was giggling in the background, and Haruhi winked at him and signaled him to be quiet. She continued forward and straddled Kyoya's legs. Haruhi positioned herself so that she was right in front of his face, fully intending to get him back for ignoring her.

What she did not expect was that Kyoya would get so excited about being done with his piece.

"Done!" He shouted and flung his arm outward to display the picture, effectively hitting Haruhi in the face and knocking her off the bed.

"Ow, ow…ow…" Haruhi groaned, rubbing her face and her back simultaneously.

"Oh Kami, Haruhi! I'm so sorry! I didn't…" Kyoya immediately seemed flustered.

"No worries…ow…" Haruhi stood up and continued to rub away the pain. "What were you working on so intently?"

Kyoya smirked and turned his picture around. Haruhi had to stifle a gasp. The picture was a masterpiece in crayon. Kyoya had drawn the image that Isamu had drawn, but it was much more detailed and professional. The pair of them were laying on a bed, eyes closed and smiling. The only major difference between Isamu's and Kyoya's drawings was the fact that Isamu was actually present in Kyoya's drawing. The drawn version of Isamu lay between the two of them, arms wrapped around him lovingly.

Haruhi was still stunned by the drawing and hardly noticed when Isamu rocketed toward Kyoya.

Kyoya

Kyoya genuinely smiled at the boy's action. He had wanted to draw Isamu's figure into the original piece, but he felt that it was inappropriate to do so.

"Isamu, I wanted to thank you for inspiring me to realize what it is that I want from life." He told the young boy.

"Me...? Why?" He seemed completely perplexed.

"Because you have changed my relationship with Haruhi. The two of us feel a certain...connection to you, and I think it has made us stronger as a couple."

At that point, Kyoya noticed Haruhi moving forward and laying next to him.

"But...I haven't done anything..."

"Of course you have, Isa-chan." Haruhi confirmed. "You are the best thing to happen to us yet!"

Kyoya leaned over to embrace Haruhi, who returned the gesture fondly. This left Isamu trapped between them.

"We love you, Isamu." Kyoya murmured, and from the looks on Isamu's and Haruhi's faces, they were shocked stiff. Of course, they had every right to be. It took Kyoya a long time and a brush with death to say those words to Haruhi and even then, he said it rarely.

"I...I..." The boy started to cry.

"It's alright, Isa-chan, we know how it feels to not belong anywhere for a while. I didn't feel as though I had a place until I reached high school and met Kyoya and our friends." Haruhi rubbed the boy's back soothingly.

Kyoya nodded gently. "I grew up in a household that did not value communication with one another, so I know how you feel. Until Haruhi came along, I was a cold and heartless jerk. She and the rest of the hosts made me feel as though I belonged somewhere." He ruffled the boy's hair. "If I have a chance to give you the childhood I never had, I want to do my best to provide it for you."

Isamu gave him a watery smile and turned to Haruhi to give her one as well. He relaxed into their embrace, and the trio fell into a comfortable silence.

Suddenly, Haruhi jumped out of Kyoya's lap. "I almost forgot! We brought dinner back for the three of us!" She hopped off the bed and started rooting around in the bag she had brought.

Kyoya felt Isamu shaking and looked down to see him chuckling at Haruhi's sudden franticness. "It smelled really good when she was making it!" Isamu told him, his eyes shining with excitement. Kyoya's heart went to the boy. This was his first decent, home-cooked meal in probably…well…his whole life, and Kyoya resolved that this would not be the last.

Haruhi set out plates and chopsticks for the three of them and placed food on each plate. Kyoya had to admit it; the food smelled wonderful. It looked delicious, and his stomach decided to make its presence known by growling loudly. He flushed with embarrassment as he took the plate from Haruhi's outstretched hand.

Dinner was silent but not uncomfortably so. Kyoya had to resist a moan at the delicious food in front of him. He had been eating his hospital's food for far too long. Maybe they would discharge him a day early for good behavior?

"Haruhi?" Isamu spoke from beside Kyoya.

"Hmm?"

"Who am I going to stay with?"

Kyoya paused in his thinking. Who would the boy stay with? He would not have anyone if he stayed at Haruhi's so they would have to take him to a daycare each morning. If he stayed at Kyoya's he would have a better chance at having someone to hang out with every day.

"Er…I am not sure, Isa-chan…Kyoya, what do you think?" Kyoya looked up at Haruhi. Her eyes seemed to plead with him, but he could not discern what she wanted.

