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“Bonne nuit, mon cherie,” Tamaki whispered, pressing a chaste kiss against his daughter’s temple. She wiggled in her bed as her baby brother, already tucked for bedtime and buried deep into dreamland, cooed to himself and grabbed towards empty air. The young girl sang her sweet nighttime wishes as her parents both closed the door behind them, a tiny light illuminating the dark crevices.
Tamaki let out his held breath once he and Haruhi were out of sight of the children. He chuckled to himself, lightly shaking his head. “For a moment there, I thought she would never settle down,” he said. The blond’s gaze shifted towards his wife as he blinked expectantly. “Mon amour, you look tense,” he commented. He reached towards her shoulders. “Here: let me just help and give you a little mas-”
He froze as his hands hovered in the air. “Why- why are you looking at me like that?” he asked. Closing his hands, his arms slowly returned to his side. “Haruhi, I promise! I have no ulterior motive! You just look stressed and I thought I would just help you to relax and-” Tamaki clamped his mouth shut, averting his gaze. “Okay, mon amour, I understand. But I promise you: I have an early morning at the club, and I would never try any tricks or jests.”
He leaned forward and ksised her cheek. “I love you. Let’s just go to bed~”