An Artist's Touch

A/N: Well, this is it. The final chapter. I hope it's not too much of a disappointment. I've never been very good with endings for stories. They just never seem complete or want to end. But, I appreciate all the reviews and hope you'll read any future Host Club stories that I write. Thank you.

Celticreeder

Epilogue

“Kyoya, stop twitching! You’ll mess it up,” Haruhi scolded.

Kyoya glared at her before sighing in resignation and straightening his back. Only for her would he subject himself to this torture. He glanced down to the side and couldn’t stop the small smile that graced his aristocratic features. Haruhi caught the smile, blushed and returned it almost shyly.

Soft giggles caught their attention and their smiles widened as they both looked down to the sofa in front of them. Three pairs of identical gray eyes looked back up at them from nearly three identical faces.

“I told you they would be beautiful,” Kyoya murmured in Haruhi’s ear so only she could hear.

“No, you said the future would be beautiful. I said the children would be.”

Kyoya smirked and rolled his eyes at her before glancing across the room. Seeing the other person was occupied, Kyoya leaned over and quickly caught Haruhi’s lips in a kiss. The giggles sounded again but when he turned a glare upon them, they stopped but continued to smile beautifully up at him.

“I can not get this right if you do not stand still, Mr. Ohtori!” the man across the room complained.

“He’ll behave, right Kyoya?” Haruhi demanded while her hand drifted down his back to cup his buttocks in a rather possessive grip. Kyoya froze and shot her a glance before giving a curt nod. He straightened again.

It wasn’t long, however, before his eyes drifted back to the woman standing next to him. His expression softened and the small smile returned. Haruhi was looking down at the gigglers with a warm loving expression and Kyoya felt his heart warm. He glanced down at the hand closest to him and grasped it. Haruhi shot him a look but he just smiled. He gently played with the gold ring upon her finger and could feel the nearly invisible weight of the matching one upon his other hand.

The painter glanced up and nearly cried out in glee. This was what he wanted to paint! This was perfect! Without further ado, he quickly set to work to capture the moment.

Kyoya Ohtori stood next to his wife of five years posing for the first time for a family portrait. His three children, triplets of five years, sat perfectly poised on the settee, not that settee (that settee had been regaled to the bedroom), in front of him. Maki, Usagi and Hatori, two girls and a boy all with their father’s eyes and black hair but with their mother’s smile and personality. Kyoya knew he couldn’t be happier. His gaze drifted and caught the portrait he’d painted his senior year of high school. His future. There brought to life in paint, sat five children: three girls and two boys, triplets of about seven, a girl of about three and a boy about two with a white crib nearly hidden in the background and upon the white dresser next to it, a tiny portrait of the woman he loves, the morning light reflecting off the glass. That last bit had been his way of getting back at his professor for not allowing him to paint Haruhi for his final piece. Aino-sensei had never even noticed. Tamaki, on the other hand, had and that had been when it was revealed that Kyoya and Haruhi were officially a couple.

Kyoya could still remember the shock he’d felt when Tamaki had taken the news very well. There had been no cries of incest or any crying at all for that matter. Tamaki had just smiled, clapped Kyoya on the back and said it was about time. The twins had sulked for a week but when they saw how happy Kyoya and Haruhi were, they’d graciously bowed out and had offered to design the wedding dress. Haruhi had blushed and said there wasn’t going to be one anytime soon, but nine months later, Kyoya and Haruhi were married just in time for her to go into labor with the triplets. Haruhi wore a dress designed by the Hitachii twins.

Haruhi had teased him by telling him that he’d never forget their anniversary since it was the same day as the triplets’ birthday. Kyoya had smiled and told her the same thing just before he’d kissed her sweaty face and held his son gently in his hands.

It hadn’t been easy that first year. After all, Haruhi still had to finish high school, Kyoya was starting college and they had three little babies to take care of. The rest of the Host Club, new and founding members all helped. When Kyoya and Haruhi needed to study for an exam, Mori or Huni would volunteer to watch the kids. Tamaki took them to the zoo or the park while Haruhi and Kyoya were in school. Tamaki was taking a year off before going to college so he had plenty of time on his hands, he’d said. Neither Haruhi nor Kyoya were going to pass his offer by. Yet, they managed to muddle through. Kyoya finished college with a major in business and a minor in accounting and Haruhi finished high school with perfect grades and got into Tokyo University to study Law with no problem. Now she was in her final year and would be going to Law School next fall while Kyoya took over a third of his father’s business and full ownership of his own.

Kyoya smiled and turned his gaze back to his wife and children. This was his family, he thought, this was his future. Leaning down, he caught Haruhi’s lips in another kiss.

“I love you, Haruhi,” he whispered.

“I love you, too Kyoya,” she replied as she took his hand and carefully placed it over her stomach. “Your future is about to expand, my love and prove your painting correct.”

Kyoya glanced down at her stomach in shock before a wide grin spread upon his face. Lifting his gray eyes still hidden behind his glasses, Kyoya captured Hahuhi’s lips with his in deep soulful kiss and pulled her flush against his body. The painter, the triplets and whole room disappeared as all his attention was focused solely on the woman in his arms.

“I got you in the end, my love. My future is now my present. The rest is just a bonus.”

The End