Chapter Ten: All In Good Time PT 2

DISCLAIMER: I don't own Degrassi.

A/N: I don't remember Paige and Dylan's parents name, I know they say the mom's name in one episode but, I don't remember.

"Margo!" Fiddling his keys out of the open door, Doug Michaelchuk stepped into his house, tired and short of breath from a long day on the job. "Margo!" He called for his wife. Usually, she was around somewhere, cleaning or keeping busy and making sure the household was running properly. "Paige?" He called out.

"She's at her formal!" Doug's wife finally called back.

He closed the door behind him, leaving his keys on the shelf by the door. With his jackset still on, he wandered into the house. His eyes closed for resting, he plopped down on the sofa without a thought. "Margo, what do you think about burgers for dinner? I could put on the grill." He sighed, his eyes shut.

"That sounds great, dear." She watched her tired husband with worry all over he face. She was bouncing their grandson on her lap.

Maybe, he'll fall right asleep. Margo Michaelchuk thought to herself with a small sense of peace running through her. She sighed and looked over at the game show playing on the television.

The noise the television was making, and all the colors, they not only confused baby Oliver but, made him laugh. Margo glanced at her husband to check that he was still in a place of tranquility on the couch.

No such luck, his eyes were wide open and staring at the laughing baby with a look of uncertainty, unhappiness, and a little bit of fury.

"Who is this?" He grumbled, still staring at Oliver.

"I've got to go deliver my speech in a few minutes." Marco informed Dylan by the punch stand. Marco still hadn't thought up the nerve to ask him to dance with him and Dylan wasn't sure if he should or not. He didn't know if Marco was ready for that kind of publicity.

"You'll do great." Dylan nodded, handing Marco a party cup full of fruit punch.

"I hope so. This things been running smoothly so far. Too smoothly. "Marco looked around, squiniting. Everybody was having a fantastic time, dressed in their Bollywood clothes and dancing to the music he had picked. "I'm on pins and needles, you know, waiting for something to go arye."

Dylan softly chuckled and turned around to stare the way Marco was. Their shoulders brushed as he turned and Marco was filled with enouh warm feelings to melt him into a little pile of goo.

"You should just be proud of yourself." Dylan pat him on the back. "You did all this and everybody's enjoying themseleves."

"Doyouwanttodancewithme?!" Marco spat out in the open in one breath. Dylan spat his drank back in his cup, discreetly. He was surprised by it all.

"What?" He scrunched his eyebrows down and asked again.

"Do you, maybe, because you don't have to, want to, only if you want to," Marco waited a beat but, Dylan wasn't going to make this easy on him, even though he knew what Marco was trying to ask. "Dance with me?"

"Sure." Dylan took both their drinks and left them on the table, as the two found a place to dance in the middle of the gymnasium floor.

"Don't you think you should've discussed this with me, Margo?" Doug stood on one end of the kitchen, arguing with his wife without even looking at her across the room. She was hoovering over the stove, preparing the hamburger meat and the condiments.

"He's our grandson, I don't see the problem." She pulled his baby bottle from the pot of water on the stove and marched over to her husband. "Could you feed him for me?" She put the bottle in his hand. He couldn't look more puzzled.

"What if I was doing something tonight? What if I had the guys over for poker?" Doug waddled over to where Oliver was sitting in his car chair on their table. He fiddled with the bottle in his hand and tried to decifer what to do. He'd fed babies plenty of times, Paige, Dylan, a few of his nieces and nephews but, this felt a little different. Plus, it had been awhile.

"Then, I would've looked after him in the other room. Doug, you have to test it on yourself first." She turned to check the scene out.

"I know that." He scoffed and shook his head. "But, you know how I feel about this, Margo," He sighed, deeply. "I want Dylan to deal with the consequences of a baby on his own."

"We're his parents, and we're Oliver's grandparents. Just because you're disapointed in your son, don't take it out on our grandson." She used all her womanly wisdom on him.

Doug squirted the nipple of the bottle on his arm and jumped back with a scream of pain.

"Hot?" Margo turned to ask.

Doug's face had turned one mild shade of red in surprise by it all. Before Doug could answer, the sound of Oliver laughing filled the space between them. Both Margo and Doug peeled their eyes over at the tiny child to watch him. Doug suddenly broke out in a smile.

"You think that's funny?" His voice lightened," He unbuckled Oliver and cradled him up in his arms. "What about this?" He slide two fingers over Oliver's nose and then swiped them back. "I got your nose, I got your nose!" Oliver broke out in even more hysterics and Doug gave him back his nose, then took it back, then gave it back, then took it again, all the while both boys were laughing. Margo smiled to herself and went back to cooking.

