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You were born to an average family with average income and therefore average schooling. You had dreamt as a little girl of marrying a prince but had learned as you grew that it was just a Disney fantasy.
At twenty one you decided it was time to culture yourself and took a gap year off to work your way around the world. A year turned into a few years and you found yourself quite besotted with the world. Currently, you were in a small village in Indonesia where you had just finished teaching English at a village school for a few months.
You had just come to the end of your contracted period and were spending a couple of days just saying your goodbyes when one of your students and their mother came to the door to your small home and asked for your help.
They led you out onto the main street to where a group of villagers were stood with a tall, blonde man who didn’t appear to be a local. Darma, the boy who had come to get you, told you that he man was a foreigner whose moped had broken down and one of the villagers had found him and brought him to the village in their truck out of goodwill even though they couldn’t understand each other.
You found the villagers surrounding a tall, blonde man. The moment he saw you, an obvious fellow foreigner, his eyes lit up and he started walking towards you.
“Ah, please tell me you speak English?” clearly English wasn’t his first language but he spoke it competently. You nodded, “thank goodness. Can you arrange for a car to take me back to the airport?”
“It’s not that easy out here. It would take a few days to organise,” the man’s face dropped at your words, “but lucky for you, I’m being picked up in two days so you can travel back with me if you want to?”
“Yes! Thank you so much!” the breath was knocked out of you as the male wrapped you in his arms and hugged you over enthusiastically.
Once the man eventually released you, you carefully explained to your foster family the situation and they agreed to put him up with you.
Your foster family’s home was small and so you found yourself having to share a room with the young male that you had just ‘saved’. You set up a makeshift bed for him opposite yours whilst he showered and then sat on your own bed reading a book to kill some time.
After dinner, you spent the evening learning about your new travelling companion. His name was Tamaki and he was part Japanese, part French. He had a weird understanding (or lack thereof) of the world and that one of his high school friends had influenced him to travel the world and learn more about it. But he had learnt for himself that he wasn’t very worldly and he was struggling to find his way travelling on his own. In fact, he was considering returning home.
You told him that he shouldn’t give up just yet and went as far as to offer him some companionship until he felt more at ease travelling now that your teaching contract had expired. He immediately jumped at the idea and insisted that you would not regret the decision.
~*~
When Tamaki had told you that he wasn’t very worldly you had taken it with a pin of salt. You knew plenty of people who wouldn’t consider themselves to be ‘wordly’ but Tamaki was a whole ‘nother level. He seemed to know literally nothing of the common world. In a hostel in Thailand you learnt that he didn’t know how to do his own washing, in Cambodia you learnt that he had never tasted ‘cheap’ (his words) street food and in Sri Lanka you learnt that he didn’t know how to book his own accommodation, a lesson that you learnt to your detriment when the two of you turned up at the accommodation that he had supposedly booked only to find that it was full.
But it wasn’t until you were in Hong Kong that you learnt that he wasn’t from the same world at you. He had insisted on booking your accommodation in Hong Kong, (or rather he make a call to someone he knew who then made the booking for him) since he said that he was quite familiar with the place.
So you found yourself standing in awed in the entrance hall of the Landmark Suite of the prestigious Mandarin Oriental Hotel. A hotel that you doubted that you’d ever had been able to afford a room in, let alone this huge suite. Tamaki was bouncing around the room telling you where everything was whilst you stood bewildered in the hall.
“Stop standing there, (y/n), come and see the bedroom,” Tamaki’s request snapped you out of your daze as he grabbed your hand and dragged you through to the humongous bedroom.
“Um… Tamaki… there’s only one bed…” you stuttered as your eyes landed on the king sized bed set in the centre of the room.
“Well we shared dorm rooms in Lao and had to share beds in Sri Lanka when they messed up our booking so I didn’t think it’d be a problem… I can ask them to bring another bed up if you’d prefer,” he looked somewhat defeated and sat at his own conclusion.
“Eh, uh, no. You’re right and it’s a huge bed so I’m sure it’ll be fine,” you relented as the blonde grabbed you and spun you around for good measure, his good mood back.
“I’ll order us some dinner and then take you to the best places that Hong Kong has to offer as a thank you for helping me out.”
“Uh… sure…”
You had never feasted like it, the food from the hotel’s world renowned chef’s was like nothing that you had ever tasted before. The champagne that Tamaki insisted on ordering, Krug Clos d’Ambonnay, cost more than any monthly salary that you had ever earned! You had tried to stop Tamaki from ordering a second bottle but he had insisted and you were fairly sure that was probably the point at which you overstepped your drinking limit.
You at least knew not to drink any more once you and Tamaki hit the town but the damage was already done. You were too drunk to know who came on to who but it was whilst you were out dancing together, that you could remember.
You woke the next morning snuggled tightly against the blonde’s chest, his arm tightly wrapped around you. You made to move away from him however he held your fast and you felt something tickle your forehead. You looked up and found Tamaki gazing down at you, a loving look on his face that you had never expected to find. It only took you a second to realise that it had been his lips against your forehead.
“You’re so beautiful,” he told you sincerely, “can we do this more often?”
“Can we cut out the alcohol but keep everything else the same?” you asked with a small smile, your hangover kicking in.
“Anything for you,” Tamaki grinned, leaning down for a kiss.
~*~Six Months Later~*~
You best friend giggled whilst you paced around the bathroom. A month or so ago, Tamaki had finished his traveling adventure and you had both returned to your respective homes. The two of you had talked and decided that you wanted to make your lives together work so Tamaki had gone to tell his parents that you, a commoner, would be moving to Japan to be with him whilst you went home to apply for a visa and ensure that you met all requirements.
Tamaki, in his own words, couldn’t stand to be away from you for so long and so was due to arrive at your home that afternoon. However, you had suddenly realised that you were late, in fact you had probably missed a period if you had your timings right. At first you put it down to returning from travelling but your best friend had suggested a pregnancy test to rule out that possibility.
“It’s done,” your best friend said. You could hear the shake in her voice and so looked at her to tell you the result, “positive.”
“Crap…” you groaned, not the news you were hoping for.
“What are you gonna do?” you friend asked, patting your back sympathetically.
“I guess I’ll tell him when he arrives and we can work out what to do from there,” you gulped, hoping that Tamaki wouldn’t freak out at the news.
~*~
You knew Tamaki was prone to being a bit of a drama queen and had a tendency towards overreacting but you still felt that his current reaction to your revelation was over the top even for him.
The two of you had gone out to dinner and he had been surprised when you had turned down wine and opted for a soft drink instead. He had fairly easily pried out of you the reason for your decision and now, instead of a pleasant after dinner walk, you were being carried like a princess back towards your home.
“Tamaki, I’m pregnant, not broken,” you whined as he carried you.
“I know,” he agreed, “but we haven’t looked after you carefully enough until now so we need to make sure you and our child have as smooth a pregnancy as possible, okay?”
“So… you’re okay with this? You want to keep the baby?” you asked tentatively.
“Of course. The woman I love is carrying my child. I don’t think there’s anything I could want more in the world,” he told you with a huge, genuine grin.
You grinned back and leant up to kiss him. You had a feeling that things may not be easy due to your class differences, but you were pleased that Tamaki seemed totally on board with the idea of having a family with you and, quite frankly, that was all you needed to know.