A/N- To tell you honestly, Kim Jaejoong is the reason I have been writing a lot more this past few weeks and even getting this out of hiatus. I know I’m a super junior fan (not entirely though – I’m sure those that read my blogs know where I stand when it comes to SJ since I always bare out my feelings over there) but nothing soothes my turbulent moods like Kim Jaejoong and his soulful voice. It doesn’t matter whether he is shouting and hitting the high notes or going all low and y or if he is just speaking and being dorky. There is just something about that voice that gets me to write and perhaps the ONLY voice that makes me feel better. It’s is definitely the voice I have been listening to while writing all the recent oneshots, “My Boyfriends Dog’ ‘The Fish Must Die’ and the chapters of ‘My Angel of Life’ and ‘How Kyuhyun Becomes Gay’ ‘Ugliest’ and even this one. He truly inspires me. I guess he should keep releasing albums so I don’t get all uninspired and find myself with a writer block the size of England. :) He is also the reason to my constant distraction…well that and Hyukjae getting all pretty nowadays. I’m not the only one thinking that right?

A/N2 – All grey fonts are flashbacks

Eunhyuk got out the bedroom, wanting to go into the kitchen to get some water. He waddled slowly towards his destination, passing through the living room as he did so. He stopped short when he spied Kyuhyun, asleep on the sofa, in his hands a photo frame.

Eunhyuk’s hands stiffened by his side and he took a deep breath, willing away his instinct to run and hide away. ‘It’s okay, it’s all okay,’ he whispered to his heart, thundering in his chest. He gulped in air, not wanting to have a panic attack, not when he had just come back from the hospital and definitely not when the doctor had told him that any slight pressure changes could sent him into premature labor or make him lose his baby altogether, something he did not wish to happen.

Eunhyuk’s eyes travelled down the haggard face, tiny wrinkles already forming on the previously flawless face, making him look older than he really was. His eyelashes were wet, telling tales of tears shed, eyes fluttering and forehead crunched in a light frown. The surrounding skin of the eyes sunken and shadowed, forming eye bags demonstrating how little the man had been sleeping. His breath came on short harried puffs as though being plagued by a nightmare. His hands clutched tightly at their photo, their most recent photo which isn’t saying much as it was months old. From the time they were in love. From the time they were happy.

Eunhyuk stared at the photo, his mind going back to the day that they had taken it.

Eunhyuk was folding the newly laundered clothes while Kyuhyun looked though the photos on their digital camera, stopping and then staring whenever Eunhyuk’s face came into view, admiring the beautiful man he had the fortune to call his. He was palming through the device when his thumb pressed on something else, this activating the timer selection on the camera. He blinked when a few seconds later a picture of his own feet appeared. He grinned when he realized what it was and turned to his wife.

“Baby, let’s take a picture,” he said as he stood up to go drag his beautiful wife towards him, knowing that he would refuse his suggestion, if he didn’t quite force him. Eunhyuk, as perfect as he was, believed that he wasn’t. It was one point that Kyuhyun never understood about his wife. How could he possibly think that he wasn’t handsome? Or beautiful. He was strangely sculptured, looking both handsome and pretty when he needed to.

“Kyuu~~ I don’t want to. We already have enough pictures…” he whined as he puffed out his cheeks, pouty lips pursed furiously.

Kyuhyun quickly set the camera on the table and dragged Eunhyuk a little away from it, hands sliding around the waist of the adorably pouting male, back hugging him. “Smile baby,” he whispered before leaning a little forward and placing a kiss on the puffed out cheek just in time to the flash of the camera going off.

Kyuhyun practically skipped over the camera to back play the photo taken, smiling blissfully when he saw the adorable sight. Turning to Eunhyuk, he grinned, a smile so bright and beautiful, “I’m framing this one, baby.”

Eunhyuk looked at the photo, both of them in