A/N: Still hiding I'm so sorry it's been so long. I'm a bad, bad authoress. Just bare with me and I hope the next chapter will be forth coming this weekend.
Disclaimer: See Chapter One, I think. Maybe it's two!
Chapter Six
Changes
Marco knew the last three weeks had gone well. He'd gotten his first full teaching review and passed with flying colors.
Dylan couldn't help but feel things were going well for him as well. His classes were going smoothly, hockey was better than ever and he was with Marco.
Marco's classes ended early one day and he headed for the house. He knew Dylan had an early practice that evening and should be home in about two hours. He stopped by the store, picked up food for dinner and decided right then and there, he was getting his husband back for good. He sighed happily as he made dinner that night.
Dylan came home and found only candlelight. Soft music was playing and a delicious smell was wafting from the kitchen. He dropped his stuff by the door, thankful he decided to shower at the rink, and went to find Marco. He pushed through the swinging door and gasped. Marco was standing in the kitchen, dressed in tight jeans and a tight shirt. The ones he commented on a few years ago, before things went bad.
"Hey, honey. How was practice?" inquired Marco.
"Good. Coach was finally in a good mood again. What is all of this?"
"Dinner. Sit down. It's almost ready." Marco said as he turned to fuss with a few last things.
Dylan watched him with mild curiosity, "Why did you do this?"
Marco shook his head, "Just shut up and enjoy it. Conversation will be for after dinner, well at least that one."
Dylan kept the conversation light through the meal but continued to watch Marco for some sign. He was coming up empty and it was beginning to drive him crazy.
Marco led the way back to the living room and sat on the couch. He patted the cushion next to him and waited for Dylan to sit.
Dylan sat but looked at him with burning curiosity. "What is this about?"
"I love you."
"I love you, too. Still confused though."
"Then don't interrupt me. I want you to move back here permanently. I want you in our home, our room, and our bed. I miss you. Yes, these last five years has been hell but I know we are strong enough to get through them. Please say you'll come home." Marco said, almost pleading.
Dylan did a good fish impression before managing to form words. "You want me to move back here? I don't know what to say…"
"I'd try yes. Do you want to make this work, Dyl?"
"Yes, I want our marriage to work. It's the only thing that seems to make sense these days. I love you so much, Marco. I'd love to come home." Dylan said pulling Marco into his lap.
The couple kissed on the couch for a while before Marco pulled away, "I know I want you back but right now, I think sex should wait. We are trying to build a foundation again."
Dylan was harder than granite but he agreed. "That's fine. Let's go to bed."
Marco smiled as he slid off his husband's lap and walked toward the bedroom.
The following day was a Saturday and Marco called Paige and Chad, "Hey, Chad. How's Paige?"
"I wanted to know if you would like to come to dinner tonight?"
"Good see you and Paige at six."
His next call was to James. James agreed to dinner after talking to Leslie.
Marco sat back in his desk chair with a triumphant smile. His smile became wider as he felt hands on his shoulders and lips against his neck.
Dylan looked at his husband, "What has you smiling like the Cheshire cat?"
Marco swiveled around, "Dinner party at six tonight. James, Leslie, Tess, Chad and Paige will be here. I'm announcing that you are moving home for good."
"Good reason to smile. Good food, good wine, good friends and an annoying little sister who is so pregnant she wants to throttle her husband. Have I mentioned that I'm glad I'm gay and you can't get pregnant?"
Marco laughed, "Not today but that's fine."
Sorry it's so short but I wanted the dinner party to be next. It seemed like a good place to end. I won't make you wait too long as long as I get 5 reviews by Saturday…