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pub. lib. Current Mood: but a little rushed! Current Music: Alan Parsons-A. Ave.(cd), Placido Domingo-La Vie En Rose
Story by Tess2645/Kdoc27
The last thing Marco remembered when he woke up with an oxygen mask attached to his face, was looking in the viewing-mirror and seeing blood everywhere.
And pain.
Pain that seemed to come from everywhere at once.
He remembered calling Dylan's name...
He must've fainted then, because the next thing he knew everyone seemed to be talking at once and...
Dylan was ...fighting?
With one of the doctors!
He remembered hearing say;"We're going to have to try a spinal block!"
He couldn't seem to catch his breath...
And when had it got so cold in here?
And what was happening to his little Rose?..
That was how he thought of her; having decided that whatever her first name might end up being, that her middle-name would be Roselisa.
They were still all arguing over her official name.
Since Paige had donated the eggs, Alex felt she should have at least part of her wife's name.
For once, Paige seemed content with the idea that someday they would explain it all to her niece.
She couldn't wait to be an 'aunt' and to take the two little girls shopping!
Dylan wanted her to have part if not all of Marco's name.
The grand parents didn't seem to care as long as they got to baby-sit!
Someone called for whole-blood, and a nurse started asking him all sorts of questions.
Marco finally realized they were trying to keep him awake, trying to keep him from going into shock.
The activity around his lower-half increased, and so did the traffic in and out of the room.
The bed(operating-table, his mind whispered) was lowered, so he couldn't see in the mirror anymore, and something was injected into the IV line in his arm; there was a bag of blood (that seemed to empty very quickly) added too, along with the bag of saline.
Heavy wool blankets were tucked round his body, and round each leg, though by then his teeth were chattering, and he was having trouble concentrating on what the nurse was saying to him.
He was soo tired, but too worried about what was happening to want to sleep!
He'd heard mothers bemoaning how long they'd carried a kid, 'only to have etc...'
And now, here he was thinking something similar, and the kid wasn't even officially 'here' yet!
Marco smiled at this thought, but he happened to notice gloved hands replacing the empty blood-bag with another one... It stopped him, widened his eyes; he reached out and grabbed onto Nurse Smith's wrist.
Lips trembling, eyes trying to watch what everyone was doing, Marco tried to ask a question...
"Rose?..I...Why..?" he panted out.
Feeling his grip on hr loosening, till his fingers were only resting on her arm; she tried to get his attention: "Marco! Marco" she spoke his name sharply, trying to make eye contact.
Because she was looking at his face, she noticed when fresh sweat broke out on his brow; which seemed to grow paler before her eyes...
Marco seemed transfixed on the IV pole where another bag of blood had replaced the first two.
'Miscarriage' he thought...just that one word..
And for a moment his heart stopped beating.
Louder yelling...more electronic chaos from the machines!
Then he was hyperventilating; his hand gripped Nurse Smith's tightly for a second, but fell away limply as he lost consciousness...
For a time he only drifted in the quiet, painless darkness...
He saw Dylan.
In the kitchen of their apartment in the city...
The one they'd moved to when it was decided that he should be closer to the hospital...
He saw him look out of the window...saw/felt him jump at the flash of lightening...
Yes, his big strong, fearless, tough as nails husband didn't like(we won't say was afraid of) storms.
It never occurred to Marco that he might be dreaming...
When he did wonder how he could be seeing this/where was he, the darkness rose up to fill everything again...
He saw himself waking in their bed, alone, but the warm spot next to him said Dylan hadn't been gone long.
The sensation of watching himself, and Being himself was a little dizzying at first...till that feeling of being not quite alone, that he associated with ...his prayers seemed to wrap round his...body/mind?...and it was fine to just ...experience...
The lightening flashes were still distant enough not to worry Dylan much as he looked out of the window over the sink; the thunder however, was...well...
'Maybe a rinse and stack would do for now' he decided!
Surprising his love with breakfast in bed today had turned out even better than he'd hoped!
The look on Marco's face...
The brightness of unshed tears in his eyes as he reached out with one finger to touch the single Daffodil...
Dylan had put the bed-tray down beside the bedroom door before peeking to see if Marco was still in bed.
Of course not!
The bathroom door was ajar and he heard water running.
He quickly straightened the bed, fluffing the pillows, and adding the big one Marco used when he had to stay in bed and read to pass the time; the cover he left turned back invitingly.
Marco smiled sleepily at him as he came out , and before he could wonder what Dylan was doing back in here...
Dylan was pulling him gently to him for a good-morning kiss.
"Hi." Dylan said as he pulled back and smiled down at him. "Your breakfast is getting cold."
