Disclaimer: Just to cover things, I don't own Ouran High School Host Club. It belongs to Bisco Hatori. =)

Chapter 2

~Haruhi P.O.V.

I hear his progress as he enters the nursery. The monitor is a good way to hear what's going on in there, but it's also been an insight to how incredible that certain blonde man is at being a father. Tamaki was always good with people including children, so I shouldn't be surprised. But now I see it even more clearly as I watch him with our daughter. Amelie's face always just lights up when she sees him, and the second that her crying stops sounding from the monitor I know Tamaki is cradling her in his arms and walking around the room. He begins singing a French lullaby to her, one that is beautiful and apparently her favorite. I like hearing him sing it, somewhat jealous that he's got such a wonderful voice, one to carry a tune perfectly. All I can do is hum, but thankfully Amelie enjoys that too…

"My mother sang this to me," Tamaki's hushed words sounded from the monitor. I curl my arm beneath my pillow and under my head as I listen to them.

He stops for a second and I wait for what's next in his routine.

"Someone needs refreshing…" he says in a singsong voice that stops with his next words. "I wish your mother were here to do it, but alas, your dear father must perform the task." I can see it now in my mind: Tamaki's face is brave, but he's holding his breath. The sound of the diaper being pulled open… I know he can't hold his breath that long and soon I hear a gagging sound. I know it's not from the baby.

"Think it's too late for your mother to come take over? It'd be the bravest, most wonderful thing she could do." I watched the lights on the monitor flicker with his desperate wish, one that I have no intention of fulfilling.

"How can such a small, adorable creature do such an atrocious thing?"

I muffle my small laugh with my pillow again, imaging the color drain from my husband's face as he's changing the diaper.

"Success!" he says, his exuberance subdued a little, but animated enough to elicit a small giggle from our little girl. "Oh, you love daddy. And daddy loves you, yes he does."

I turn on my back and stare straight up at the ceiling as Tamaki's voice fades away the further he gets from the monitor. My face is in a permanent smile as I consider the man I fell in love with eight years ago. He's over the top, most of the time. I don't call him "idiot" that much anymore… though, as in Tamaki fashion, he still does outrageous things. Just a few months ago before we had Amelie, he went wild with the scanning gun and listed practically everything in the baby store when we registered for gifts.

"Oh, Tamaki," I whisper and close my eyes.

His name… just the mention of it makes my heart race. And of course, soon a blush appears giving away how affected I am by him.

His soothing voice comes across the monitor again. I hear Amelie's gentle sucking noise as she drinks the milk he warmed up, and the creak of the rocking chair as Tamaki settles in it. His velvet voice begins the lullaby again and soon I find my eyes too heavy to keep open, and before I even know it my eyes close.

Something soft brushes my hand, and my eyes flutter open. Guess I'd fallen asleep. Tamaki presses his lips against my knuckles in one more kiss before he lifts his eyes, the dim light from the window reflecting in the deep lavender of his gaze. My skin burns in a blush as always, and on his face is a sly smirk.

"After all these years you still blush like you did when we first began dating."

"I'm not the only one blushing," I turn my head to the side and see he's still holding my hand. He crawls closer to me, and I feel him lean down. He nuzzles the side of my nose with his and I turn. We lock eyes and my breathing quickens instinctively. "You have the same affect on me as you did back then," I admit. He takes the chance and gives me a tender kiss, only to pull away with a smile.

"I can say the same, my love," he says, his 25 year old face still youthful and as gorgeous as always. My whole body responds to his proximity with a delightful shiver running over my skin. He encircles my waist with his arm, pulling me closer to him.

"What am I going to do with you?" I ask, mock annoyance in my tone. His face dips in closer again, this time kissing my chin and continues with a trail of gentle, lingering kisses down my neck only to stop at my collar bone.

"As a gentleman, it would be improper of me to say," he answered, lifting his face.

"And as my husband?" I ask, enjoying our teasing tête-à-tête.

"Right," He looks at me through the dark lashes lining his fair eyes, his lips curving into a playful smile. "In that case, I have some suggestions."

… the end

AN: Hi everyone! That's the end of my first dabble in the Ouran fanfic universe. I absolutely love this pairing and imagine only good things in their future beyond where the manga left off. Hope you liked it!

Thank you to everyone who reviewed, added it to your favorites, or just took the time to read my story. You all are awesome… you make me smile =). Take care!