Chapter: 6 My Child

Rated: PG

Disclaimer: Would I write these and actually own Degrassi? If you can't figure that out, you probably shouldn't read this. It'll be over your head. (Joking!)

Ch. 6 My Child

"Marco?" A big Italian woman rushed through the front doors. "Where's my baby?"

"Excuse me? Ma'am?"

"Marco is here??" She looked very frantic.

"What is Marco's last name ma'am?"

"Del Rossi." I punched the name into the computer. "Yeah, Marco Del Rossi, room 39." The large woman shouted a thank you as she turned to the right. "Ma'am!" I called after her. She turned around and I pointed left, to the direction of the room. She nodded and turned around.

"Marco?" Rosina thrust the door open. "Honey!!" She ran over to her son.

"Ma? What are you doing here?" He groaned as she hugged him.

"I came to get you my child." She smiled.

"I thought…" Rosina shook her head.

"I don't care Marco. I didn't care. You are my son and I will love you no matter what you are!" In all truth, she didn't. Well, not after thinking about it. At first, she felt betrayed that this was her only son's choice. It also made her sick, at first, to picture her son with a… man. But it was his life and she was just there to lead him, not control him. Nor was her husband going to make his decisions, whether he wanted to or not.

"What about Pa?" Fear rose in Marco's eyes.

"I kicked him out of my house. If he can't accept you as you are, he will be no husband of mine."

"Ma you can't!"

Rosina held a hand up. "Marco, I have made up my mind. I love you."

Marco started crying. It was only now did he realize the extent of his mother's love. She would destroy a twenty-some year marriage for him. "I love you too Ma."

As Marco got into his mother's van, a little sports car drove by. Dylan was in the passenger seat. He was laughing and having such a good time that he didn't even see Marco.

"What are you looking at Marco?" Rosina saw Dylan as well. She looked over at her son. He was beginning to cry. "It's Dylan, isn't it?"

Marco tried to laugh off his mother's comment. "What are you-"

"You love him. Don't you?" Rosina saw the hurt in Marco's eyes and couldn't help but feel like crying.

Marco looked down and nodded.

"What happened?" Rosina couldn't help but be curious as well.

Marco shook his head and got in the van. "Nothing."

"Marco…"

"I did. He convinced me to come out to you guys and I blamed him for what happened. I totally blew up at him. He hates me now."

"I sure he-"

"Mom! Please! I don't want to talk about it."

"Watch your step Marco," Rosina warned as she led Marco up the front porch steps. As she opened the front door, the first thing they saw was Mr. Del Rossi.

"Pa? What are you doing here?"

"Marco, I am so sorry about last night. I… I…"

"Over-reacted?" Rosina finished for him.

"Yes. Over-reacted. I'm so sorry. I was just caught off guard. It won't happen again."

"Okay…" Marco was confused by his father's 180.

Rosina was not convinced, nor amused. "Come on Marco. You need to go to bed."

"Yes Ma." He obediently walked upstairs.

I didn't have the heart to make Marco's dad hate him. What's up with his sudden change of heart? That's later...