"I think…maybe if you stayed with me, you might not have to be enrolled in a daycare. If you stay with Haruhi, no one will be in the house, so…daycare will be a must. It would be too much hassle to have you switch from place to place every day or even every week…" Kyoya mused. He briefly wondered how divorced parents did this. He and Haruhi were not even married, and they were having a hard time deciding…

When he looked back at Haruhi, he saw relief in her eyes. It was clear that she had been thinking the same.

"Okay! But…" Isamu's eyes grew exponentially as he looked at Kyoya. "Can we visit Haruhi for dinner sometimes?"

"Of course!" Kyoya remarked.

"You are welcome any time you want a small, family meal made with love." Haruhi told him and pinched his cheek lovingly.

Isamu squirmed and wriggled. "Eww! The mushy stuff…it burns!" He squealed.

Kyoya had to laugh as Haruhi let him go. "Are women always like this?" Isamu asked.

"Only sometimes…"

Isamu glared into Kyoya's eyes as though he did not believe him.

Haruhi

Haruhi felt a huge weight lift from her chest. She had been fretting over the possibilities of Isamu living with her rather than Kyoya. None of the outcomes seemed pleasant, and she had no intention of making him feel unwanted or neglected.

Kyoya's house would provide entertainment and company for the boy without making him feel uneasy.

Now there was the question of what to do with him for tomorrow. The Ootori household was not prepared to take a small boy into their hands, so until they made preparations, Isamu would have to stay with her. But...she had school...

"Hey, Isamu...what do you think of coming to school with me until Kyoya's house is ready for you? You'll live with me until they are ready, and you get to see how older boys and girls react."

Isamu's eyes sparkled with excitement. "Really? Is that really okay with you?"

"Would I have offered if it wasn't? I just have to talk to the school and see if they will let you come with me as a sort of...exchange student."

"That sounds so fun! I can't wait! Wait...I don't have to...take notes, do I?" His bottom lip was sticking out…the adorableness…Haruhi swore it would be the end of her!

"Of course not. And it's only for tomorrow, since Kyoya gets out the day after. That will be Saturday, and thankfully, I won't have to worry about school!"

"What will happen after Kyoya gets out of the hospital?" Isamu inquired.

"Well, you will leave my house and go to his." Just saying that statement made Haruhi's heart hurt with longing; she did not want to let the boy out of her sight, but this was for the best.

"Won't you be lonely?"

"Of course I will be…but I'll come see you in the mornings when Kyoya and I see each other before school. And after school, you'll be the first person I think of." She tried to smile, but she knew it was not quite reaching her eyes.

Isamu placed his tiny hand on hers. "I'll miss you when I have to leave…"

"I'll miss you so much more, Isa-chan." She whispered, grasping his hand.

Kyoya coughed from beside them. "You know it's not forever, right? We're close enough that we can get together any time you feel like it. And we'll have dinner with Haruhi every week. It's not like I'm going to stuff you in a closet and never talk to you again."

Haruhi nodded, still holding Isamu's hand. "I should probably go make that phone call before it gets too late."

Kyoya

Kyoya watched Haruhi leave and turned to Isamu. "You two are more alike than you realize."

"Really? But…but she's a girl, and I'm a boy…we can't be alike!" Isamu rationalized.

"You both lost parents at an early age and had to pick up the pieces somehow. You and Haruhi love to learn and take pride in your knowledge of things. You both pout much like you are doing right now."

"That's not-"

"Let me finish, Isamu…you are both very strong individuals, and I love the both of you. Haruhi and I may have known you for only a few days, but there is no denying that we three share a connection. I'm sure I speak for Haruhi as well when I say that we would not change your presence in our lives for anything. You and Haruhi are my rocks. You keep me grounded and sane. Now, I'm not one for emotions at all, but the two of you have opened me up and yanked me far out of my comfort zone. I owe both of you my life."

Isamu looked at him for a moment before smiling. It was not a Cheshire cat smile like the twins; it was not a princely smile like Tamaki; it was definitely not a sugary-sweet smile like Honey. Isamu's smile, as Kyoya noticed, was genuine and thankful. The boy launched himself at Kyoya once more.

"I am so glad that I met you and Haruhi…" He cried happily into Kyoya's chest.

"And we're glad to have met you as well, Isa-chan." Haruhi's voice joined them from the doorway.

Kyoya smiled at his girlfriend. She stood leaning against the door, her arms folded across her chest.

