"What?!?!?! your pregnant......" Ellie hissed, while Paige took a deep breath as she stood over them. "Wow hun. Are you sure?" Ellie said back looking at the couple surprised. "Yes, I'm sure and I'm so scared." Marco put his head down on the table. Dylan started to rub at his back and pulling Marco back up.

"Well, you know my dad's not gonna take me being pregnant well." Marco leaned against Dylans shoulder. "He's already awkward about me being gay. He's uneasy about Dylan and I already know he's gonna flip when we tell them." Marco groaned, hiding his face into Dylan chest.

"Marco, it's gonna be fine. your mom will be completely thrilled. Who cares about your dad hun." Paige spoke up, as she placed their drinks on the table. Her and Spinner were back together and engaged. "Paige, his dad will go crazy. I can understand why he's worried." Ellie looked up at Paige.

"When are you guys going over there?" Ellie looked over at the two across from her. She was dressed in a black and red plaid shirt, black skinny jeans, and her red hair hung down her shoulders.

"We're going over there tonight. We thought sooner than later ya know?" Dylan said, before leaning down to kiss Marco on the cheek.

"Well, good luck. Call us tonight and tell us how it went." Ellie said, kissing them both of the cheek.


Dylan and Marco were on there way to Marco's parents house. Marco was leaning against the passenger window thinking about his relationships in the past with his parents.

"Dad, I'm gay." Marco said, as he was on the stage for the school play. Marco sighed, as he remember his fathers horrified expression, seeing him leave the audience. Marco knew this would drive his father up a wall. It was bad enough he was gay but gay and pregnant. He wouldn't be surprised if his dead had a heart attack.

Marco's thoughts moved to his mother. Bless her soul. When she told him that night after breaking up with Dylan. He could see her disappointed look on her face but was so thankful she loved him for who he was. She was the best mother a boy could ask for. He didnt think he'd be able to survive without her.

The more I remember, the more I want to see what's gonna happen in the next few hours after we get there. Marco said, being knocked out of thought when the car stops. "We're here." Dylan announced, looking over at Marco. The boy looked so stressed and tired. Dylan was gonna make sure that he made marco feel alittle better about himself when they got home.

"Are you ready?" Dylan asked, blue orbs melting into chocolate ones. 'As ready as I'll ever be babe." Marco said, openning his door and getting out. Dylan followed suit, wrapping an arm around Marco's waist. "Hey Dylan, I need to tell you something after dinner okay?" Marco looked up at Dylan. "Of course baby." Dylan smiled, pecking Marco's lips, sighing then opening the door.


Marco and his mom were in the kitchen fixing the table, while Dylan and Marco's dad were in the living room watching a rugby game.

"Mom, I need to tell you something. It's important." Marco said, leaning against the counter arms crossed. Mrs. Del Rossi sat stood opposite from Marco looking into her sons eyes. "What is it honey?"

Her eyes looked worried at what Marco would say next. "I...I'm-...I'm pregnant." Marco finally pushed out. Her eyes went wide and she put her right hand against her chest. "Oh my...." She gasped, sitting down against on a chair.

"When? How? Why?" She started to ramble until Marco shushed her. "Mom, it's hard to explain. Just please tell me I have your support. Please ma." Marco got on one knee infront of her. "Of course you do but...I thought this would be impossible...." She said looking down.

"What?!" Marco looked up at her. "Nothing son." She said, looking away. "Ma, you thought what would be impossible?" Marco stood up, looking down at her. "Marco, I mean to tell you bfeore you mvoed out but......" She sighed, she didn't know how she'd tell him this. "Marco when you were born you had both....We had got it sewed up and as you grew it closed and you were a boy. But you still have the eggs, and everything to have a kid. Doctors just moved everything around so you could live a happy life as a boy. But you could ya know.."

"Ma, you should've told me. I would've understood this more. What am I gonna do?" Marco frowned. "Your gonna have to get unsewed and stuff. In order to have the baby. I'm really sorry hun but I just didn't know how." She sighed, a tear rolling down her face.

"Mom, how am I gonna tell Dylan. He's gonna for sure hate me now." Marco sighed, walking out of the kitchen and into the bathroom.


"So why ar eyou two so quiet tonight, we've talked about everything and you two are really quiet." Mr. Del Rossi spoke up at the two boys. 'Dad, we need to tell you something...." Marco quietly said, Dylan holding his hand under the table. "Yes son?" Mr. Del Rossi looked over their scared faces. "What is it..?" Marco sighed, squeezing Dylan's hand. "I'm pregnant."

Mr. Del Rossi could be seen turning red and threw his plate at Marco hitting him in the head. Marco yelped as he wa shit but then fell unconscious. Dylan's face contorted in anger as he jumped across the table and started wrestling with the older male. 'How fucking dare you hurt him! He's your son. Why can't you just accept him!" Dylan yelled, as they traded blows.

Mrs. Del Rossi knelled on the floor by her son and picking up his cell of the table. "Yes! I need the police and an ambulance my son has been hurt. my husband and his fiance are fighting. Yes please. hurry!" She spoke again before hanging up the phone.