"Marco, sit down baby, He'll call when he finds something. Just relax for a minute." Dylan pulled his boyfriend down on the sofa beside him. They were in the living room starting to watch Saw VI , which Dylan insisted on watching, and Marco barely payed any attention because he was so worried about the doctors call.
Three hours later
Dylan was in the kitchen starting up dinner, he made Marco take a warm bubble bath , because it'd help him get rid of his stressful feeling, and he didn' like seeing Marco stress. Dylan was chopping up tomatos for the salad he agreed to make. Marco was gonna make the pasta when he got out of the tub.
Dylan started to wonder off into thought, while he was chopping up the vegetable. "I wonder what the doctors will find. I really hope it's nothing that would take my Marco away from me. I love him so much and I don't know what'd I'd do if he was gone. I just wish he'd sto- SHIT!" Dylan exclaimed, cutting his the pad of his finger. He pulled his finger infront of himself and cringed.
"Babe, are you okay?" Marco rushed in, after hearing Dylan's loud outburst. He was dressed in a pair of grey jogging pants, socks, and one of Dylan's hockey jerseys. Marco's curls were about alittle passed his shoulder, alittle damp from his bath. Marco saw Dylan's finger and pulled him by the wrist to the sink to rinse it off with warm water.
"Baby, you need to be careful. What were you thinking?" Dylan hissed as his finger burned alittle. "It hurts." Dylan pouted but then smiled alittle, when Marco kissed at his finger. "Feel better? Dylan smiled, and leaned down to level up with Marco's face. "Yeah, but the pain struck up to my lips." Dylan move his lips for a kiss. Marco giggled, and pushed a dry towel into Dylan's face.
Dylan pouted, but made his way to the bathroom to take a shower. Marco started the noodles into the pot of water, turning the nob on high. He moved to the sauce, puting in all the alfredo ingredients, and putting the sauce into another pot on the stove. He figured he'd made some garlic bread, walking over and pulling it out of the freezer. He placed four bread sticks on a tray carefully and slipping them into the over.
Marco sat down at the kitchen table, waiting for a few minutes to stir the pasta sauce. Just as he thought he should get up the phone rang. Marco jumped up and got to the phone before the second ring. "Hello?" Marco said, hoping it was the doctor. "Marco, This is Dr. Sullivan. We have your results. Are you sitting down?" Marco stirred the noodle and pasta alittle, before tuning the stove off, and heading back to the couch to sit. "I'm sitting." Marco announced. "Marco,I know this will seem kind of shocking and impossible. But I need you to stay calm. Okay?" Dr. Sullivan said, voice sounding very serious.
"Okay. What's going on?" Marco voice dripped with curiousity, sitting back against the cushions.
Dr. Sullivan sighed and swallowed. He knew that Marco was probably gonna faint on the other end and he knew the suspension was killing him. "Your pregnant." Marco was sure his heart skipped atleast two beats and he swallowed. "What.....?" Marco said, throat going dry. "I know it's shocking but the test we have taken show that your infact pregnant. It's very rare but it's something you can't control."
Marco felt his heart beat alittle faster. "How can I?" "Marco, it's okay. It's a dangerous situation but everything will be fine." After about 20 more minutes of being on the phone with the doctor, Marco got up and started to stir aimlessly at the sauce.
Dylan was down with his shower, walking back into the kitchen shirtless, muscles all over his body flexin, and Marco didn't hear him come in. Dylan wrapped his arms around Marco's waist locking his fingers together, he started to kiss at Marco's neck. "Dyylann..stopp." Marco moaned, knowing Dylan was teasing him by kissing him on his neck. "Let's eat dinner first babe." Marco merged the pasta and sauce together. He stirred until it looked ready, setting the table, and fixing their plates.
They sat down talking about the day, the doctors visit, and what'd they do the next day.
"Um Dylan. Dr. Sullivan called." Marco said, hesitating alittle as he tried to tell the news.
"What'd he say?" Dylan looked across the table at his boyfriend. Marco took a deep breath before he just started crying. "I'm so sorry Dylan. I've messed everything up. I'm a horrible person. I fucked up your life." Marco started to sob. Dylan moved over to Marco's side, pulling him up into a hug. "Marco, what's worng? Babyy, tell me." Dylan pleaded at the younger boy, but Marco kept sobbing. Dylan sat down in the chair Marco was in and pulled the boy onto his lap. "Marco, tell me."
Though sobbing and small cries Marco muttered a confession. "What?" Dylan looked at the boy unsude of what he said, pulling his fast up to look him in the eye. Left hand claiming Marco's left cheek and right hand holding his chin in place. "Marco.." Dylan spoke again.
"I'm pregnant...."
