One Hundred And Fifty-Five Days In

She paced. Back and forth she moved through the elaborately decorated nursery, her brow furrowed as she listened to the soft wheezing that accompanied every baby breath.

Something was very wrong.

Months had passed since Haruhi had curled up in Tamaki's lap sobbing away her insecurities at being a new mother and since that day she had risen to the occasion. She was strong and confident and she was a damned good mother if she did say so herself. But even the trials of having a premature infant in her home had not prepared her for this.

Nothing could have prepared her for her child's first illness.

The fever had come on slowly. First, her baby had been sweating a lot. Enough to need to be changed regularly and enough to cause Haruhi to worry. When the thermometer had reached one hundred and one degrees, Haruhi had called her husband.

Tamaki hadn't seemed as worried, after all, kids got sick. This was especially true when your child was small and underweight and premature. But that had not stopped the pacing. When the wheezing had begun, Haruhi had reached her wits end. She had spent every moment of her life as a Host vehemently refusing the benefits that came with her friend's wealth, but today and for the sake of her daughter she had no problem calling in a favor.

And Kyoya had been all too happy to offer his family's business. He had spent at least fifteen minutes on the phone trying to soothe the irrational mother as she babbled on about illnesses that he was pretty sure no longer existed in the modern world. Long before she had finished her incessant babbling, he had already sent text orders to one of his physicians to drive to the Suoh home and to check on the small infant.

And thus the new mother paced. Back and forth back and forth as she waited for the doctor to arrive. He was a kind looking gentleman in his late thirties, hair peppering and slicked back with gel. His eyes were kind, crinkled at the edges from a lifetime of laughter and happiness and Haruhi was set at ease just by the look at him.

"What seems to be the problem, little one?" He asked, leaning over the edge of the crib and examining the fitful baby.

"She has a fever and she's been wheezing all night." Haruhi explained, nibbling nervously upon her lower lip as she watched him pull medical instruments from his bag and begin his full examination. He took Anne's temperature by waving a small wand over her forehead, confirming the almost one hundred and two degree fever she now maintained. He listened to her heart and her lungs and spent a long time just looking her over before finally rocking back on his heels and offering Haruhi a comforting smile.

"You've got nothing to worry about, ma'am. Your daughter is going to be just fine." He assured, pulling out a notepad and a couple of bottles of pills and liquids. He explained each one and their refill procedure before he began to pack his bag up again.

"How much do I owe you?" She asked, scrambling for her purse that hung over the edge of the rocking chair. She already partially knew the answer, of course. There was no way Kyoya would ever let her little family pay one of his physicians.

"The boss says it's taken care of. He just wants his god daughter back in good health." The doctor smiled, patting her shoulder reassuringly. "And you as well, ma'am. Get some rest when your husband gets home. Everything is going to be okay."

The remainder of Tamaki's work day was spent seated upon the floor, her forehead resting against the crib as she listened to the soft wheeze of her daughter's breath.

xXX Tamaki XXx

Kyoya had called him as soon as the doctor had reported in, informing him that his daughter had the common cold, made worse by weakened lungs, but that she would be fine with a couple of days rest and some mild medication. Not that Tamaki had ever been overly worried in the first place. His daughter was strong for a premature baby, and he had been well prepared for the illnesses that came with such complications. While most of his life he had been the worrier, the irrational one in their group, he had remained surprisingly calm as his daughter came down with her first cold.

The same could not be said for Haruhi.

He quietly moved through their home, knowing exactly where he would find his tiny wife. A smile crossing his lips as he found her, curled up in a ball fast asleep on the floor at the base of their child's crib. Gently he lifted her into his arms, carrying her into the bedroom where he tucked her in and placed a gentle kiss upon her forehead. He was just about to leave when a tiny hand shot out from beneath the blankets and grasped onto his white button up shirt.

"Good morning, sunshine." He teased, easing himself back down onto the edge of the bed, his gaze meeting sleepy brown eyes as he went.

"She's going to be okay." She admitted, breathing out a breath she hadn't consciously been holding. "The doctor said she was going to be okay."

Tamaki only smiled. "Kyoya called. I told you she was going to be fine."

"How are you so calm about this?" She asked, her brow furrowing. Tamaki was always the irrational one. It was as if the birth of their child had completely swapped their personalities and if she was being honest, Haruhi wasn't particularly fond of being irrational.

"Maybe only one parent is allowed to be crazy at a time." He teased, brushing her hair from her face. "It can't be good for a child to have two irrationally insane parents."

"Crazy…" she repeated, blowing out an exaggerated breath. "That's what the doctor thinks, too."

"Hnn?" His own brow furrowed. Kyoya had mentioned nothing about the doctor calling Haruhi crazy.

She shuffled underneath the covers, obviously trying to pull something out of the pocket of her jeans. After a few moments of what looked like uncomfortable shifting, she brandished the bottle of pills the doctor had left her. "Look."

And so he did, examining the bottle with the foreign name upon it. "Clonazepam?" He asked, tilting it back and forth in his hand. "What does this do for the baby?"

She shook her head, pulling the covers up to her nose. "Not Anne… Me."

"The doctor gave you cold medicine?" He asked, still not following where she was going.

Again she shook her head.

"Haruhi, what is this?" He asked, pulling the covers down to reveal her face.

"It's anti-crazy medicine!"

He blinked. "Anti… crazy?"

"Or anxiety. But still. He thinks I'm crazy." She huffed, yanking the blankets back up to cover her face.

It took a moment, but once her words actually processed in his head, Tamaki began to laugh. And once he started laughing, he couldn't stop no matter how much his small wife continued to glare in his direction. "Their chill pills!" he finally managed to say between fits of laughter. "He gave you chill pills."

"This isn't funny!" She huffed again.

"On the contrary," he smirked, leaning down to pepper her features with soft kisses. "I find it very funny."

And much to her displeasure, his kisses melted away her frustration and soon Haruhi was laughing too.