Stars were not as amusing as they once were, Haechan indulged himself in more work, he came home late and he was happy that the classical dramas were starting and it was time for him begin composing the music for the play. Of course he still waited, hasn't he always? He would find tiny memories of the older in every corner, in ever move. Music itself was as if Mark was singing to him.

"Markie it's midnight." Haechan woke up one night as Mark clawed his bare waist.

"Listen to me." Mark cupped his chubby cheeks and kissed him passionately as he began.

"To me, these two words feel like the vast sky

Darkness, but not hollow

Black but not bitter

Far but close enough to wonder

Is it reachable?

Can feelings get so real, that they become tangible?

A spacious bed for me and my thoughts to

sleep in

Head above my pillow and a question above my head

Insomnia feel like drought because all I do is

look up, thinking

Will it ever, ever come?

Will it ever, ever come?

The nights know me well

I was a frequent by-passer but now I am no

stranger

A boy who grew up living with sharks does

not need to be taught how to swim

It is more likely for swimming to come to him

naturally

I wasn’t told to write, but these nights made

it come to me naturally

Bare with me." Mark shyly whispered making Haechan giggle and straddle him.

"Aren't you one big ass poet dear husband? It's beautiful baby lion." Haechan smooched the olders lips softly.

"You like it? Will you compose the song for me then?" Mark pushed him on the bed and hovered him with that hot smile.

"Sure!! I'll start on it tomorrow." Promised the younger.

Haechan did, he did it the very next day but they were too busy that he eventually forgot. That music still sat at a corner on his laptop, he never opened it for he knew he'd ugly cry. Caroline knew her husband might have died along those past years but she still waited for him, hoping he might actually be alive. But for Haechan he felt like Mark suddenly didn't want to come find him. Or was he going to end up waiting like Caroline not knowing his husband was dead or not. Non of the information made him reach a step closer to his husband, instead he was getting afraid as days passed.

"Mom you are sick." Michael kissed Haechans forehead, his mother sat with a boxer on the window, hugging his towel, forgotten to dress. "Come I'll  help you dress." The son whispered as he helped him wear his sweatpants, and Hoodie. His body was once so gorgeous Michael used to be jealous and even tease Nana that he was gifted enough to be born gorgeous like his mother. But now it looked.......tired.

"I'm sorry I'm making you do things you shouldn't." Haechan sat on the bed with a pout.

"Mom you are my responsibility just like how I was once yours, helping my mother to dress himself isn't a Biggie mom. I love dressing you up remember? I did your make up and you came to school with a gorgeous red gown?" Michael chuckled making Haechan blush and giggle at the silly things his son made him do.

"You idiot." The red head pouted fiddling with his stubby fingers.

"Can I sleep with you tonight?" Michael looked up at his mother who nodded and he joined his mother.

Michael ran his fingers through the red hair, the soft lucious locks, as Haechan drifted off to sleep as a tear unconciously slipped down his chubby cheeks. It broke Michael's heart to know that his mother was so broken without being broken. Nana saw them together and smiled.

"Has he fallen asleep?" He tip toed to cover his mother in law, wiping his tears away.

"Yeah......He probably thinks about Dad even when he's asleep. If Dad's alive and not coming on purpose to find Mom I'll kill him myself." Michael hissed at Nana.

"Hush don't say that! Daddy loves Mommy as much and more but I don't think anyone could love Mark Lee as much as Donghyuck can. I'm going to keep writing and find out, that the next valentine's won't go with Mommy waiting at the airport." Nana frowned, no one will hurt her mama Pudu.

"I'm sorry." Michael sighed. Nana left and the son kept his baby mother company, though in the morning he had to leave he felt much better sleeping beside the man who him life, love and the passion to love another.

Haechans sunflowers were dead, he didn't bother to go see why, instead he sat staring at it. Coco licked his cheeks and Miley did the same making Nana deadpan at his silly daughter.

"Grandma no cry. Grandpa come soon. Milly know. Then Daddy, Mommy, Grandma, Grandpa and Coco go sea!!" She squealed screaming around the house in her baby voice filling the corners.

"Mom you have a letter." Nana said once she collected the mail.

"Keep it aside Honey." Haechan pointed at a blue box.

"Maybe it's important? Aren't you gonna open it?" The pregnant boy asked softly.

"Not necessary. It's probably his pension money. They send it when they are unable to bank it. You've got bigger darling." Haechan smiled at Nana.

"I'm almost seven months Mommy." The boy smiled sweetly.

That hit the red head hard, time sure files really fast, he had forgotten Marks birthday had passed, so had his, soon the year would and it would be Valentin again. Everything was passing so quickly that Haechan thought that someday he'd pass too. He smiled nodding at Nana who smiled again and waddled to the kitchen.

"Have you visited home dear?" Haechan stood up weak and exhausted.

"No. I've been really busy. I should." Stated the beauty.

"My life has got you so worked up. Why don't you stop looking for Mark and go spend some time with your family? Your baby is soon going to be born so yeah. I have been waiting for 26 years I can wait a little longer." Said the mother making Nana bite his lips and nod.