"Right Here Waiting" Revised Edition 2013 © natsu_no_sora

Ouran High School Host Club 2002 © Hatori Bisco

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Epilogue: The Story of Us [Part 02]

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Then the doctor perked up as if an idea hi-jacked her. "Haruhi, when was your last period?"

Renge gasped. When a conversation with a doctor turns to periods and cycles, every woman on Earth knows what will happen next. "Oh my God!" she whispered, her hand flew up to her mouth. She looked at the frozen form of her friend with bulging eyes.

The question struck Haruhi. She didn't see that one coming. There was a sudden, strong thumping against her chest and her stomach went flipping. She never felt this nervous in her entire life. Not even in her very first hearing in court.

Now that the doctor mentioned it, she realized she had lost track of her period. She swallowed and blinked.

"I... I don't remember," she mumbled.

"Around what time of the month do you usually have your period?"

"Um, around second wee-oh!" Haruhi inhaled sharply as it dawned on her that they were already on the first week of September; a month had passed since her last period. Why didn't she notice it?

Haruhi gaped at the doctor like a fish out of water.

Dr. Sugiyama smiled and patted her hand. "I'm going to run some tests on you to make sure, okay?"

"Okay..." she squeaked.

The doctor went out of the room and Renge jumped on the bed. Her eyes twinkling with delight.

"Haruhi, oh my God! What if you're-"

"Shut up, Renge. Please." She looked at her pleadingly. "Don't make me more nervous."

"I'm sorry."

"Let's talk about this later. Does anyone know I'm here?"

Renge shrugged. "Probably your staffs, since they saw you unconscious and being carried here."

"Who carried me?"

"I called my boyfriend, Kei. He brought you here."

"Oh, I'm so sorry! I haven't even met him and I already troubled him of carrying me here," Haruhi shyly said.

"What are you saying?" Renge swatted her arm. "It's totally fine! It was an emergency, don't worry about it."

"Where is he? I want to thank him."

Renge scrunched up her nose. "He received an urgent call from his dad," she sighed and it was pretty much enough for Haruhi to understand.

"Haruhi," Dr. Sugiyama's sweet voice resonated by the door. "Are you ready? Come with me for a moment, please."

Haruhi drew a long breath before swinging her legs off the bed. Renge assisted her and they followed the doctor to her small white office.

"Sit down," Dr. Sugiyama said.

Haruhi complied. The room smelled like sterilized hospital. It made her more nervous. Her heart restarted again with a jolt and she was unconsciously balling her fists tightly.

Renge was biting her lip in the corner, watching her concernedly.

"I'm going to take your blood sample for hCG test," the doctor said. "It's a blood test to determine if you're pregnant or not."

Haruhi gulped. "Can't we just use the more conventional way? The urine test?"

"hCG is more accurate, Attorney. And it can detect pregnancy earlier than urine test, like in your case; you haven't got your period for just a few weeks," she explained as she pulled put a small syringe. She took Haruhi's arm and tied a band around her biceps. "Relax; it's not going to hurt."

But it did. Haruhi felt a sting on the inside of her elbow. She winced slightly. As quickly as it appeared, it was gone.

The doctor pressed cotton on her severed skin and put a band aid to it. She looked so professional doing that stuff. For a brief moment, she wondered if Kyouya ever did something like this to his patients, too.

Haruhi gasped silently. Kyouya! Oh, damn... she mentally palmed her face. How will she explain this to him? What will be his reaction? Are they even ready for this?

"We're done, honey," said Dr. Sugiyama. "I'll send this to the lab right away but the results won't be here for another couple of hours. I'll just give you a call when it arrives. For the mean time, I want you to take the afternoon off. Go get some rest. Don't bury yourself in too much work. It isn't good for the baby, if you're really pregnant."

"I can't believe this. I really can't believe this." Haruhi muttered for a hundredth as she sipped her milk shake.

Renge sighed. "Haruhi, will you get a grip? It's not like you at all."

"I'm waiting for a call from my doctor that could change my life forever, how do you expect me to get a grip?" Haruhi said incredulously.

"Just calm down, okay? Stop muttering like an asylum patient, it's creeping up on me." Renge pushed a donut to her brunette friend which Haruhi took and nibbled it silently.