"So?" He asked, inquiring about the phone call.

"He's allowed to come with me, but he cannot be a distraction. Isa-chan, you can't leave my side, alright? Not for a minute."

"But what if I have to use the potty?"

"We'll have one of the hosts take you with them. I don't want anything to happen to you, Isamu."

The rest of the afternoon faded away along with the trio's energy. Isamu was nodding off onto Haruhi's shoulder, and Kyoya watched as Haruhi seemed to wilt as well.

"It's getting late, Haruhi-koi. You might want to get Isamu to bed before tomorrow's exciting day of high school." At Kyoya's voice, Haruhi's drooping head snapped up straight.

"Mm? I think you're right…I'll miss you, Kyoya…" She told him as she stood up and walked towards him. Haruhi ghosted her lips across Kyoya's, leaving him hungry for more. She grabbed the back of her head and pulled her face to his. Their gentle kiss was soon ignited by the flames of passion and was only broken by a soft snore from behind Haruhi.

"I…I have to go, Kyoya…"

"Haruhi, I'll be alright. You two have fun at school tomorrow, and I'll be waiting for you afterwards. I love you."

"I love you too." She told him firmly. Kyoya watched as Haruhi hoisted the sleeping boy from his chair to her chest so that she could carry him. He truly admired her, seeing her with Isamu on one shoulder, her bag on the other and still holding up the heavy skirt of her Ouran uniform.

"Haruhi, I want you to have fun tomorrow, alright? Make Isamu forget his troubles for the day." Kyoya said as Haruhi was almost out of sight.

"I promise." Haruhi nodded once. "I love you, Kyoya. Goodnight."

"Goodnight, Haruhi. Get some sleep. I love you too." With that, Haruhi was gone and Kyoya was alone once more. He had a plan for his new family, and he would be damned if it did not come to fruition.

Haruhi

Haruhi trudged home, trying not to drop any of her precious cargo. Isamu slept like a rock on her shoulder, but who could blame him? It had been a long day, after all.

When she walked through the door, she saw her father sitting at the table, eating the dinner she had made for him.

"Oh, Haruhi!" He yelled, but after seeing the sleeping boy, he quieted down. "This food is delicious. Thank you so much for the wonderful surprise."

Haruhi nodded and set Isamu down on the futon in the living room before heading over to her father. "Isamu helped me make it, you know."

"He did? What a smart young man!"

"He was worried you wouldn't like him." Haruhi told her father plainly.

"Really? I'm more worried that he won't like me!"

She nodded again and stood up to kiss her father. "I'm going to take a quick shower and then put Isamu to bed properly. I think he'll sleep in my room tonight."

"Haruhi...what's going to happen to the boy?" Ranka seemed genuinely worried.

"The Ootori family has adopted him on the pretense that Kyoya and I will raise him. He needs a family, and he happens to be Yoshio Ootori's nephew. So after tonight, he will no longer be here with us."

"Well, I will be sure to meet the boy properly when he wakes up in the morning. Is he ever going to come visit us after he moves in with Kyoya?"

This was strange to Haruhi, as her father rarely took interest in personal matters such as these. For a long time, essentially since Haruhi's mother had died, it had seemed that his world consisted of only himself and Haruhi.

"Of course. He's very excited about our weekly dinners together. He and Kyoya are going to come over once a week to keep us company over dinner...if that's alright?"

"Of course it is! I'll look forward to those then! He's really a charming young thing, isn't he?"

Haruhi nodded. "Well, Dad…I've had a long day, and I have to take him to school with me tomorrow…"

"You look a bit…overworked. No worries, darling! Goodnight!" He waltzed over to her and kissed her on the brow.

"I love you, Daddy…" Haruhi whispered.

"And I love you too, my lovely daughter." Ranka smiled at her before heading to the kitchen to do…well…Kami only knows what.

Haruhi slipped into the shower and spent almost 45 minutes under the spray before she realized that her father was calling her name and that the water had gone icy cold some time ago.

"Sorry, Dad!" She yelled. "I didn't realize…I must have zoned out…"

"Just go to bed, Haruhi…you need your sleep!"

Haruhi quickly toweled herself dry and put up her hair. She slipped into her pajamas and walked quietly back to where Isamu lay. As she slid her arms under him, he stirred a bit.

"Hush now, Isa-chan. I'm here, and I'll make sure nothing happens to you. Go back to sleep."

"Ok, Mama…" Isamu muttered drowsily before conking out once more.