Once the song was over, both Marco and Dylan just stood there, staring up at one another. This is what they'd been putting off and this was how incrediable it felt. Marco didn't want to drape his arms away Dylan but, he had to go deliver his speech. He pulled away with a secret smile and climbed up onto their small stage, dressed up in curtains and lights.

"Hey everybody!" He spoke into the mircophone. "I hope everybody's enjoying themseleves, let's have a round of applause for the crew that helped put this thing on." The crowd smacked their hands together and joined in with hooting and hollering. Behind Marco one of the multi-colored sheets fell onto one of the lights and began to cause a fire, climbing up the drape and into others. Marco kept on babbling into the microphone, oblivious to the drama behind him.

"Fire!" Liberty Van Zant screamed up at him and the room around her. In a rush and in fear, the students inside the gymnasium made a run for the door, including Marco, who had grabbed Dylan's hand unconsiously, in fear. Mr. Simpson tried to take control of the whole situation.

The roads were slick but, pretty much dead from most cars, as Dylan sped down, Marco beside him in the passenger seat.

"So, it wasn't a complete catsrophe?" Marco was still questioning the downfall of his beloved formal. All the students had ended up having a blast, dancing in the parking lot to the radio of the fire trucks but, it just wasn't what Marco had dreamed it to be.

"It was awesome, stop worrying." As he turned onto Marco's street, Dylan patted his knee. "Everyone had a great time." He pulled into the driveway.

"Including you?"

"Ecspecially me." Dylan slipped on a sweet and comforting smile. He leaned in to kiss Marco the way he had wanted to for a while but, Marco pulled far back.

"We can't." He said quickly and then stared inside his house where a silhouette of his dad watching TV sat. "He doesn't know yet." Marco pulled off his seatbelt and helped himself out. "Thanks for everything, though." He grinned and wandered away from Dylan's car. He was off to bed to play the night's events in his head.

Dylan drove out of the driveway and through the streets to his. They had never lived too far from the Del Rossi residence. While driving to his parent's house, he thought about how badly he loved driving in his car and how great his night with Marco was. He tried to keep himself from worrying about Oliver and his dad.

Dylan knocked on his parent's door but, there was no answer. He tried again, but nobody came to greet him. After a third knock he just let himself in.

"Mom?" He called out while walking inside. He'd taken off the top of his Bollywood outfit and just stood in the middle of the room with his white shirt and khaki pants in the foyer. He walked into the living room, where his mom was fast asleep on the couch.

"Mom." He stood in front of her and woke her up with his booming voice.

"Dylan?" She yawned. "Dylan," She smiled and patted the empty seat next to her. "Tell me about your formal, how was it?"

"Where's Oliver?" Dylan just asked. He didn't want any run-in's with his father.

"Uhh," She glanced around the room but there was no sign of him anywhere, not even a diaper bag. "I'm not sure." She mumbled beneath her breath and jumped up from the couch.

"What?" Dylan convinced himself he had heard her wrong. "Where's my son?" For the first time, he tapped into father mode and it scared him. "Where is he? Mom?" He couldn't believe this. His mom had lost her grandchild, the whole night made no sense. Oliver couldn't even crawl yet, he couldn't of gone far. "It's not like he got up and walked away!" Dylan shouted. As the two wandered up the stairs, they could hear Doug's voice bellowing with laughter in his room. The two raced for the door but stopped themseleves as soon as their eyes rested on the foreign sight in front of them. Doug was stretched out on his bed, watching a hockey game, while Oliver sat in his grandpa's arms with a large baby smile.

"You let him come over more often, alright?" Doug told his son, as Dylan re-enforced the car seat into the car. "He wants to see his grandpa, you know." He stared down at the little baby in his arms, who was begining to fall to sleep.

"I know." Dylan took him from his dad and buckled him into the car seat. "Look, thanks for watching him tonight. I know you didn't want to, orginally." Dylan slipped his hands into his pant pockets and stared down at the night lit pavement.

"You and me, Dylan, we might butt heads a lot but, that doesn't change the fact, it won't change the fact," Doug stuttered to get it out and his face looked down at the pavement, too. "I love you." He finally just let come out of his mouth.

Dylan looked up to see if his dad was sincere and sure enough, he was. Dylan was filled from head to toe with happiness. This night had ran so perfectly, he didn't want to stay any longer and ruin it. The son and father embraced before Dylan got back into his car and drove away to his and Martie's apartment. The night had gone so perfectly, he didn't know that he was in control of changing that.

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I don't think this part was too well written but, I hope you guys liked it. Sorry for the wait.

I should have the next part up in no time. There's some big stuff coming up!

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