Date Night p-2 a
kdoc27 December 9th, 15:15 Current Location: Current Mood: indescribable Current Music: pinkfloyd-cause it's long !
Dylan blinked, and looked back at Franccesca grinning and blushing with embarrassment.
"Sorry! um..." he began, but the smiling reporter only waved his apology away, she understood completely, coming from a large family herself.
...So, anyway, 'Mama' brought food...of course!
"Ma! We're going out to dinner!" Marco began but she waved it away cutting him off; "So!? You will eat so much you will never be hungry again? Who said because I bring it now when you must eat it, huh?!"
She kissed me on the cheek on her way to the kitchen.
"Deelyn, how are you, what a beautiful tie!"
"I'm great Ma, and thanks, I actually picked this one, all by myself!"
" You did! That'sa good you pick, it'sa nice ay Poppa?"
"Yeah, it'sa real nice."
Poppa and I nodded at each other as I took the coats from him, and hung them up.
As we hugged each other and he patted me on the back he whispered; "Ten bucks say he never make it out the door!"
I coughed to cover my laughter, glancing back to make sure Marco was out of ear-shot in the kitchen.
I should've taken the bet.
(A/N: hope to make it back before Chr.) That was just plain stupid! Retail is just too crazy from the day before thanksgiving until about three days into the new year! I won't forget that again...
I don't know anything about suits except a few of the 'Top' brand-names; Berluti, Canali, Caraceni...yeah, you can tell where I learned those!
I don't get why this 'cut' is better...and don't even get me started on some of the other terms!
I mean "Double Breasted"(!?) on a guy's suit?
I didn't even that was a real word till Marco had this tailor tell me so and then explain it...
Everyone else just got tired of trying to tell me anything.
Anyway, whatever it was fit Marco like a second skin.
I LOVE(still get a little crazy/lost) just watching him come down the stairs, and by the smirk on his face I knew (he was reading the thoughts right off my face... how I was imagining watching him take it off... Or better still taking it off him myself) he had noticed my 'brain-off', 'look-what-I-get-to-play-with' stare and was a little amused by(Still thrilled over) it.
Marco, still a little shy in front of his parents, glanced towards them; Mama in the kitchen, and Poppa 'chatting (in Italian of course) with Rosey , before winking (and giving me a smile so full of promises about later I almost drooled on my tie ) at me.
"Ah, well I guess we're all set! Ma, you know where everything is..." Marco said, like she might have forgotten/didn't know our place as well as she knew her own kitchen, like it might have changed since day-before-yesterday!
"No, I might need you to tell me where's a good heavy pan, or maybe a rolling-pin!"
She came out of the kitchen drying her hands and giving him a look that just screamed 'there's a smack on the head coming if I get close to you now'!
"O.k., o.k. We're going" he said, putting his hands up and backing away from her fierce look and heading over to say goodnight to our daughter.
And we actually made it out the door without getting thrown-up on or wet!
Did I mention that there's something about starch, though we don't know if it's just real starch or if the spray-kind might be easier, that makes Rosey nauseous!
part 2-b (music-I've got this RAGIN' Lauren Daigle thing goin on just now-'First/Trust in you'!)
"Dio mio!...wait a minute." Francessa held up the hand not covering the grin on her face to stop Dylan a moment; this sounded too cute to miss.
"Scu...I mean excuse me, she what!?"
Dylan reddened and hunched his shoulders slightly as he replied, "Yeah, um (was kinda hoping she wouldn't pick-up on that...but...) well I get the dry-cleaning on my way home and since I'm used to having my hockey bag over my shoulder, I got into the habit of just hooking the hangers in the collar of my jacket so I can unlock the door.
Francessa's eyebrows went up and a smile stretched her lips wide as she pictured that.
"Yeah, Marco laughed too the first he saw it too! And had me wait while he took a picture for Rosey's Baby-book.
All the different families(his, mine, church, team)and so many other people(sometimes it seems like HALF-THE-WORLD! gets a kick out of all this.
The moms, aunts, and a few surprising friends gave us photo-albums and 'ORDERS!' to take lots of pictures-especially of 'firsts'.
Ya know, the first time she did this or that.
They didn't say how we were supposed to be ready to catch all these 'firsts' or get her to do whatever it was again so we could get a picture!
So I finally got Marco to just take a picture and write-in whatever (since his writing is so much...well.. clearer(?)...well easier to read later than mine.
Then of course EVERYBODY wants to see what they've missed when they come over.
By the time Rosey's ready to see them, we'll have to have found a way to keep them(all of those will be filled and double-filled by the time she's two at this rate!) from falling apart!
The ones of me and Marco's firsts started happening because our moms found pictures of our dads doing things with us when we were small.
They both figure that with two dads some of this is gonna just be too priceless to miss!
For all the single dads out there-They (the women in our loves) but I don't think they'll ever really trust us to raise kids without their (often-sneaking) supervision.
So, another 'Order!'... and them... plus (once they found out about it) everybody else taking lots more pictures!
And then all then all of um getting together to swap and compare to decide which ones 'get-in' and which ones don't,
Marco loves these parties...specially when they have one HERE! I...I...I'd rather hear about them...much later! Nothing puts the old ego back into its proper place like seeing before and after pix of myself in one of my failures to get an outfit on Rosey the right way..."
Dylan frowns a little as he realizes how far off-track he's gotten..."Um..where..?"
"The starch..?" Francessca prompts...
'Right! O.k. after Marco took the picture..."
'and after the quick peck on the nose I can't resist giving him because of how amazing he looks...all delighted and glowing and...God, that smile...
And it's for/about ME...
And the day it WAS is gone.
That he still blushes and smiles like this...the same shy sweet smile...
Oh yeah, lip-lock-city!
Marco, MARCO
MY MARCO!'
"So, yeah after...um the picture, I go over and say hello to Rosey.
I pick her up and kiss and hug her. When I do that she likes to press her face into my neck and take a deep sniff...which always, for some reason, makes her smile and giggle.
But the first time I did it with the dry-cleaning hanging there, she did this...like double-take: pulling back then leaning over the top of the bag and taking a really deep sniff...
I heard it coming, but ...
I couldn't decide between pull-her-back/hold-on-to-her-tighter-because-something's-wrong/what-the/oh-my-god...
I know, good thing think better in the rink!
I don't care.
My daughter is not a hockey-puck!
Yeah, he took a picture of that too.
And laughed so hard he ended up on the floor.