Author's Note: Hello all! This first chapter is going to be relatively short. Moving forward they are going to be much longer. If you're just finding this story, it is the sequel to "It starts with goodbye" so I suggest reading that first.

Also please keep in mind that this will not follow the same style of writing as its predecessor. I'm going to have one chapter for each month of the pregnancy starting at three months (not too long after the ending of the last story). Then there will be a series of one shots as Tamaki and Haruhi raise their baby.

I hope you all enjoy this as much as the original!

You Had Me From Hello

Month Three:

Haruhi stared down at her feet, tilting her head back and forth as she tried to decide if it was as noticeable that her feet were swollen as she thought it was. Her toes looked huge, but then again she had been constantly on her feet for a couple of weeks running lead for one of the newer cases the Zuka club had given her. They still didn't know she was pregnant but she was sure it was going to become obvious sooner rather than later.

Gently she ran her lithe fingers over her slightly swollen abdomen. "I hope you're happy in there." Haruhi whispered, still gently rubbing her stomach to sooth the last remnants of her nausea. As time went by, she was getting sick less often and she knew within the next few weeks she would no longer get sick at all.

"Haruhi?"

Lifting her gaze, Haruhi smiled warmly at her husband. He had discarded his jacket in the entranceway of their home and had rolled the sleeves of his white button up to his elbows. His blonde hair was in disarrays and she couldn't help but notice that he needed a haircut. She had been so distracted with everything that had been going on in her body that she had taken little notice to how much Tamaki had been giving up for her.

Like sleep. Tamaki had been sleeping less and less over the last few weeks and not because Haruhi had been demanding or because she had asked for anything that was outrageous. She hadn't had any cravings that had sent him out late at night and she hadn't been getting sick and keeping him up at night either. And while he did offer to rub her swollen feet and massage her shoulders almost every day after work that was not the reason he wasn't sleeping. Tamaki had forgone sleep most nights to read.

The very day that Tamaki had learned of the baby they would soon be bringing into the world, he had gone to the closest bookstore and bought every single informational book on babies he could get his hands on. He read every single line of every single chapter with such dedication that Haruhi fell even more in love with him. Each night she would curl up at his side with her head upon his chest and fall asleep to the sounds of his breathing and the turning of pages.

"You need a haircut." She giggled lightly, pushing herself off out of her chair and crossing the room.

He merely smiled, opening his arms and welcoming her. For a long moment they were silent, wrapped in each others embrace before Haruhi once again broke the silence.

"I can cut it for you, if you'd like?"

"Aren't you tired?" He asked, leaning down and pressing a gentle kiss to the top of her head.

"I've been off all day, Tamaki. I'm far from tired. In fact, I'm going a bit stir crazy trapped in this house all day." She teased.

"Whatever you say," He smiled, lowering himself down to his knees in front of the small woman. Gently he pressed his lips to her slightly swollen abdomen. "Hello, little one. Daddy's home."

She stood still as stone, her hands resting gently upon his shoulders as her husband babbled to their child about his day. "We did a lot of work with the contractors today for the Host Club." He explained, his ear pressed against her stomach as if he could hear the baby responding to him. "And I had lunch with your Uncle Kyoya who still refuses to believe I'm responsible enough to be a father." Tamaki huffed. "As if I could ever do anything to mess this up."

Haruhi ran her fingers gently through his soft blonde locks. "You're going to be a great father, senpai."

Tamaki smiled gently, continuing to explain a long list of wonderful things to his child in excited tones before Haruhi silenced him with a subtle yawn. "You're tired."

Haruhi shook her head. "No, I'm fine."

"Let's just go to bed."

Haruhi shook her head. "No. I want to cut your hair first."

Tamaki gave her a stern look before finally realizing that this would be a battle he couldn't win. "Just a quick cut."

Haruhi smiled lightly, taking his hand in hers and leading him towards the kitchen. After a few moments of set up, she was running a specific set of scissors through his hair, making quick snips.

"You're going to ruin it!" Tamaki whined like a petulant child. "You're not even a licensed professional!"

Haruhi laughed lightly, rolling her eyes as she pulled a chair away from the high table that sat in his father's kitchen. "Don't you trust me, senpai?"

Tamaki scoffed but said nothing.

"If I make a mess of it you can just go to one of your expensive stylists and get it cut again, right?" Haruhi asked, sticking the styling scissors in the back pocket of her tight jeans. "Don't make this more difficult than it has to be. I've got finals in the morning."

"Finals." Tamaki smirked, his lips pulling up into a wide grin as he lowered himself into the chair. "You're graduating in a few weeks. Isn't that exciting."

She knew he had something up his sleeve; she could practically taste the implications in his words. He was no doubt planning something extravagant or had some ridiculous gift planned for her. Whatever it was, she would pretend to love it and more than likely secretly hate it. "Exciting, yeah." She spoke unenthusiastically, running the scissors through his soft blond locks.

They were both silent for a long while. Haruhi's hands worked expertly, trimming away the dead ends of his soft hair while Tamaki's knees bounced nervously and he clutched at them with white knuckles. She couldn't help but smile lightly at how much he had to trust her to let her take a pair of scissors to his hair.

"There." She grinned, placing her hands on her hips and admiring her handy work. "I may not be a professional but I did a pretty decent job if I say so myself."

Tamaki rose tentatively, his eyes narrowed before he strode down the hallway and towards one of the many bathrooms in the Suoh manor.

She listened carefully to the sounds of his shuffling until finally she heard him breathe a sigh of relief.

"This doesn't look bad!" He admitted, his voice laden with more surprise than she expected. Had he really expected it to be that terrible?

"I told you so!" She laughed, brushing her fingers through her hair.

He reappeared in the kitchen, a wide grin upon his features. "Is there anything you're bad at, Haruhi?"

She pretended to think for a moment, a light smile pulling at the corners of her lips. "I guess I'm pretty bad at being a girl, considering everyone at school still thinks I'm a man."

Tamaki chuckled lightly, taking slow and exaggerated steps until Haruhi had backed up against the kitchen counter. "Its funny. I don't think you're a man."

Haruhi rolled her eyes. "I would hope not considering we're dating."

Tamaki smirked. "I can't believe I'm dating a crossdressing hairdresser."

Haruhi laughed almost too loudly. "Lucky you."

"Earth to Haruhi!"

She shook the memories from the recesses of her mind, blushing deeply as she realized she had been caught daydreaming. At least his haircut was finished.

"I thought I lost you for a moment." He smiled knowingly, rising from his seat and placing his hands upon her hips affectionately.

"You did." She admitted reluctantly. "I was daydreaming."

"About?"

"Do you remember the first time I ever cut your hair?" She asked, reaching up and brushing a few strands of hair from his face.

"How could I forget? Half the time I was terrified you would cut off my ear and the other half I was afraid I would never be able to show my face in public again." He teased.

She smacked his chest playfully, narrowing her eyes. "Don't be mean. I was just thinking about how far we've come since then. How much we've gone through. All the things we lost and all the things we've gained."

"Like our daughter?" He grinned, placing a hand upon her stomach gently.

"You're so sure we're having a girl." She smiled fondly. "What if we have a boy instead?"

"I don't care what we have, Haruhi, as long as he or she is healthy and happy. But I know we're having a girl." He was grinning now from ear to ear.

"How?"

"I just know." He smiled confidently. "Now, lets get you into the bath and dressed for bed. I'll make us some dinner and we can watch a movie or two before bed. I may even rub your feet; for a couple kisses of course."

"I can't believe I'm married to a cook and a masseuse," she teased him playfully.

"Lucky you." He winked playfully as he led her back through their home.