Here is chapter one. Now, just make note that Eric and Hyesung are in Korea and Yunho and Jaejoong are in America. The time zones are different for both, thus the time changes.   ----   "You're fired."   Eric sighed for the nth time that day. This was the worst day of his life.    He walked defeatedly down the sidewalk to his home, sighing and trying to find a way to tell his husband the horrible news. He could play with his words, or maybe never tell him...   But then there is that conflict of "Why are you still here? Go to work!" that he would have to deal with every morning... Nah.     It is not like he was dirt broke; he had plenty of savings to last for awhile and he could always retire, but he really loved his job.   Hyesung will be so disappointed.   He finally made it home. It was a cozy, little white house sitting on the far end of the road. Though the other houses were a lot bigger than his, the grass was always green and chipmunks were living in the tree that stood proudly in front. The rose bushes that adored the house were clean and always fresh, and the car washed timely. The lights were all on, and he could see Hyesung through the kitchen window dancing around the oven to an imaginable song. He smiled a bit, Hyesung had always been able to make him smile when he felt down. He walked up the steps to the front door, and waited a few moments.   Bringing himself the courage, he finally opened the door.   "Hyesung, I'm-" Eric felt arms wrap around his waist before he even got the chance to close the door.    "Eric! You are home early! Wait, why are you home early? Oh, forget that. I haven't finished making dinner yet. You are just going to have to wait." Hyesung grinned before stealing a kiss from his husband. "How was your day?" Hyesung whispered lightly.   Eric saddened. "Uh, well let's sit down first. I'm a little tired walking home." Eric said and Hyesung frowned, but complied and walked over to the kitchen to sit at the dining table. Eric followed, sitting right next to him.   "Something bad happened, didn't it?" Hyesung whispered and Eric couldn't help but sigh again. Hyesung has always been able to read him like a book.   "I lost my job."   "Oh, honey." Hyesung got up quickly and gave Eric a half hug. Eric practically molded by Hyesung's side, sniffing his light cologne and wishing to just disappear in the folds of Hyesung's shirt.    "It's okay. I already had the suspiscion that they were going to fire you anyway."   "Yeah, I kn- wait." Eric's eyes snapped open. "What? Why?" Eric mumbled over Hyesung's stomach. Hyesung chuckled, lightly Eric's back.   "Eric, you have been with the same company for almost 26 years. I'm pretty sure they found another employee that has the experience to take your job."   "Yah, what are you trying to say? I'm not old." Eric gripped Hyesung's side to tickle him. Hyesung swiftly moved out of the way.   "Eric, you're fifty-three years old."   "Lies. All of it." Eric pouted and Hyesung moved down to kiss it away.   "You are fine. You can just retire and, think of it this way: you and I can have time for ourselves now. Just you and me." Hyesung walked over to turn the pot off. "Mind setting the table for me?" Eric crossed his arms in defiance.    "No. You called me old."   "Correction. I told you your actual age." Hyesung singed and Eric pouted some more.   "Is it too late to have a divorce?" Hyesung laughed.    "I don't think JaeJoong would appreciate that his parents divorced because you are getting old." Eric walked over to the cabinets to pull out some dishes and silverware.   "Ah, I am sure JaeJoong will n- yah! I'm not the only one getting old!" Eric whined and Hyesung laughed.   "Oh, honey. Just admit it. Being with me makes you look like a e. I still look I'm in my 20's."   "Pfft. As if." Eric muttered but smiled awkwardly at Hyesung when the other turned and glared at him.   "Just finish setting the table."   "Yes, dear."   ---   It was peace and quiet when Jaejoong woke from his slumber. He didn't want to open his eyes just yet, snuggling into the plush comforters and stuffing his nose into the pillow. He could smell his husband's unique scent from the cushion and he smiled, burying his face in. It was almost perfect and Jaejoong was on the brink of dreams before his ears perked up.   "Mom! Mom!" A child cried out, his small feet padded down the hallway towards the closed door that belonged to his parents. "Mom!"    