Disclaimer: I do not own Ouran High School Host Club, rights belong Bisco Hatori.
"Haruhi, please sit down and relax." Kyoya idly flipped through a newspaper.
"I can't do that! This baby is due in a week and this place is a danger zone!" She barked more orders at the maids as they scurried about, child proofing the house. Haruhi hated using the servants and did things on her own whenever possible. Subsequently, they kept a very small staff. Now, however, she was making use of every single worker in the building.
"My dear, it's a modern house, everything has a sharp edge. Please sit down. You can hardly walk, let alone do all this work."
"Why aren't you worried? She could hit her head on the table, or cut herself on a knife!"
He sighed, exasperated.
"Haruhi, if you don't sit right now I will invite Tamaki over and you know exactly how that is going to end." She sighed, slowly waddling to the chair to sit down.
"I know, there's just so much to do before the baby comes. We haven't chosen a name." He stretched an arm over her, pulling her close.
"I gave you a very nice list weeks ago. Fuyumi even helped me pick some of those out!"
"They were all boy names, and the only name for a girl on there was Fuyumi. We are having a girl, Kyoya."
"Should I have one of my advisors make up a list?" Haruhi opened her mouth to respond, but one of the maids beat her to it.
"Mrs. Ootori, the last of the nursery furniture is here. Shall we set it up?"
"Bring it to the room, Kyoya and I can do it," pleased with herself, Haruhi turned back to her husband.
"Was that really necessary? They can do it just fine."
"Of course it's necessary. Did you hire a new maid? I haven't seen her before."
"Yes. I caught one of them attempting to steal your jewelry. This is why I told you to be more formal with them."
"What's wrong with being nice, Kyoya? Nice makes people like you."
"Nice makes you lose, dear." He stood up and put an arm out to help her up. Together they walked to the spacious nursery.
"Maybe we should let Tamaki name her."
"Haruhi, no sooner will I sell my company to my father than will I let Tamaki Suoh name my unborn daughter.
He opened the tall oak door. The bleak white of the hall ended and in the room, a colorful expanse of boxes and trunks of baby clothes. In one corner sat an expensive rocking chair, made only of the finest wood. Haruhi quickly sat down, letting out a small puff.
"Okay! Let's put the crib together!"
"Haruhi, I'll be doing all the work. This is why I wanted one of the maids to do it."
"It'll be memorable! My dad wanted me to take photos."
Slowly, if not slightly begrudgingly, he began the tedious task of setting up the crib.
"It's done, Haruhi." In the corner, she had her chin resting in her hand, eyes closed. She was so cute; Kyoya couldn't help but wonder how he managed to care so much about her. Only she could see through his hard exterior and to his loving center. She was also the only person who knew he liked sappy romance movies, a secret he would take to his grave. Kyoya sighed a sigh of pure bliss. Softly, gave her a quick kiss on the cheek.
"I love you, Haruhi." In her sleep, she smiled faintly at the contact.