"Why do you stare at the skies at night Mommy?" Nana sat next to the beauty who stared up at the stays.

"Because the stars are constant, they'll always be there even if you can't see them. You know they are there." Haechan cuddled in his blanket, he giggled softly.

"How are you feeling now?" Nana squeezed Haechans stubby arms as he kissed the olders cheeks softly.

"How am I supposed to feel? I don't know, my heart hurts, I'm afraid if he'll be dead and...........I'm selfish right? Am I not? Nana I love him so much its....." Haechan hiccuped as the pregnant male got a call.

"Mommy I'll be right back okay?" Nana smiled as she waddled inside.

"Hello?" Nana mumbled into the phone call.

"Am I speaking to the writer at the NCT Dream Magazine? Who writes that story about Mark Lee's wife?" The voice sounded so worried and upset that Nana felt his eyes tear up.

"Yes Sir. An you are?" Nana sat on the bed.

"T-Taeyong. Lee Taeyong. Marks brother." Taeyong whispered as Nana ran to Haechan and gave him the phone. He looked confused but he took the phone and placed it on his doll like ears.

"Hi Baby Pudu." Taeyong smiled on the other line, Haechan instantly burst out crying. He smiled and his fingers trembled.

"Hyung!!! Hyung!!! My hyung!!" Haechan stood up crying.

"I'll come to see you soon. Stay healthy  for hyung." Taeyong whispered and the line went dead.

"You like him." Taeyong teased the young boy.

"No." Fat little Haechan huffed waddling away as he did behind the curtains with tiny pink shorts and a cropped t shirt.

"Fine. You love him. Come on its okay to fall in love when you are 12." Taeyong winked at the blushing baby boy wiggling with a pout.

"No!!!! Hyung is a big meanie." Haechan ran off but tripped on the carpet and fell on Mark who had upstairs, they rolled downstairs together.

"Cuties!!!" Taeyong squealed like a giddy butt.

"Careful Baby Pudu." Mark sat up and tucked the soft red hair behind the doll like ear as he held the thick golden thigh.

"Markie made me fall." Haechan stuck his tongue out and ran off giggling shyly.

Haechan sang at church one day, so beautiful that everyone had tears edging at their eyes. The red head had begun to love the church for Mark, his father was a pastor and he would often let them play around when they were younger. He was dead though but Haechan always visited the church. Praying that one day his husband would come home.

"Grandma? Milly want a puppy!" Miley hugged her grandmother's neck tightly.

"What kind of puppy to you want?" Haechan giggled.

"A golen revever." Miley pouted and hugged her Teddy Bear tightly.

"Wanna buy one now?" Haechan giggled and the girl screamed with joy.

Miley chose the most adorable golden retriever puppy she could find. Haechan paid for it, after all collect millions of money without spending it was pointless. Miley waddled home with her puppy in her baby arms, Nana bounced like a kid and Michael hugged his mother.

"Grandma what we name her?" Miley kissed the puppy's head.

"Anything you want darling." Haechan ruffled her hair.

"Hmm.......Me gonna name her Coco!!" She squealed running about behind the puppy.

"This umm Taeyong will make it by this Sunday he said." Nana smiled at his mother in law. Haechan nodded softly.

And so a gorgeous anime like man in his mid forties walked through the gates, he still looked the same, with vibrant black hair and that adorable eyes. Taeyong wrapped Haechan tightly in a bone crushing hug as they sat in the cozy living room. Nana and Michael were at the hospital for a check up and Miley and Coco were asleep in the garden.

"H-How are you hyung? How's Jaehyun hyung and Sungchan?" Haechan smiled nervously as he made tea for both of them.

"I'm alright so are they. Sungchan and Shotaro, Yuta's son are married. I'm sorry I never invited you guys it's just everything happen in a hurry so yeah. He got him pregnant haha." Taeyong chuckled making Haechan giggle cutely.

"Young ones these days. Always in a hurry. Haha." Haechan gave the older a mug of coffee.

"Yeah. Before I forget, these things were sent to us by the Canadian army, it belongs to Mark. I thought I should never give these to you because I was afraid that you might break down so I thought it was better off with me but after reading Nana's story I decided maybe I should have given it to a long time back. Here." Taeyong gave Haechan a small box of things. The beauty took it with trembling fingers.

"I-It's okay Hyung. I guess." Haechan opened the box, it had Marks badges, his letters that he had rough sketched Haechan on. A battered picture of the red head and his wedding picture.

What made Haechan drop the box and cry was when he saw the olders wedding ring. It was blood stained, scratched and dented, Taeyong hugged him tightly, drawing comforting circles on his back.

"They did say he died, neither did they say he was dead. I don't know if he's around somewhere but I wish he was. Don't loose hope, he always keeps his promises, he'll come back. Somehow." Taeyong wiped Haechans tears.

"I wish that I'll still be alive when he does decide to come see his Hyuckie. Surviving two heart attacks is like a gift of life, I know he always come back, but I'm afraid that I'll be gone when he does. Hyung, Markie will come back to me. Wouldn't he?" Haechan squeezed his husband's wedding ring in his stubby arm.

"Oh dear. What has God done to both of you?" Taeyong hugged the crying boy tightly as he comforted him, but was that comfort enough? Was Mark really alive? What if he was dead a long time ago, years back then?