They were at the Starbucks across from the office. Renge decided to drag her there to cool off as they waited for the hCG test results. Haruhi kept on fidgeting and mumbling nervously.

"But seriously, what do you think the result is? What's your instinct saying?" Renge urged.

Haruhi bit her lip. "I don't know," she replied. "I mean, how am I supposed to know the feeling of being pregnant? I feel normal. But at the same time, seeing how we're waiting here for the results, I feel... weird."

There was a small fuzzy feeling in her chest. Was it anticipation? Somehow, the possibility of her having a child-Kyouya's child-made her giddy with mixed emotions: Excitement, anxiousness and a hell lot of nervousness.

"It'll be fine," Renge assured her. "If it's positive, then congratulations! You're adding another beautiful creation to the world's population. You're married and it's perfectly normal to have kids. If it's not, then congratulations, too! You're saving yourself from diapers and sleepless nights," she said. "What I'm trying to say is, whatever the result may be, you're going to be fine."

Roasting coffee fragrance and quiet chitchats lingered in the air as silence fell upon them.

"Renge..." Haruhi spoke softly. "What if-what if I really am pregnant?"

"Well, you have to promise me I'll be the godmother," Renge beamed.

Haruhi smiled weakly. Baby. Godmother. Parents. The words seemed to be more meaningful to her now.

"It's kind of hard to process, you know. The idea of having a baby is not unwelcome. Kyouya and I talked about this many times but it's just like that; a casual talk. Not a plan or anything. I'm not sure how he'll take the news-assuming I'm pregnant," she exhaled. "It's quite a lot to take in."

"Oh, I'd like to see his face when you tell him. Ha! That would be epic!" Renge hollered with a slap on the table.

Haruhi laughed half-heartedly. "I bet he'll flip," she agreed.

Just as then, the BlackBerry on the table buzzed. Dr. Sugiyama was calling.

Anticipation and panic is a dangerous combination. Haruhi should've known.

The moment she walked back in the clinic, she wanted to run away as much as she wanted to hear the result. She felt two forces pulling her arms to the opposite directions.

Dr. Sugiyama was sitting on her rightful place behind the white table. She invited the two women to sit. She had the most mysterious smile in her eyes that made Haruhi want to scream.

Without further ado, the doctor handed her a brown envelope and smile at her encouragingly to open it. Renge nudged her knee when she shot her a look of terror.

With cold hands, Haruhi opened the envelope and stared at the content of the bond paper.

The only word her brain could process was the bold, uppercased letters written in the conclusion of the report: POSITIVE.

Haruhi was sitting on the couch in her office, staring at the brown envelope on the table like she was expecting it to jump to life and call her "Mommy."

It was already 7:30 in the evening; the law firm had closed hours ago. Renge's boyfriend came to pick her up and after some brief introductions and thank you's, the couple left her alone with tangled thoughts.

She really was pregnant. She was going to be a mother. They were going to be parents. She still couldn't wrap her head around the fact. It was so unexpected. Shocking, even. But she felt incredibly happy. The small fuzzy feeling in her chest grew bigger and warmer.

Haruhi pulled out her phone and swiped through the pictures in the gallery. Dr. Sugiyama sent her soft copies of the baby's first ultrasound images. The photos didn't make any sense; just a blotch of black and gray. But she was looking at it in awe. Who could've believed the small black dot on the photo is alive inside her? She smiled and put a hand on her flat stomach unconsciously.

"Hey," a voice said out of nowhere.

"Gah!" Haruhi jolted in her sit. She was so startled the phone slipped from her hand and tumbled on the wooden floor. The back case and the battery flew off. She looked at the door and saw Kyouya. He had come to pick her up.

"God, Kyouya..." she huffed, a hand clenching her pounding chest. She breathed hard. "Don't you ever do that to me again."

"Sorry, I didn't mean to startle you," he smiled apologetically. He took the shattered pieces of the phone, fixed it and handed it back to her. "Here, it's still working."

"Thanks," she mumbled and put it back in her pocket.

Kyouya sat beside her and kissed her, like he always does after a long hard day of work. "Did something happen? You look a little pale," he noticed as he brushed his thumb on her cheek.

Nobody called him when I fainted. Good, Haruhi thought in relief. She couldn't look him in the eye so she rested her head on his shoulder to hide her face.

