A/N: This is another of my more popular One-Shots. It actually made it that people wanted me to continue on it, my friend actually demanded me to. So I have a whole other story continuing this. This is fanfiction, I do not own the characters. Ouran High School Host Club belongs to Bisco Hatori.
She sat on the bathroom floor with her face against the toilet, sobbing. "What did I get myself into?" she thought, sneaking another peek at the pink plus on the at-home pregnancy test. She crawled back into her room, curled up, and cried herself to sleep. Her dreams were more like nightmares. They were full of childbirth and complications. She woke up the next morning, eyes heavy and red. She put on her uniform and walked into the kitchen where her father was sitting. "What's wrong baby?" he said to her with concern. She quietly walked back into the bathroom and grabbed the piece of plastic that started her hell. She walked back into the kitchen and threw it at her dad. He looked down and looked back at her, shock spread across his face. She walked out the door before he could say anything. She made it to Ouran right as the bell rang. Sitting down at her desk, she automatically laid her head down so no one could get the chance to talk to her. As the teacher started teaching, she couldn't stop herself from thinking back to about a month ago. He took her and threw her on the bed on that dark stormy night when the Hosts went to the beach. When she looked up into his dark, smoldering eyes, she felt more passion then she ever felt before. In one swift movement, he ripped off her light dress. He tore off his pants and his boxers. Then he position himself right in front of her and -
"Fujioka-chan?" the sensei said, breaking her daydream.
"Um, yes sensei?"
"Will you please pay attention?"
"Oh sorry sensei,"
Class was the last thing on her mind. She went through the rest of the day in a fog, until it was time for Host Club. She walked into the Third Music Room just like any other day, but today her mind is cluttered. She took a quick look around the room, eyes pausing on her now baby's daddy. He showed no emotion toward the beautiful cross-dressing girl. Of course, the blonde hair, violet eyed Host Club king had to through off her train of thought. He grabbed her up in a bear hug and turned her around. "TAMAKI, PUT ME DDOOOOWWWNNNN!" He blushed and put her down. She walked away from him and stood next to the Shadow King. She looked up at him, "I have something to tell you,"
"Can't this wait, we have guest coming in," he said emotionless, pushing up his glasses.
"No," she said sternly. She grabbed his arm and pulled him behind a curtain into a room with a grand piano in the middle. She sat down on the piano seat and looked up at him again. He stared blankly at her, arms crossed, waiting on her to speak. "Kyouya, I think I'm pregnant," With that, his face changed dramatically.
"How sure are you?"
"I missed my period and I took a pregnancy test last night that I bought from the store,"
He pushed up his glasses again, "who all knows?" Typical Kyouya.
"Just me, you, and my dad," He grabbed her and pulled her back into the main part of the Music Room. He pulled her into the middle of the room.
"Can I have everyone's attention please?" he said in his deep voice. His eyes had that smoldering look that they had on that night. The first night he ever said that he loved her. The night she first told him she loved him. Their first kiss. The night he proved to her that he loved her.
"What's up Kyouya?" Tamaki asked.
"Yeah, what's wrong Kyo-chan?" asked Hunny-Senpai.
"Absolutely nothing is wrong Hunny, quite the opposite actually," he corrected.
"Well then what?"
"I wanted to set this in stone, so I decided to do this in public in front of everyone," he turned toward her and got down on one knee. "I love you and I am going to support to through this all the way. Will you be my bride, Haruhi?"
