Next Time We'll Adopt! Tess2645Kdoc27 Chapter 9, a degrassi fanfic

Chapter 9-A

Tess2645/Kdoc27

Dylan was pushing the door open, walking to the bed; drawn to that smile, the look in those tired but lovely dark eyes.
It was a look that had nothing to do with hospital beds, doctors, or other people who might come in...or even exist!

Marco pulled the oxygen mask up, letting it sit on his head like a pair of sunglasses.

Dylan slipped his fingers into that now somewhat tangled, dark softness as his lips claimed Marco's.

The heart monitor went berserk!

Nurses came running, only to stop with the door half-open, and just stand there and stare at their patient.
They couldn't decide whether to be annoyed, or amused!

Finally, Dylan notices all the loud wild beeping of the monitor, and lifts his face to smile (a little smugly) down at Marco.

Marco narrows his eyes at him, but before he can say anything, Dylan takes hold of the hand that had left his(Dylan's) hair to fall back onto the bed curled into an annoyed fist.
Dylan puts the back of that hand against his chest so Marco can feel the wild thudding of his own heart.

Marco stared up at him, the annoyance fading from his face.
Turning his hand over, pressing his palm against that thudding; drawing Dylan closer with the look in his eyes as they stared into his mesmerized husbands'.

Dylan's fingertips gently cradled Marco's face, his heart beating even faster.

In that moment, Marco knew...that He was the only thought in Dylan's mind.

Remembering what his grandmother had said,(and knowing she was right) he also remembered all that he'd put this big, strong, wonderful person(who put Him before everything else in his life) through these last few months.

The regret was large and bitter.

Marco kissed Dylan like he intended to make up for all the misery here and now!

Stopping him never even entered Dylan's mind.
He sank into that kiss, forgetting everything but the feel of Marco's lips beneath his, Marco alive and well enough to smile at him, wanting him enough to kiss him like this...

Hormone induced troubles weren't even a blip on his radar...

Marco had found out where his temper came from years ago; when his parents went through a particularly complicated few months.
He had feared that they might separate, it had been that bad for a while.
Some of the arguments so awful; Marco remembered hiding in his room, the pillow over his head: trying to not hear them yelling at each other.

His father had just opened his own garage; but that had at first meant more time spent at work than before, and less 'cash'!

Mrs. Del Rossi hadn't been manager of her section of the drugstore where she works for long.
The paper-work and meetings, (and one employee who felt the promotion should've gone to Her) made her feel like maybe she'd taken on too much!
The family needed the extra money right now, but the strain was making it seem like nowhere near enough.

Though Rosalia worried the most, it turned out they both had serious tempers!

That was when Marco found out what a good counselor could do for people who'd just gotten too tangled up in 'Life' to remember to take care of each other...and their love, first.

Father 'Mo had seemed to work miracles between them; that was when his parents had started having their Wednesday 'Movie-Nights'.

Marco would never forget; though he'd surprised even himself when he'd refused to give Dylan another chance unless they got counseling!

At their last session, Fr.'Mo had told them he felt their love would do the rest, but he'd be there for them if they ever needed him.
And he still was.
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When they finally broke for air, Dylan had lifted him from the bed(somehow they hadn't disturbed the I.V!) and into his arms.
Dylan blinked round at the hospital room as if he'd totally forgotten where they were!

Marco pulled his head down, so their foreheads rested together as their breathing returned to normal.
"My god, Marco!" Dylan panted, swallowing, and trembling a little.
"Big Jerk!... Love you !" Marco panted back at him through smiling lips.
"You too...So much..!" Dylan said, easing his husband back down onto the bed, and taking his hand.

Dylan's eyes sparkled as he grinned down at him; "You did it! She's beautiful and perfect and beautiful...!"

At that moment, it all came rushing in/crashing down...on/in Marco...too.

They were squeezing each others' hands, trembling and gasping...like they'd both just run for miles...

Then, suddenly:tears and laughter, yells, whoops, in two languages!
You'd have thought they were celebrating the end of some sporting event maybe, instead of the birth of a baby!

The proud grandparents tore themselves away from the nursery eventually.

So they were all there with Marco and Dylan when the doctor came back to tell them that apparently Marco is fine and will be moved out of I.C. shortly.