"Nothing much," she answered softly. She was lying. And she felt bad about it. But she just couldn't bring herself to say it to him. Not yet.

"Do you want to eat somewhere? Or do you want to go home?" he asked.

"Home, please," she whispered hoarsely.

"Are you sick?" He pulled back and cupped her face. The funny crease between his eyebrows whenever he's worried was present again. He started feeling her temperature on her forehead and neck.

"No, no," she shook her head. "I'm just tired."

"Are you sure?"

Oh, for heaven's sake, Kyouya! I know you're a goddamn doctor but can you stop looking at me like that? Haruhi whimpered. "Let's just go home, please?"

"Okay, okay," he sighed. He reached for her bag on the table. As he pulled it, the brown envelope fell on the floor. With a sudden rush of adrenaline, Haruhi snatched it faster than a magician could.

"What's that?" Kyouya asked, weaving his fingers through hers.

"Nothing!" she answered too quickly. "I mean it's just another case I need to study," she blubbered. She's an excellent lawyer but when it comes to Kyouya, she sucks at lying.

Her husband looked at her skeptically. Her hands were turning cold and she refused to look at him. He knew something was up and she wasn't telling him. He wanted to pry it out of her but anxious look on her face made him bit back his tongue.

They walked out of the darkened office to the elevator. They zipped down smoothly since no one else was in the building to interrupt the ride. It stopped at the basement where the car park is.

The black Audi chirped as Kyouya turned off the alarms. He held the door open for her, tossed her bag on the backseat and let himself in the driver's side.

The ride home was unusually quiet. Haruhi always fires up a conversation with him about all the things she'd done that day. She would talked about stupid this and stupid that. It was a routine. But apparently, his wife wasn't in the mood to blubber.

Kyouya kept glancing to her while he drove. She looked out the window, chewing her lip like she was thinking really hard and gripping the brown envelope so tightly her knuckles went white.

When they arrived in their mansion (a wedding gift from over-the-top bastard, Ootori Yoshio), Haruhi quickly hid the envelope in her study, along with all the important documents she needed. She then joined Kyouya in their bedroom.

This morning, she left this room worrying about the hickeys on her neck. Now she came back worrying about how to tell her husband that she's pregnant without giving him a heart attack.

She saw Kyouya talking over the phone, looking out the window and sounding all cold and business-like. She quietly went in the closet, changed into decent-looking, comfy shorts and grabbed a random shirt. Since she didn't bother to turn on the lights, she guessed the shirt was Kyouya's; it was too big for her. But she didn't care.

When she re-entered the bedroom, Kyouya was sitting on couch with eyes closed; his glasses on the table. She curled up beside him and instantly, she felt his arm slithered around her.

He opened his eyes and stared. "You're wearing my shirt again."

She shrugged nonchalantly.

Kyouya chuckled and kissed her hair. "How was your day?" he casually asked. But for some reason, he felt her stiffen.

"Um," Haruhi fumbled her thoughts to think of something to say. "It was great," she said lamely.

"You are such a terrible liar, you know that?" Kyouya said, narrowing his eyes.

She didn't say anything. She exhaled and snuggled closer to him.

"Tell me what's wrong," he urged softly.

"Nothing's wrong, really."

"Is my father pressuring you again?"

"No, no. It's not that. Your father has got nothing to do with this," she quickly said. "It's got nothing to do with work."

"Then what is it?"

Haruhi bit her lip as her heart thumped. She couldn't say anything yet. She was still overwhelmed by the news. She needed to calm herself first before she could tell him.

"Talk to me, Haruhi, please," Kyouya said; getting more and more frustrated by the minute. And he never pleads unless he was dying to know.

"Everything's fine, Kyouya. Don't worry, okay? We'll talk about this later, I promise," she said seriously as she looked into his eyes. Then she smiled and climbed off the couch. "For the mean time, I'm hungry. I wonder what they cooked."

Kyouya sighed in defeat and stood as well. There's no way to get her talking once she decided to keep her mouth shut. He'd learned that after two years of marriage.

The couple went to the dining room. But as soon as the smell of food reached Haruhi's nose, she almost gagged. It smelled so awful it made her want to vomit.

She held her breath and tried to talk normally. "On a second thought, I'm not so hungry anymore. I'll be in the bedroom!" Then she ran upstairs like there's no tomorrow.