Jaejoong groaned, turning to his side and trying find the familiar warmth of his husband. Sadly, he felt cooling sheets and heard a shower running down in the background.    Jaejoong rubbed his eyes, unsure of what woke him up until he heard a soft knock and wet sniffing. A teary 'Mom' woke Jaejoong up fully and he jumped off the bed to open the door.    Junsu stood there, still in pajamas, wiping his nose with the sleeve of his shirt and tears running down his red cheeks. Jaejoong's heart broke at the sight of his tears, and instantly picked up his crying child. Junsu was his third youngest child. Even though he was eleven years old, he was still smaller than the kids his age and had a pure mentality. He never fought with anyone as of yet, something that Jaejoong was grateful for. Though, it is a different thing when it came to sibling rivalry.    "What's wrong, Junsu?" Jaejoong rocked him back and forth in his arms, trying to comfort his child. "Did you have a bad dream?"    Junsu shook his head.    "Did you see something you didn't like?"    Again, Junsu shook his head.   "What happened, baby?"   "C-ch-changmin!" Junsu stuttered and Jaejoong sighed, a little relieved. He turned back around to his bed and slipped on his slippers before walking out.   "Then let's have a talk with him, shall we?" Jaejoong asked and smiled. Junsu only nodded.   It didn't take long to find Changmin sitting under the table with three plates of food in front of him. Jaejoong put Junsu down and Junsu crawled under the table with Changmin. Changmin paid him no attention, but he pulled the plates closer to himself. Junsu's eyes watered.   "Changmin, what did you do to Junsu?" Jaejoong asked. Changmin was his second youngest. He was also still in his pajamas, sleeves rolled up to ease up the worry of milk stains on his Green Lantern shirt; one of his favorites.   Changmin put a pop-tart in his mouth and chewed thoroughly before slurping a spoonful of choco-flakes. Jaejoong resisted the urge to sigh. "Changmin, I won't ask you again."   "I dunno." Changmin said and finally turned to Junsu. "What did I do to you?" Changmin raised an eyebrow as if daring him to say anything; and taking a bite of his pop-tart.   Junsu wailed. Jaejoong couldn't help but chuckle.    "Changmin stole my food! I'm so hungry, Mommy!" Junsu cried and Jaejoong pulled Junsu up again and let the child cry on his shoulder. Jaejoong gave Changmin a look and sat Junsu on the dining table. He went back and picked up the plates that were half empty from the floor, much to Changmin's displeasure, and put them all on the table.    "Changmin, you should share with the rest of us."   "Junsu wasn't going to eat it."   "Even so, it isn't very nice of you to take something away without permission."   "But Mama, I was very hungry too." Changmin pouted. He got up from the floor and sat down opposite of Junsu on the dining table, glaring at his older brother. "This is all your fault."   "Now, now. Changmin, that is no way to behave. I was going to make pancakes for everyone, but I think you ate enough." Jaejoong gave him a look as Changmin's jaw drop, appalled at the idea. Changmin started to protest, and Jaejoong couldn't help but laugh quietly at his baby's reaction. "Well maybe it would be wise if you kept your hands on your own plate, mister." Jaejoong winked at him and Changmin gave him a greasy grin back.   "I'm sorry, Mama."   "It's okay, baby."   Jaejoong set to cook the rest of breakfast for the rest of his family and soon, more feet padded down the stairs to the dining table. His two eldest, Minwoo and Junjin, sat down simultaneously against each other and Doyoon, their youngest, sat down on his father's lap. As Jaejoong fed them their plate, Changmin made grabs at Junsu's unfinished plate and Junsu started to cry.   "Mom!"   "Changmin!"   ----   It was a little after midnight. Eric was in his study, a small room next to the bedroom he shared with his husband. It used to be Jaejoong's study room when he was going to school, but since he left, Eric had taken over the unused room. Usually Eric would only use this room when he couldn't sleep and didn't want to bother his slumbering wife.    Eric typed away on his computer, reading glasses on the bridge of his nose while he searched on the internet. He was too focused on the topic at hand that he didn't notice Hyesung reading over his shoulder.   "I see you're looking into retirement," Hyesung said softly.   "Yah!" Eric gasped, quickly pulling his glasses down and hiding the screen. "When did you get here?! How long have you been here?! What are you doing here?!"   Hyesung giggled as he kissed Eric's nose. He stood up completely and curled his hands on the sides of his waist.    "There's nothing to be ashamed of," he smiled. "I don't think any less of you."   "Hmph," Eric turned to look the other way.   "The second plan looks good," Hyesung said as he glanced back at the computer screen.   "Yah!" Eric whined.    "What?" Hyesung asked. "It does."   "You were never like this when we were married." Eric grumbled.   "What do you mean?" Hyesung asked, a little confused.   "You taking advantage of little ol' me. You are starting to become a little greedy." Eric muttered the last part and Hyesung laughed.   "I'm not greedy, Eric. I just want what's best for you."    "Liar."    "So what if it's best for me too? It's just a bonus that you will be helping me as well."    "Gold-digger."   "Oh, alright. I only married you for money." Eric raised his eyebrow.   "It scares me how you say that so casually."    "I'm not scared," Hyesung smiled. "I love myself."    "I'm starting to wonder if you really do love me or not."   "Oh, I love you babe. I love you so much." Eric's eyes narrowed.   "Uh huh. I'm not buying it."    "You don't have to." Hyesung leaned in, giving a kiss on Eric's nose. "As long as I know I love you, babe, nothing else matters."   Before Eric could retort, Hyesung turned and walked out of the room. Eric waited until Hyesung disappeared from the room before he slowly brought his glasses back up and looked back at the computer screen, reading through the retirement programs a second time. He turned back around to see if Hyesung was there, but seeing that he was alone, he read through the article presented to him.   "The second plan does look good."   ----   After dropping off Junjin and Minwoo at their high school and Junsu at middle school, Jaejoong was left with Changmin sitting in the back singing horribly. Doyoon was sitting in his car seat, muttering softly to himself and laughing whenever Changmin made a funny face to make a note. Jaejoong wouldn't have minded whenever Changmin sang, but recently he was getting a headache from the screeching high notes Changmin had tried to reach on his own.    "Baby, maybe you should relax your throat. It can help you sing better."   "Mom, does it look like I'm a baby?"   "Do you really want me to answer that?"   "Hey Mom, ever heard of rhetorical questions?"   Jaejoong groaned.   When he finally caught sight of Changmin's elementary, Jaejoong thanked God before stopping the vehicle on the parking lot. Getting off first and opening the door for his son, Jaejoong kneeled in front of Changmin with his hands on each shoulder.   "Bye, Changmin. Be good at school." Jaejoong kissed his son's forehead.   "Okay. You be good, too. And I want pancakes when I get out of school." Jaejoong rolled his eyes.   "How about meat loaf?"   "Is it going to have egg?"   "Maybe?" Jaejoong quirked an eyebrow and Changmin smiled.   "Okay. But I want to eat in the living room."   "How about you eat with us for the whole dinner and I will let you eat your dessert in the living room?"   "You, sir, got yourself a deal." Changmin and Jaejoong shook hands before Jaejoong stood up.   "Now, off with you."   Changmin grinned before running into school. A joyous smile was planted on Jaejoong's face before Changmin's back disappeared in the crowd of kids.   "Now it's just Mommy and Doyoon time, huh?" Jaejoong looked back at the child in his baby carrier seat. Doyoon smiled at him and Jaejoong smiled back before heading back in the van. "Want to go to the mall?"   "Yea!" Doyoon giggled and Jaejoong laughed. Before he pulled out of the parking lot, Jaejoong heard his phone ringing and recognized Yunho's personal ringtone. He instantly picked up.   "Yunho?" Jaejoong answered, turning into the main road to go to the mall. Doyoon was hugging his hamtaro plush quietly. "Woah, babe. Slow down. What do you mean? You won an award for the smart house project? That's great! Oh my Jesus, that's great news dear...What? You have to go to Hawaii? Why? Oh I'm on the road right now...uh huh I'm going to the mall with Doyoon. Okay. Meet you there." Jaejoong hung up the phone and drove into the expressway.   "Guess what, Doyoon?