Hey my loyal fans, lol! This is the last chapter of the fanfic. I hope you enjoy it! I'm going to start a new one (which is my main purpose for ending this one here) that is going to be 100 better. Here you go—the last chappie of Inseparable….

"Go Dylan!" The crowd roared as the infamous Dylan Mikalchuck took a victory lap around the rink after scoring the winning goal. Marco del Rossi and Paige Mikalchuck had yelled until they were hoarse, now all they could do was attempt a squeal. Marco caught Dylan's eye and the player threw his boyfriend a quick wink before being high-fived by some of his fellow teammates.

"That was a great game, wasn't it? Did you see when Dyl-"Marco went on and on about Dylan after games. To spare herself today, she decided to nip it at the bud.

"Yes, hon, I was there. I saw every little perfect move!"

"Sorry. It's just….these past few weeks have been amazing. No hospital, no bashers, no papa…and lots and lots of Dylan." He sighed.

"Yeah, I know. Dyl can't shut up about you, either."

Dylan, in all his glory, made his way through the crowd of people to Marco, who he proceeded to pick up and spin around a few times.

"Dylan!" Marco laughed, landing back on solid ground.

"Hey to you, too," he grinned boyishly. "What'd you think?"

"You were amazing, as usual,"

"Glad you thought so," he kissed Marco on the cheek.

"Paige and I are going to head back to the house. You go party with the team, just don't come home drunk, okay?" Marco laughed. This was the normal schedule; he and Paige would grab a bite to eat and head back to the house while Dylan and the team went out for a celebration.

"Nope. Not today. Today, I'm skipping the partying. It's just me and you," he smiled at Marco and turned to Paige.

"Alright, Alright. Nate! Oh, Natey, hon!" Paige pranced over to her boyfriend, who coincidentally was on the hockey team.

"Now that she's out of our hair," Dylan took Marco's hand and led him out the door to his convertible.

"Where are we going?" Marco asked curiously, opening his door and climbing in.

"Well," Dylan began as he revved the engine, "I had something planned. Hope you don't mind," He winked at Marco.

"Okay…" he clicked his seatbelt and they were off. The ride was quite enjoyable; Dylan had the radio turned all the way up, both of them singing very loudly. The wind blew through Dylan's curls and made a mess of Marco's brown locks. When they finally stopped, Marco didn't recognize the place. It was beautiful, though. A petite gazebo sat on a pile of sand, surrounded by the sounds of the ocean. The waves gently caressed the shore, washing away tiny grains of sand.

The boy got out and Dylan took his boyfriend's hand. He led him to the bench beside the gazebo and the both sat down.

"I come here a lot just to unwind," Dylan watched the sun disappearing behind the blue waves. "It's really peaceful,"

"It's beautiful," Marco stared in awe. This had to be one of the most breathtaking sights in Canada.

"Oh! I got you something," Dylan dug around in his coat pocket and pulled a small box out. He handed it to Marco with a smile.

"Dyl…" Marco opened the box. It was a ring. An engagement ring. "Is this…"

"Marco, I love you. You know that. Would you?" Dylan looked down at him with pleading eyes.

"Yes…God, yes!" He pulled the small ring out of its velvet box and Dylan snatched it up.

"Uh uh uh….this is my job," He smiled giddily and slid the ring onto Marco's ring finger.

"I love you." Marco stated, cuddling closer to Dylan. He knew the older man knew this, but it was always nice to be able to say.

"I love you, too cariad," Dylan stroked Marco's hair, kissing his forehead in the process.

Back at the Mikalchucks

Paige and Nate were making out on the couch when he pulled away.

"Hey, what's up with your brother and that little Italian dude?" he asked.

"Oh, them?" Paige said nonchalantly before going back to making out, "They're inseparable."

You guys like? I hope so. Please review, I love to hear from you! Thanks to all my reviewers readers who stuck with me…a special thanks to missmiamya. Love yah, Kate.

Peace, Love, and Adamo-ness to all!

Ciao, Liz 