"Hey!" Kyouya called and followed her, confused by her sudden actions.

He found her lying on the bed with eyes tightly closed. Her eyebrows furrowed in a grimace. He sat on the bed and brushed her hair off her face.

"Haruhi..." he said gently. "Come on, tell me what's wrong with you. You're starting to scare me."

He's a freaking doctor who has seen a lot of worst case scenario in the hospital and doesn't even cringe. But one pained wince from his wife and he panicked.

"I feel sick," she mumbled.

"What?" He put a hand on her forehead worriedly. "You're not running a fever..."

"I'm dizzy. Can you turn off the lights?"

Kyouya reached over the table for the light remote to turn it off and lowered the lamps to dim. "I'll get some medicines for you." He stood but Haruhi caught his hand.

"No, I hate medicines. Just stay with me," she whispered. Haruhi doesn't really hate medicines, she was just worried that it might harm her baby.

"But Haruhi-"

"Please?"

"You need it."

"I'll take some sleep and it'll go away. Trust me. Just stay with me, please?"

Kyouya ran his fingers through his hair and sighed exasperatedly. Having a lawyer as a wife has some disadvantages, especially once she use her face and voice as weapons.

He lay beside her. Haruhi tucked herself in his arms. It was a very astonishing day, she didn't realize how tired she was until her husband patted her back in a soothing way. She dozed off almost instantly.

Kyouya was left wide awake and watching her sleep, wondering what the hell's going on.

Haruhi woke up the next morning, alone in the bed. She frowned; where's Kyouya? Then she heard the shower in the bathroom. She sat up and her eyes widened at the clock. For the first time in history, she was two hours late for work and for the second time since they were in Boston, Kyouya woke up earlier than her.

But that didn't matter; she got an important mission to execute today.

An idea played in her mind as she looked cautiously at the door like she was expecting it to explode. She staggered out of bed and grabbed her phone. If she didn't have the guts to say it to his face, she's going to show it.

She browsed through the pictures and found the ultrasound images. She mailed it to Kyouya and when his phone buzzed on the night table, her heart felt like bursting.

The shower stopped in the bathroom. Kyouya's going out any second now. Haruhi felt a tingling excitement down her spine as she frantically looked around, finding somewhere to hide. Finally, she ran to the closet.

Kyouya stepped out, feeling refreshed from the cold shower. He had a towel on his head as he dried his hair and only a black pair of sweatpants on. Beads of water droplets still clung on his chest and shoulders. He looked so much like the Shadow King in the beach house from so long ago.

He noticed the crumpled bed and frowned. Maybe she's downstairs, he shrugged.

Out of habit, he took his phone and check for messages. There was one lone email.

From Haruhi.

His frown deepened as curiosity spiked up. He opened it. The screen showed an image of black and gray abstract. There were no captions or anything.

He held the phone close to his face. Even though he was wearing his eyeglasses, he still has to squint to make some sense to the picture. The abstract looked familiar. He was sure he'd seen a couple of those in the hospital.

Then he widened his eyes. A sinking feeling suddenly pulled at his heart as realization slapped him hard.

Now it made sense. He was staring at an ultrasound image and he perfectly knows which is which.

And that small, black dot in the middle was as easy to recognize as he could tell the sky is blue.

And the picture came from his wife.

And it could only mean one thing.

Kyouya blinked, an emotion he didn't know how to describe bubbled inside him. A huge grin threatening to spread across his face. Everything came to pieces now: Haruhi's quietness last night and the sudden dizziness...

A shuffling noise from the closet made him turned his head. He caught the peeking eyes of Haruhi from the inside and heard her small gasp as she hid back again when their eyes met.

Kyouya chuckled and walked over to the closet. He opened the door and smirked. He found Haruhi standing in front of him, biting her lip and sweating.

"Why are you hiding here?" he asked amusedly.

"I'm not hiding," she tried to deny. She was blushing and looking everywhere but him.

"Haruhi..." he spoke, waving the phone to her. "This isn't just a payback for the hickeys, is it?" he asked nice and slow.

Haruhi shook her head. She looked at him, bracing for his reaction. But when Kyouya broke into a very unKyouya-like wide grin, she felt like sagging in relief.

It wasn't bad. Not bad at all. Like what her hyperactive brain expected.