Haruhi chuckled and hoisted the boy into her arms. She walked into her room and laid him on her bed gently, stroking his cheek and pulling the covers up to his chin. Walking back to close the door, she saw her father standing there.

Ranka (Again…a different point of view…sorry!)

Ranka had seen the interaction between his baby girl and the boy she so adored. A loving smile spread across his face, and he stood in the doorway of Haruhi's room. She was so motherly and…and…everything Isamu probably needed at this point in his life. Ranka was absolutely positive that Haruhi would be fine…you know, in case anything ever happened to him.

"Something you needed, Dad?" His beautiful daughter asked, sleep pervading her voice.

"You and Isamu have something special…I haven't seen a motherly spark like this since your mother would put you to bed every night…"

Sadness clung to his senses as he thought of Kotoko. He had never really gotten over her death, and he still thought about her every day. Truth be told, when Haruhi was in the hospital all day, Ranka would come home and talk to the air as though Kotoko was right there beside him. He dreamt about her every night; he heard her voice in his head all day; he still smelled her all over the house.

"Dad…? Daddy?" Haruhi's voice pulled him back from his trance.

"Huh?"

"You alright?"

"Of course, my dear! I was just reminiscing. Your mother had this special bond with you that I was always jealous of. It turns out, it's genetic! The way you handle the boy is admirable. You will make a wonderful mother someday." Ranka looked at the floor.

"Oh, Dad," Haruhi's voice forced him to jerk his head back up to look at her. "You did your best, and I honestly don't think anyone could ever replace you. You were both a mom and a dad to me... Every minute we spent together, every talk we have...all of them are memories I will cherish to my dying breath. I don't know what I would have done without you, Daddy."

Ranka's eyes fogged with tears, and he almost did not see Haruhi move forward to hug him.

"Haruhi...I tried to raise you as your mother would have wanted. I...I...I just wanted you to have a stable household. I feel terrible that I was never able to provide you with an actual mother figure after Kotoko passed..."

"Dad...she could never have been replaced. I still miss her too, you know? The three of us were quite the team! It hasn't been the same without her, even though it's been...several years... You did what you could, and I am proud to say that my father was the best mother-father combo any girl could ever want."

Ranka squeezed his daughter tightly. His tears choked his voice to the point of no recognition. It was getting close to the anniversary of his wife's death, and every year, he would become depressed around the date. Every year, he felt as though he made Haruhi suffer alone.

Ranka would never admit it, but he was glad that Haruhi had met the host club men...even Tamaki. They would be able to take care of her on the days that he couldn't, and he knew he could count on them to do so. Haruhi was his world, true; but Kotoko...Kotoko was his life. He would never be the same person again, and with every anniversary that passed, it became harder to cope with her absence in his life.

"I love you so much, Haruhi...I want you to know that. You are my pride and joy, and your mother would be so infinitely proud of you."

"I love you too, Daddy...Mom would be proud of you for the bravery and parenting skills you used to bring me up. She didn't mean to leave us on purpose...but I know that she's looking down on us right now and telling everyone else up there that her husband is an amazing and admirable man who deserves the Parent of the Year award for the rest of eternity."

"I'm sorry, Haruhi...you just remind me so much of her. Goodnight again, my beautiful daughter. Sleep well." He backed out of the room quickly.

"Wait, Dad!"

Ranka froze in his tracks.

"I love you."

Those three words. He felt as though he never deserved them from Haruhi, seeing as he was never there for her. Yet there they were. Presented on a silver platter...just for him.

"I love you too, Haruhi."

Smiles graced both faces as Ranka headed towards his own room and Haruhi shut her door.

"You would be so proud of our baby girl, Kotoko." Ranka whispered to the air in front of him. "She's going to make it in this difficult world. I can tell."

Haruhi

Haruhi woke the next day to Isamu still snuggling into her side. His mouth was slightly agape, making him the picture of innocence. She smiled and slowly started to get out of bed. Still clad in her pajamas, Haruhi went to the kitchen and made breakfast for her father, Isamu, and herself.

She walked back into her room and caressed Isamu's face. "Isa-chan, I've made breakfast. It's time to get up now."

He slept like a rock, buried deep in the covers.

"Isamu, we're going to school now! If you don't wake up now, we're going to be late!"

Isamu rocketed up and knocked Haruhi in the face.