This doctor said that all his tests seemed to show an amazing amount of recovery for so short an amount of time.
He couldn't understand it, and promised they'd be monitoring Marco very closely for the next few hours.
He left muttering to himself about 'miracles' under his breath.

Marco only smiled gently and a little secretly.
He looked up at his mother, who was holding his hand, and the smile widened and brightened till she gave him a questioning look.

Marco got Dylan's attention, and their 'telepathy' must've been working, because without a word, Dylan got everyone to say their goodbyes and head out to see Rosie one more time before leaving the hospital for the evening.

Dylan poked his head back into the room.
"I'll be back!" he told Marco.
He could tell him later about using the 'apartment' there till Marco and Rosie were allowed to go home too.

Marco nodded at his husband, then looked at his mom again, still smiling that somewhat mysterious smile.
"What is it Marco?" she asked a little hesitantly.

"Sit down a minute, o.k. mama?" he asked softly.
Rosalia frowned a little, but pulled the bed-side chair round so she could sit facing him.
Marco reached out to her, and she took his hand in both of hers, staring silently, and a little worriedly into his eyes.

Smiling a little, he took a deep breath, and said: "I'm supposed to tell you, and I am quoting here, 'The strawberries here are as big as apples.'"
"Does that mean any..." Marco stopped when his mother's eyes went large and round with shock!

"Dio mio!" Rosalia exclaimed, crossing herself!
Marco grinned, laughing and squeezing her hands.
"Marco, dove hai sentito, come fai a sperlo...!?" She swallowed, trying to catch her breath.
When his mother had calmed down enough to speak again, she whispered.
"I used to ask my mother why she liked strawberries so much when apples were so much bigger...but Marco, that was ...I was a little girl then..." she trailed off, looking away from him.
She seemed to be looking back through the years, and her eyes misted over a little.

Rosalia started suddenly, she stared at Marco; several emotions passed over her face.
"Marco...is that why...?" she asked.
"I think so. I had tea with Nonna, and I'm better! Just like..." he looked at his mother, and she, looking back at him, biting her lips, nodded.

"Just like when you had that fever when you were small...and Papa..."
She held his hand tightly, the tears shining in her eyes, but not falling.
"Oh my baby!" She let go of his hand, held up a finger as she wiped her eyes. and picked up her purse.

"I bring you something. I thought I'd never...but.." Out of her purse she took a small box; pressing it into Marco's hand she said; "My father made it for me. You loved it as much as I did once. Now your little girl can have it. And mm-maybe, someday..."

She unfastened the clasp and opened the lid.
Inside the well varnished box decorated with intricate carvings, and lined with now faded velvet, was a hand-made rattle.

Of course, the doctor showed up then, with two nurses.
They had come to move Marco to a private room.
Rosalia kissed his forehead.
"I' see you tomorrow my baby. I love you!" And she was crying again.
Carmine had waited for her and she went into his arms, whispering through her tears:"Oh Carmie, our baby...has baby!"

It didn't take long to get Marco transferred to a private room.

They told him the I.V. tube and oxygen mask, could be dispensed with unless something went wrong.
Marco was glad of this, though they still had him connected to the monitors.

He wasn't too crazy about a nurse giving him a sponge-bath either, and was pretty sure he wasn't hungry either...

Till he took the first couple of bites!

Though he'd never liked hospital food, Marco had to admit that the soup, salad, and roasted chicken weren't too bad.
The chocolate mousse tasted entirely too strange, but the herbal tea was just fine.

Marco nodded off before finishing his tea.

When Dylan came to the room, the gentle smile on his sleeping husbands face made him smile too, even as his eyes misted, and he had to swallow a couple of times to get the lump out of his throat.

Dylan's fingers trailed lightly down Marco's cheek.
"I love you ..." he whispered as he pressed his lips gently to his forehead.
He stared at this face that would be gone again when the weight started to come off.
It was so like the face he'd first fallen in love with...

Dylan had loved watching Marco sleep since the first time they'd fallen asleep watching movies together.

It had happened at Dylan's house one Saturday-night.

Dylan's parents were out, and so was Paige.

The boys had put the couch cushions on the floor, and were sharing a bowl of popcorn.
Soon they were sharing one of the big overstuffed cushions; Marco's back against Dylan's warm chest.

Dylan woke up curled round Marco like he was some life-sized teddy-bear!

The older boy had eased back gently, trying not to wake new...friend?...'crush'..?