Kyouya's eyes lightened up like she'd never seen before. Not even on the day she said 'yes' when he proposed to her. It was like seeing him on a whole new different level.

He took a step forward and engulfed her in a choking bear hug. He was laughing and he wasn't even drunk.

"Can't... breathe, Kyouya!" she gasped.

He stopped squeezing her and stared into her face, ignoring her short breathing. Apparently, he was too excited.

"Is this for real?" he asked.

She nodded, keeping a straight face. But her lips involuntarily tugged at the sight of her husband's delighted face.

"Are you really?"

She nodded again.

"That's... amazing," he said in awe.

"Totally," she agreed. She cupped his cheeks and smiled radiantly. "We're going to be parents," she whispered.

Kyouya nodded; the smile he was flashing must've hurt his cheeks. "When did you know?"

"Yesterday. Um, right after you call."

"How?"

"I sort of collapsed into Renge. She and her boyfriend-new boyfriend, I might add-brought me to the clinic. I'm surprised no one called you. But I'm glad they didn't," she chuckled. But Kyouya frowned disapprovingly. "Dr. Sugiyama ran an hCG test on me."

"Why didn't you tell me sooner?"

"Because I was so nervous to tell you."

"Why would you be nervous?" he asked softly as he tamed her morning hair.

Haruhi thought for a second. Yeah, why was she nervous? "I-I don't know. Maybe I was afraid of what your reaction would be."

"Why?"

"Oh God, will you stop asking already? It doesn't matter now. I'm pregnant and there, I've said! Do I have to explain more?" Haruhi snapped.

Kyouya stared at her. "Mood swings already?" he chuckled.

"What?"

"Nothing," he pulled her close and kissed her forehead, "You're going to be a great mom."

Haruhi hugged him and said, "And you're going to be the greatest dad ever."

He smiled gratefully and kissed her with all the burning passion he could gather from every particle of his being.

After that, they pretty much spent the whole day in their bed, talking about the small black dot from the image like he's (or she's) already walking on the planet.

Which brought Kyouya into writing a one-mile long list of do's and don'ts for his wife, leaving Haruhi to wonder if it was really such a good idea that she told him she's pregnant.

"You shouldn't stress yourself so working isn't good for you. You should stay here at home."

"But I can't just leave-"

"You must never skip meals and eat a lot of fruits."

"I know but about the work, I can't-"

"Staying up late is bad for your health so no more case study at night."

"What? But that's-"

"I'll schedule a check-up on you tomorrow in our hospital."

Haruhi realized there was no winning against him. She sighed dejectedly and muttered, "Whatever you say, Your Highness."

She could only shook her head in amusement. I probably shouldn't have said anything.

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04/13/13 1:56

OWARI

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SORA'S RAMBLING CORNER:

*sigh* You'll never really know when will your wild imagination strike. One quiet afternoon, there I was, sitting in front of our window overlooking the river, craving for some fluffy-cuddly-snuggly KyoHaru fic... when an idea dropped on my head like a bird's poop.

I didn't expect this but hey, shit happens. So there you go, a two-part epilogue for Spring Petals! I broke it into two because it'll be too long to put in one chapter and because I wanted some cliff-hanger, mwuahahaha! But I'm sure you already knew what happened.

Thank you for sticking with me till here. I hope I'll see you again in my next story, bye bye!

natsu_no_sora xxx

PS: I've read a review saying that I should've posted this as a new story because it's confusing to tag this to the old story and it seems that I'm cheating on reviews or something... which is so untrue.

Though it means so much to me, it's not like I'm begging my readers to review every time I update. Please go back to my previous notes, did I ever ask for reviews? I'm too imperfect to demand such wonderful reviews from them. I just wanted my readers to continue to support my story and it does not necessarily be a review. The views and visitors in my story stat are enough for me to know that someone out there reads my crappy story.

I'm not just after the reviews, I'm after the exhilarating feeling of self-satisfaction whenever I fulfill what I want the most: To write. I'm sorry but my stories aren't just for the sake of my readers, it's mostly for the sake of my sanity, hehe!

Besides, this isn't a new story. Just like what it says in the title: EPILOGUE. Yes, this can be a stand-alone story but there are some mentions here that came from the previous chapters.

Thank you... especially sa mga Filipinong nagbasa. Maraming salamat! :)