Disclaimer: We don't own Ouran High School Host Club, but we do feel nostalgic whenever we revisit it.

Morinozuka Takashi kept his pace to a leisurely stroll as he crossed the grounds. It was a fine evening, and he was a bit early, so he took the time to enjoy it. Even so, it didn't take him long to reach their meeting place, a courtyard with a fountain at its center. Hands in his pockets, he admired the familiar opulence of the architecture while he waited, and smiled; Ouran Academy held many fond memories.

Coming here always made him nostalgic. The Host Club had spent many an afternoon by this fountain, though it always seemed to end with Tamaki chasing the twins, determined to "punish them for their devilish ways." Of course, that seemed to happen any time the original members of the Host Club got together. All too often, the taunts that pushed Tamaki over the edge consisted of the twins claiming that Haruhi had bestowed some honor upon them, which he would immediately claim ought to be given to him: Man of Honor at her wedding, namesake of her firstborn child, "designated rebound if Mori ever screws things up," etc.

"I love it here," a soft voice said from behind him, pulling him out of his thoughts.

He turned and watched his beautiful wife walking toward him in the moonlight. She was always lovely, but there was something even more radiant about her as she stopped at his side and slipped her hand into his. He opened his mouth to tell her so, but closed it when she looked up at him and smiled. She understood. She always did.

"Come on," she urged, and tugged on his hand. "With any luck, Kita-san will be slow tonight." He smiled, and allowed her to lead him toward their special spot, the tree that overlooked the kendo practice field.

He automatically lifted her onto the branch when they reached the tree, and she laughed as he scrambled up to join her, paying no mind to the expensive business suit he was wearing. Takashi wrapped an arm around her and kissed the top of her head. She leaned against him as they sat on the branch, both of them enjoying the calm of the evening and time spent together. Haruhi heaved a contented sigh and sat up, shifting slightly to face him.

"Thanks for meeting me here," she said with a smile. "There was something I wanted to―"

"Excuse me," a voice interrupted. They looked down to find a panting security guard. "Oh, my apologies," he continued, with a small bow. "I expected a pair of teenagers." A small smile began to make its way across his face. "I didn't mean to interrupt, but I'm afraid I am going to have to ask you and your wife to leave, Morinozuka-sama."

They looked at each other and sighed, but nodded. "Of course, Kita-san," Takashi said, removing his arm from around his wife and climbing down.

"You got here much more quickly than usual," Haruhi remarked.

"Just doing my job, Fujioka-sama," he replied, and with another bow and another smile, he departed.

Takashi lifted her down from the tree. When he released her, she swayed, and he immediately put a supporting arm around her. "Are you all right?" he asked, feeling a bit concerned.

She nodded, her eyes closed. "I'm just a bit dizzy. I'll be fine in a minute."

He frowned, not at all reassured. Perhaps she was just tired from all the work she'd been doing lately. "Is something wrong? Should I call a car?"

She opened her eyes and shook her head, looking up at him with a smile. "I was trying to tell you before Kita-san found us," she replied. "I'm pregnant."

He stared at her. "Pregnant?"

"Pregnant," she confirmed.

A smile began to spread across his face. "A baby?"

She smiled at his elated look, and confirmed: "A human baby."

Through the haze of happiness, Takashi saw his wife frown. "Perhaps you should call a car," she reconsidered. "In addition to the moments of dizziness, I've been a bit nauseated recently. Actually, I threw up in the Rene vase this morning." She smirked. "Kyōya would be horrified if he knew; that was not its intended use, but it was closer than the bathroom."

Takashi pulled her into a hug and kissed her. "We're going to be parents?"

She laughed. "Yes, Takashi. We're going to be parents."

"And of course, Haruhi's daughter will be named for her one and only mentor!"

""'Morinozuka Tamakiko?' Bleh!""

"How dare you insult the name of my darling niece!"

"We don't actually know yet if we're having a boy or a—"

"We're not insulting little Kaoru-chan; we're insulting your terrible taste in names!"

"'Kaoru-chan?' Haruhi would never name her daughter after one of you devilish twins… would you, Haruhi? Surely that honor will be given to the illustrious founder of the wonderful Club which brought you and your husband together!"

"Well—"

"You see?! Haruhi's daughter will be called Tamakiko, and that's that!"

""No; Kaoru!""

"Tamakiko!"

""Kaoru!""

"Tamakiko!"

""Kaoru!""

"Well I think that—"

"Tamakiko!"

""Kaoru!""

Kyōya sighed. Did they have to announce it on a conference call? Surely an email would have sufficed, he thought. At least his business trip abroad meant he didn't have to listen to this in person. But not even being on opposite sides of the globe could prevent the inevitable argument; there hadn't been a Host Club reunion yet without some sort of a nostalgic spat between them.

After five more rounds of "Tamakiko!" ""Kaoru!"" he ended the call.

It was probably for the best that he hung up when he did; it took Tamaki at least ten minutes of scolding and ranting to forgive the Shadow King after Haruhi had chimed in with, "Actually, we were thinking of naming our child after Kyōya."

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