He stared down at him; the slightly parted dark-pink, almost red lips(his tongue slid over his own lips, as he remembered the sensation of kissing those lips)the wonder of those so dark curling lashes against that lovely skin, with it's 'permanent-tan'.

Dylan rarely allowed himself to get really involved with anyone, when it started to feel like it might get serious, he usually ran...

But this boy...
Was just...different somehow.
This slide so easy...so natural.
Dylan might have been lost from day-one!

Looking at Marco now, he had to admit, he never seen anything more beautiful.

Now, in this cold, clinical room; Dylan pulls the chair over, sits with it turned round, so he can rest his arm across the back of it, his chin on that arm, and just stares...

Surrendering to the still intoxicating enchantment that is watching Marco sleep.

Dylan, in a state almost like meditation, close to dropping off himself, when he has an idea...

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Marco woke feeling well rested and...excited!?

He felt almost like when you wake on the first day of summer break...or maybe more like..
Yeah, like his birthday.
No, that still didn't feel like it.

Christmas.
That's it!
Marco felt like he used to on Christmas morning when he was a kid!

He laughed when he realized this, and saying a quick few words to his Lord(sure he found this pretty amusing too)sat up and stretched...or started to...

The taped-on patches, that connected him to the monitors quickly reminded him where he was,when they pulled at the hairs on his chest!

Blinking round at the room, confused him for a minute, because it didn't look like a hospital room.

Then he remembered...

The 'living module' that had been set up for couples who had a really hard time with the process, and needed to be at the hospital so much that it was simpler to just move them in.

Marco had only seen this place once; they had shown it to him and Dylan as part of the tour, way back when they were starting the injections phase of things.

There were cameras everywhere.
Dylan had said no way they'd ever use it.
Said he couldn't imagine keeping his hands off him for that long.

But what was he doing here?

Rose was here.
They'd done it, she had been born and..

That was it!
That's why he feels like it's Christmas!

But...what was he doing here?
Then, he began to be aware of the deep,aching soreness bellow his belly, and wondered if something else had gone wrong.

Was he bleeding inside?
Had the left something inside him?
Would there have to be another operation before he could get out of here?

Marco clenched his fists, closed his eyes,and took a deep breath.
"Stop it! Just get a grip!" he muttered to himself through clenched teeth.
'They don't take you out of intensive care unless you're better, a whole lot more than 'better' actually' he thought to himself.

Marco glanced over at the bed next to his; saw that it had been slept in.
'So where..'
Before he could complete that thought, the door opened on Dylan.
He was pushing a cart with their breakfast and a vase of daffodils on it!

"Morning, 'Poppa'!"Dylan said grinning at him, and handing him the cup of tea.
Yeah, Clove/Peppermint!
Dylan wouldn't even consider trying it,said it smelled like old socks!
But it tasted good on Marco!

They weren't going to unhook Marco from all those monitors just so he could brush his teeth(he still refused to do it in bed and have to spit into a bedpan)but Dylan wanted a kiss Now!

Marco rolled his eyes at Dylan; who held his nose as Marco rinsed his mouth with the tea.
He'd barely swallowed, and Dylan was there, lips covering his, hands holding onto his face so he could kiss him thoroughly.

When Dylan released him, Marco licked his lips, and smirked a little; looking at Dylan through his lashes as he said: "I think you missed a spot..."
"No problem!" Dylan replied, and quickly claimed his mouth again!

Pulling back the second time, Dylan pointed a finger at his grinning husband:
"Now eat! No stalling! " he commanded."They're gonna bring Our Daughter in here as soon as we're done."
He seemed to be,(if that was possible) in even more of a hurry to see Rose, than Marco was.

Dylan pushed the cart over to the bed, depositing Marco's half of the food, along with the flowers on the tray-table.
Uncovering his own plate, Dylan wasted no time getting started.

"Dyl!?" Marco exclaimed before he got the first bite to his mouth.
His husband, who was wolfing his food down at an alarming rate, pointed at the bed-side table.

The little box was there, where Marco could reach it easily.

Marco grabbed a handful of Dylan's shirt, pulling him over and kissing his greasy lips!

Dylan almost choked, happiness exploding inside his chest...filling him up.

'God, this is so PERFECT... And now there's... We're REALLY a ...FAMILY!' he thought, staring into the eyes of his amazing...incredible... one: