Tamaki was in the kitchen in front of the counter, his daughter Ojo at his side on a chair attempting to open the packet of flavoring for some noodles they were planning on having for dinner. Ojo was pulling away at the tab, until a little corner ripped off. "Uh, oh." She showed the silver packet to her father. "Broke it." He smirked, "Here, sweetie." He picked up a pair of scissors and slipped the blade across the pouch, "Dump it in." Ojo reached up to her dad, stretched out her hands and took the opened pouch, only to have it slide sideways and pour the contents into her hands and onto the floor. "Oh." She looked up at him with an exaggerated look of shock. "All gone!" Haruhi was in the bathroom. Pregnancy really made her go to the washroom, a lot. "Alright, Ojo, Daddy's gonna teach you how to teach you how to sweep." "Sweep?" "Yeah." Tamaki put his hands under the faucet and rubbed them together, "First we have to wash our hands though, you've got noodle dust all over them." He picked her up and dragged the chair to the sink and put her back down. As he was turning on the sink so rinse his daughter's palms, he barely heard the bathroom door slide open. Haruhi held her stomach and ambled down the hallway. His mind began to race, 'was she okay?' "Tamaki...?" She whimpered. He didn't even shut the water off, instead he ran to her side and held her while looking her over. "What is it, Haruhi? What's wrong?" Ojo peered at her mother, clearly worried, from the kitchen, "Mommy?" "Tamaki.." "Yes, my love?" "I'm bleeding." If his heart had not already, it did now. His first instict was to panic, but he tried to push it down. "Okay," A lump formed in his throat when he tried to speak. He held her hand, and led her to the living room. "Okay, let's sit down."
Tamaki had called Ranka, who was over in less than ten minutes. Not even red lights stopped this man from seeing his daughter when she was in pain. He didn't even knock when he came. He practically broke the door down and rushed to Haruhi. "Have you called an ambulance?" Haruhi, breathed in and out, trying to calm herself. "No, dad. Tamaki is driving me to an Ootari hospital. Kyoya's best doctors are less than 25 minutes away." "But, honey!" "It's okay, dad. I just need you to take care of Ojo while I'm there." Tamaki came into the living room with car keys in hand. "Ranka, you're here! I'm sorry, we've got noodles boiling, but Ojo hasn't had dinner." He nodded, "I can do that." Haruhi gripped her dad's hand as he helped her off the couch. "Thank you, dad." "Anything for my baby girl." She hugged him and took her husband's hand. "We'll be back soon, dad."
It wasn't long before Haruhi was admitted into a room, They had called about a half hour or so earlier, so the staff were ready. She was inspected, something that had Tamaki disliked. He didn't want anybody touching her, but these were Japan's brightest. Kyoya had hired them personally. There were regular things, like checking the baby on an ultrasound, and there were stanger parts, like urine samples.
Though, wanting to help Haruhi, she was in good hands, and he left the room to go to the cafeteria, and grabbed a bag of pretzels. Then he called Ranka, to update him. When he came back a specialist was there looking more grim that Tamaki would have liked. "Mrs. Suoh. We have enough information to conclude that you have severe preeclampsia." Tamaki, stood up straight. "What? How?" "Well, Haruhi's legs and arms are swollen." He looked down at her, and saw that he was right. "I'd never even noticed..." "Mr. Suoh, it's quite alright. Swollen extremities are common during pregnancy." Harhuhi, took his hand in hers. "You couldn't have known, hun." The doctor continued. "From the urine samples we found protein. A big indicator, and last of all, the pains." "The pains? Haru-" She rubbed small circles into his hand with her thumb. "I didn't tell you, I'm sorry. I just thought they were normal." He squeezed her hand. "Is preeclampsia bad?" The doctor wrung his hands. "It depends. Sometimes preeclampsia can be a mild inconvenience, other times it can be fatal, to the mother and baby." The word rang through his head. Fatal. For mother and baby. Before he could say anything, his wife cut in. "How to we make sure the baby is okay?" The doctor flipped around some notes he had on his clipboard. "Well, seeing as you are just over 35 weeks..." He knew what he was going to suggest. "No." Haruhi blinked at him. "What?" "That's too early, the baby isn't at full term yet!" He had read his fair share of pregnancy books. "Yes, Mr. Suoh, It's a risk, but with how quickly the preeclampsia had appeared, this option is much safer for both of them." His heart sunk. "Haruhi?" He could tell she was thinking. "How long can I go without endangering the baby?" The doctor sighed. "I have a team of midwives waiting for the okay." There was a long pause, the air was heavy. "Mrs. Suoh, the longer you wait, the more dangerous it gets. There is a risk, but saving your life is better then losing both." She grimaced and a tear rolled down her face. Tamaki could only sit in shock. His hand was being squeezed like hell, but he couldn't feel a thing.
