The Dream 11 kdoc27
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*psalm 65:05
Marco was on top of the world!
His family was whole again...His again!
They'd held each other and cried together...
His parents, and his priest were coming to Dylan's game on Saturday!
Marco was still trying to decide whether or not let this be a surprise to Dylan or not...
His father was being released this evening, and having seen some of the looks that had passed between him and his mother; he knew that they wouldn't mind having the house to themselves tonight.
He would call them an the way...
He had his family back!
He had the Micalchuk family!
Dylan!
Dylan! Dylan! DYLAN!
He marveled at how...just the thought of...Dylan...put a glow in his heart...brightened his world...his whole life...
The ordinary sights that made up the world; the buildings, the the trees, their leaves moving in the evening breeze...even the sidewalks...
Everything looks somehow...new and wonderful...magical..
The way the setting sun made the windows in the tall buildings into small copies of itself...
The cold crispness of the air...even the hum of traffic seemed full of...hints of magic!
Marco felt like he'd been stumbling through a deep fog that had finally lifted...
As he leaned against the side of the hospital, he found himself whispering..."By awesome deeds thou dost answer us in righteousness.."*
By the time the earth was being 'greatly enriched, he'd spotted Dylan's car.
Marco was fastening the seatbelt when he noticed what could only be flowers, wrapped in green paper lying on the seat between them.
"Oh, did you want to go in?" he asked, glancing up to find Dylan smiling broadly at him; the delighted twinkle in the sea-blue eyes bringing a wider, answering smile to his own lips.
"Nope." Dylan said,leaning in for a quick kiss...which of course turned into two...
Which might have ended who knows where if Marco hadn't poked him in the ribs!
"Dyl! we're in the hospital parking lot!" Marco reminded him, grinning, and pulling on one of the wild curls.
Dylan, his face flushed, breathing fast and uneven, blinked; a little surprised to find one hand buried in Marco's hair...
Taking hold of Marco's hand, he pressed it to his chest, so he could feel the fast heavy thudding.
"For you..." he said.
Lifting that hand from his chest, he kissed th palm; smiling at the blush on his boyfriends cheeks.
Turning back he put the car in gear, then picked up the flowers, put them in the younger boy's lap.
"And by the way, so are those..."
Marco, his lips parted in delight and surprise, stared at the bouquet of Daffodils with the single red rose in the middle...
The look that was on Marco's face by the time Dylan got to the exit from the parking lot and glanced at him again, ran through the older boy like a jolt of electricity!
Marco was so completely...enchanted...
"Dylan got me flowers!"
He stared down at them...then over at Dylan, his face glowing with adoration!
Of course Dylan squealed out onto the street!
Marco couldn't get mad at him for his driving now; shaking his head at Dylan's recklessness, he grinned mischievously.
He knew how to get him to slow down and be more careful, without getting angry...or spoiling the mood...
Unfastening his seatbelt, Marco moved over so he could put a hand on his boyfriends shoulder.
With his lips almost touching the older boy's ear, he breathed out...
"Hey...wild thing.. I want you in one piece tonight...and nothing else!"
Knowing the effect this innuendo would have was enough; though to himself he added 'one of the things I don't want you in is a hospital bed'!
Before Dylan had a chance to get mad for being asked to slow down, Marco began to tickle that ear with the tip of his tongue...
(Dylan)
Oh yeah, I slowed down.
I think I saw stars...and comets!
Just the tip of his tongue...
Shivers were chasing each other up and down my back...all over!
Good thing he still had the flowers in his other hand.
I heard laughter in his voice as he whispered.."Thank you...", against the side of my neck...pressing his open mouth there, he began to soo sweetly, steal what was left of my sanity.
My traitor arm held him there...and let him...
When we got to Marco's house, he went upstairs to pack, and I called my mom. She was just about to leave her office for the day, and had to put me on hold.
When she came back on the line, she didn't seem all that surprised that I was bailing on dinner.
"I hope you two can still stand this much togetherness after you're married!"
"- -"
"Dylan!" She was laughing at me.
"Dylan how can you be so obtuse? Oh, never mind. James and I are coming up to take you out after the game on Saturday. Iron something nice...and don't try to get Marco to do it! Bye darling."
"O.k. mom, bye..."
'Obtuse?'
'After we're...!
Marco came down the stairs with a bag in one hand, his phone in the other. He was finishing up with Ellie.
"Yes, I'll tell you all about everything Monday. I promise! No, I wont leave out a thing... Well...
See you Monday, bye!"
Setting the bag down, he went to Dylan. Wrapping his arms round him, and resting his head on his shoulder. Dylan returned the hug; his big hands moving over Marco's back till the younger boy sighed in contentment.
"You realize, you are now, officially part of a big, loud, bossy, Italian family?"
Dylan chuckled at this.
"Worse than Paige?"
Grinning and squeezing him tightly once more before pulling back, Marco said, with a smirk, "Believe me, compared to the women in this family, she's a feather weight!"
Glancing round the kitchen Marco opened a drawer; rummaging in it till he found a scissors with a spring attached to them. Dylan sighed, realizing there was more to be done before they could leave.
They'd replaced all the flowers by the time Maria, Gina, and the other Rosalia arrived with the meal they had prepared so Mrs. Del Rossi wouldn't have to cook pm her first night back home.
Dylan was hugged, and kissed by all of them, upon being introduced. Marco was also hugged, kissed, and of course his cheeks were pinched, much to his embarrassment(and Dylan's delight)!
There was a lot of giggling... and a few tears...
Bambino, amore, and Dio-mio, were about the only words that Dylan understood in the rapid barrages of Italian.
Marco translated some of it, blushing and giving his boyfriend a look that said very clearly what would happen to him later for enjoying this so much!
Eventually, after a few minutes of 'fetch-and-carry', and another round of hugs and kisses, they escaped and left the women to their preparations.
Dylan carried Marco's bags out to the car, which delighted the women and earned him an eye-roll, and a few whispered threats from Marco!
Dylan was surprised when Marco held his hand as they walked to the car; after all that, he had expected the silent treatment... for at least... a few miles!
Marco was just so happy after that show of acceptance!
He also knew they still had an 'audience'.
So...
After Dylan put his bags in the backseat, Marco stood there smiling at him so warmly... knowing what his reaction would be.
Dylan was bending to kiss him...forgetting where they were...
By the time his brain caught up with his body...!
But Marco didn't hesitate at all...
Putting his arms round him and kissing him like they'd never had a thing to hide...from anyone.
From the door, the laughter and applause (and a few sniffles) of his mothers friends( of course they'd been peeking!) warmed Marco's heart even more!
Dylan thought his heart might just explode!
Picking Marco up, and spinning them round and round, he yelled, "Yeah!"
Marco held onto him tightly, laughing... happy tears trailing silently down his face...