Before Marco could answer him, Dylan; distracted as he often got kissing his adorable husband, kissed him again, deeply...feeling his heart flip as Marco smiled against his lips.
"I tho.." Marco began as Dylan pulled away again, but finding himself suddenly lifted into his husband's arms made him draw in a quick, surprised gasp.
"So what, you're gonna carry me to the kitchen?" Marco sputtered out, starting to giggle. "I do weigh just a little more these days!" he finished, glancing meaningfully at his swollen belly.
Dylan grinned at him, his eyes twinkling. "Me big tough Hockey-Hunk!"
"Oh yeah?" Marco teased, "Well, my husband is a Coach, if we get caught he'll beat you up! So we better hurry!"
His lips covered Dylan's; they were parted in mock alarm, and the tip of Marco's tongue sliding between them made him shiver deliciously!
Marco looked up at his husband, surprise and puzzlement clear on his face as he put him back in bed, but sitting up against the big, dark blue 'reading-in-bed-pillow', as Dylan still called it.
"Dyl..wha..?" Marco began, but Dylan kissed him quickly, placed a gentle finger his lips, and winked, before going out and returning with the tray.
Dylan had put 'Dennis The Menace' on, because even though they'd watched it about a million times; Marco loved the music. Also, since around the middle of 'their' fourth month it was always in one of the dvd-players, even if they'd watched something else on that player the night before.
Dylan refused to even think about what this might mean!
At last, all of the bacon(Canadian American)hashbrowns, pancakes , and eggs was finished; they weren't kidding about the 'eating for two' part! Dylan was just glad he(Marco) could keep it all down!
Marco's other favorite, for both watching and for the music and songs was 'The Little Mermaid'.
Though if asked, Dylan would've said it was ...o.k...; only Marco knew...
The memory of the first time they'd watched it together would always be special to both of them, but especially for Marco who was two months along, and trying to believe his doctor when he insisted that the mood swings should be over!
Yeah...right.
They'd both used a lot of the tissues; Dylan had hidden his smirk when Marco brought out the box, that was different shades of gold, only to find himself reaching for them, sometimes at the same time as his enchantingly sweet love.
At the end, they'd begun to make love; slowly and sweetly as the credits ran...
Thunder had begun to rumble in the distance as kissing Marco, and lifting the tray, he whispered "I promise I won't be long."
Marco loves storms; Dylan has learned to handle them better, but without something to distract him(preferably Marco!) they still make him...a little... edgy...
As Dylan was returning; just opening the door to their room, there was a particularly loud clap of thunder.
The lights went out!
"Oh, crap!" Dylan growled, thinking 'now what?', as he hesitated in the doorway; hopping they'd come back on quickly.
"Dyl?" Marco called, starting to get up, knowing exactly how his husband felt about thunderstorms.
"Just hang on a minute, I"ll be right back." Dylan said, heading back to the kitchen to get the emergency candles.
When he got there, he got an idea...
Dylan went to a couple different drawers, and cabinets, and the living-room, before returning to their room with his arms full, and a knowing smile on his face.
Marco saw the smile briefly in the lightening flashes, and watched with interest, curious as to what his storm-shy husband might be up to!
Dylan lined the little shelf that ran along the headboard of the king-sized waterbed with candles; the mirrors in the top reflected the light, making it quite bright. The portable stereo, that held two cd's and switched over automatically; Dylan put on the dresser, in front of more candles.
"I think thats bright enough... to read by, don't you?" he asked a bemused but delighted Marco. When he held up the battery-powered cam-corder, Marco nodded, grinning, and clapping his hands in delight!
Marco's eyes followed his love...
Lover...
Husband!
Followed him to the little pink, orange, and yellow bookcase in the corner...near the bent-wood rocking-chair...that sat next to the antique cradle...
Dylan had built the bookcase from a kit, but the colors were his own choices; pink for the outside and back wall inside, orange for the shelves, and yellow for the stain on the glass doors.
Thinking of all this as he watched him select a book from their daughter's growing collection, Marco was so filled with love and gratitude for Dylan and their life together...as well as the child they would soon be sharing it with, that he was almost unaware of whispering the prayer in his heart aloud...
'Oh Lord, in thy strength the king will be glad,
And in thy salvation how greatly he will rejoice!
Thou has given him his hearts desire,
And thou hast not withheld the request of his lips
for thou dost meet him with the blessings of good things...
Coming back with a book of fairytales; Dylan can hear the whispered Italian...
Seeing the tears that seep from beneath Marco's lashes, he touches his face...
The lovely dark eyes open, and Marco smiles such a warm happy smile at him...
The kiss, that started out as a quick peck...ends when the forgotten book hits the floor!