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And now his fingers danced across the piano keys, creating a wave of beautiful notes as she sits in the corner and listens, a little bundle of beauty that is his in her arms.

He remembers all the times he used to sit and play for his mother when she wasn't feeling well. She would sit behind him and smile as his fingers crafted a beautiful sympathy of sounds. She would never praise him but he did not care, he could see the joy his music caused her in her face

How long has it been since he's seen her? Five? No, ten years? He can't help but to wonder if he'll ever see his dearest mother again.

The sleeping bundle in his love's arms began to stir until the music stopped and he walked over to play with his lovely daughter.

Identical blue eyes met, the infant child seemed to be entranced by him for only a moment before she got distracted by the hands reaching out to hold her, Tamaki picked up his little girl and held her in the air, "How's Daddy's little girl today?"

At this, she smiles a smile similar to the one on his lovely wife's face, "She's fine, Tamaki-sempai."

Tamaki pulled his little girl close, "Haruhi, when are you going to stop calling me sempai? We're married now! There's no need to be so formal!"

To this she simply smiled, took the now sleeping infant and walked away.

A/N: Hi! This just popped into my head one night and so I decided to post it. My friend said that the "Tamaki-sempai" was just a little strange but I didn't think so. Anyway, thanks for reading!