This is my first stab at a Degrassi fic. I'm kind of nervous because you all are such awesome writers. Anyway, this story is set a few months in the future. The only thing you need to know is Paige and Spinner are back together. The rest will be explained as we go. Oh, and reviews are nice. They keep the creative juices flowing and make me smile. Enjoy!

Marco took a deep breath, standing outside the Michalchuk house. The Christmas lights twinkled around the windows, casting shadows on his face. He had been invited to the Michalchuk's annual Christmas party as Dylan's guest. Sighing again, he knocked on the door.

Moments later, it was answered by Mrs. Michalchuk. "Marco," she said with a warm and inviting smile. "Come in. Dylan's in the kitchen. Paige and I put him to work," she told him, a laugh in her voice as she opened the door wider so he could enter.

Marco looked around. There was a sea of faces he didn't know, most likely friends Dylan's parents and family. He made a beeline for the kitchen. "Hey," he said softly as he entered to get Dylan's attention.

He turned to face him. "Hey yourself," he replied, leaning down and kissing him softly.

Marco smiled. "Nice look," he joked as they parted, using his hand to gesture the light pink apron Dylan wore.

"I thought so," he said, pulling it off and tossing it onto the counter. "I just put the last batch of cookies in the oven, so I guess I'm off duty. C'mon, I'll introduce you," he offered, taking his arm and leading him back to the living room where the party was in full swing. They came to two girls, obviously twins, who looked their age. "Marco, these are my cousins Jennifer and Jessica. Jen, Jess, this is Marco."

"Nice to meet you," Marco said politely.

"Is this your boyfriend?" Jen asked in a teasing voice. She reminded Marco all too much of Paige.

Dylan rolled his eyes. "Yep, moving on," he lead Marco away before the girl could say anything else.

They were making their way over to some aunts and uncles when an elderly woman approached them. "Dylan!" she greeted. "Give me a hug," she demanded. The two embraced. "Grammy, this is my friend, Marco."

"Marco, nice to meet you," she smiled sweetly as Paige's voice called out, demanding her to come meet Spinner. "Enjoy the party," she told the boys, going over to her granddaughter.

Dylan leaned in close to Marco. "She's the only one here who doesn't know I'm gay. My dad asked me not to tell her. She's got a real old-fashioned way of thinking," he explained. Marco nodded in understanding.

The party wore on and by the end of the night, both Marco and Spinner had offered to stay late and help clean up. However, Spinner and Paige had taken off upstairs, leaving the other couple to do most of the work.

"Thanks for inviting me, Dylan. It was great meeting your family. They all seem so nice."

"You don't know them very well," he joked.

The two fell into a silence as Dylan wiped off the counters and Marco collected empty paper cups. They worked in quietly until they were done.

"Thanks for helping out," Dylan said.

"It was no problem."

Marco pulled his coat on and headed for the door.

"Wait a second. I need to talk to you," Dylan said quickly, taking a deep breath and pinching the bridge of his nose.

"Yeah?" the other boy said, slightly taken aback.

"Marco, I um...I just wanted to tell you goodnight, and," he paused. "I love you."

Marco blinked a few times. "What?"

"I said I love you. You don't have to say it back, I mean, I know we haven't been dating very long, it's fine..."

"I love you, too," Marco interrupted softly, a smile bursting on to his face.

Dylan too smiled wide, kissing his boyfriend deeply.

"Wow," Marco sighed. "I hope being in love means more kisses like that one."

"I guarantee it."

Marco was on cloud line as he drove himself home. He knew he had loved Dylan for a long while now, but knowing Dylan felt it as well was such a new and amazing feeling. He couldn't put it into words. Pulling into his driveway, he looked at the clock. It was just after midnight and his parents were still out at a party of their own - a holiday celebration for his Pa's company. "Must be having a good time," Marco concluded, getting out of his warm car and stepping into the icy December air. He made his way to the front porch and stopped. Huddled by the front door and crying slightly was a dark figure. A streak of red shone brightly from under the hood. "Ellie?!"

She lifted her head.

"Ellie, oh god, how long have you been sitting out here?" he asked quickly, unlocking the door and helping her to her feet as he ushered her inside. He flipped on the light.

His voice caught in his throat as he took in her appearance. Her make up was smeared over her face, which was chapped red with the cold, her hair was a mess, and she was shivering.

"Here, sit down," he told her pointing to the couch as he pulled the blanket his mother kept folded by the fireplace over her. He sat next to her. "Ellie, what's wrong? How long were you out there?"

She took a few deep breaths, trying to find her voice. "An hour," she said shortly, not making eye contact.

"Why?"

Silence.

"Ellie? What's going on? C'mon, you can tell me anything."

"I'm pregnant."