"School! Yay! I completely forgot about that! Oh, Kami! I'm sorry, Haruhi…"

Haruhi cradled her nose, which started to bleed ever so slightly. "It's alright, Isa-chan. It was an accident. Shall we go get breakfast?"

"We're going to be late, though!" Isamu shouted, clumsily jumping out of bed.

"Calm down, sweetie. I was kidding earlier. We're going to have breakfast then grab showers and get dressed. How does that sound?"

"Oh...okay. What's for breakfast?"

"Woah, tiger. Why don't you hop in the bath really quick before breakfast, that way I can take mine after we eat?"

Isamu heaved a heavy sigh. "Okay..."

Haruhi ruffled his hair lovingly. "I'll see you back in here when you're done."

Isamu shyly undressed himself in front of Haruhi so that she could wash his clothes. She gave him a towel to wrap himself in and showed him to the bathroom. He disappeared for a few minutes before coming back out looking embarrassed.

"What's wrong, Isa-chan?"

"Uhm...I don't know how to use the knobs..."

Haruhi laughed to herself before following him in and drawing up a bath for him. She gave him soap and shampoo and went back to her room to wait for him.

Ten minutes passed and Isamu was nowhere to be seen.

"Isa-chan? You alright in there?" No answer, but Haruhi could hear barely muffled sobs. "Isamu, I'm coming in."

When she walked into the bathroom, Haruhi saw Isamu sitting outside the tub with shampoo in his hair, running down his face. He was huddled next to the tub.

"Isa-chan! What happened?" Haruhi exclaimed, rushing to his side.

"I...I...I'm so sorry!"

"For what, honey?"

"I peed...I had to go potty really bad...and I didn't want to get water all over the floor, so I went potty in the water...and..."

Haruhi looked at the boy then looked at the water in the tub. It was slightly yellow, but there was something else.

"Is that why you're upset, Isa-chan?" Haruhi picked the wet boy up and placed him on her lap. "Sweetheart, you are barely out of diapers! You had an accident, that's all." She stroked the top of his head lovingly, trying to keep the shampoo from getting in his eyes.

"But now I had an accident and I got water all over..."

"That just means you get to help me clean it up!" Haruhi smiled at him, and he returned it, sniffling a bit.

The two cleaned up the mess and set about cleaning Isamu's hair.

"Why don't you go and have breakfast with my dad while I hop in the shower quickly?" Haruhi suggested once they were done.

The boy nodded, mumbled a final apology, and headed to the kitchen to meet up with Ranka. This gave Haruhi her time to think. She knew exactly what she wanted now…but how was that going to match up with wanting to be a lawyer? It wouldn't be easy, but if she wanted it badly enough, she knew she could get it.

Haruhi had always liked the idea of a fully functioning family unit. One with a mother, a father, and a few children. Unfortunately, her time in said unit was short-lived, and she barely remembered any of it. She wanted to be a mother; she wanted to be there for someone; she wanted to take care of someone and have them call her 'mommy.' When Isamu had called her his Mama, Haruhi felt a swelling in her chest. She felt loved and cherished as one could only feel from a child.

Her mind wandered to the potential father…she wanted Kyoya. There was no doubt in her mind that she would not be able to live without him. Briefly, Haruhi wondered how her father had done it for so long. She herself was still heart-broken about it, and she had barely known her mother.

She shook her head and finished her shower, stepping out into the steamy bathroom. After she had dressed herself, Haruhi stumbled into the dining area to have breakfast with her father and Isamu.

"We waited for you, Haruhi!" Isamu said excitedly. Haruhi could tell he was hungry.

"You did, did you?"

Isamu nodded eagerly, and Ranka gave her a small smile.

"Well? Let's not wait any longer!" Haruhi said as Isamu's stomach growled loudly.

The boy giggled lightly, and the three dug into their breakfasts. Haruhi looked at Isamu adoringly as he tore into his breakfast, his eyes gleaming. That was when she knew. She did not want just any family. She wanted the one in front of her now. She and Kyoya would raise the boy as if he was their own, and they would show him all of the love that they had both missed out on. Haruhi smiled and dug into her meal. Life was perfect, and she did not want anything to change it.

What did we think? I can't wait to put the next chapter up...once I write it...it will probably be much shorter (back to about 2,000 words or so), but I promise it will be worth it! I am aiming for no more than 2 chapters left, so we will see!

Also, I was stunned at the response to the potential third part to this series! It is in the works right now and will take place a year or so down the road from the current situation in the story!

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Until next time! (Thank you for being ever so patient with me...)