Date Night
kdoc27
May 29th, 2014( .4/05/15)
Current Location:
still(sigh!)
Current Mood:
amused, Oh, the possibilities...
Current Music:
T. Petty-HP, Cheap Trick-HT,Pi Fl.-Ani.s, APP-A.A
The reporter made herself comfortable in the chair across from Dylan and chatted with him for a few minutes about what she wanted to cover in this interview.
had gotten used to coming to the big house on the out-skirts of Toronto and talking to the 'Leafs forward and his husband, but this was her first time back since the two of them became parents.
Being Italian herself, she fully appreciated all the female attention the young couple were getting from 'the families'. The women in both of the boys' families loved them, of course.
Had given them their blessings when they decided to get married, helped to make that wedding a memorable occasion with all the arguments and changes that finally came together in such a special and magical ceremony that it still brought tears to their eyes when most of them thought of it.
But trusting two BOYS(!), even though they were now both nearing 30, to deal with a new-born baby alone!?
(Dylan)
"Both 'Mama' and 'Poppa' Del Rossi volenteered to babysit little Rosie so Marco and I could go out alone together, you know to just have dinner and see a movie by ourselves.
Everyone said it was time and that we could use a real break from it all.
And it sure sounded good...to both of us.
Marco teased his parents that they just wanted to make sure that we kept up their tradition of having a 'Date-Night' like they did, even though they don't call it that.
They just call it their night out, with many blushes and much lip-biting and lots of embarrassed looks; all over the word 'date'!
Marco says that's probably because theirs was and arranged marriage, and they never really got to 'date' each other...not exactly.
He says that Carmine 'noticed' Rosalia in church.
She noticed him noticing and after he had 'noticed' often enough, she smiled at him.
After that, there was a lot of glancing at each other and smiles and blushes whenever their eyes just happened to meet.
Soon his mother had a talk with his(Carmines) father.
He noticed.
Eventually, Carmines father had a 'chat' with Rosalia's father.
They were, after a whole lot of not very romantic rituals, married without spending much more than an hour or so actually alone together!
Too weird!
Our little Angel Rosellisa was just a little over four months old and so far everything was still new and exciting(though sometimes exhausting!) to both of us.
She'd grown a little, so they all (Marco, the gra'mas, aunts,etc...) finally let me bathe and change her too.
Sometimes.
Yeah, I was really nervous about it too, at first; she's so small and my hands are big.
I got to feed her more in the middle of the night at first, cos her crib is on my side of the bed and Marco didn't recover as fast as Paige did(big surprise huh?!)after the delivery, so he just couldn't move that fast back then.
The first time Rosie cried to be fed was about two hours after we put her to bed, but couldn't go to sleep ourselves(or even go lay down!) because neither one of us wanted to do anything but stand there and stare at her, and grin at each other!
We finally got into bed, but were just lying there pretending not to be waiting for it.
We got this really cool baby formula that goes from a can to the fridge to the microwave, and all the women made sure we practiced getting the temperature just-right as well as the 'proper' way to hold her for this.
So, anyway, I leaped out of bed, scooped her up and sat down on the floor between her crib and our bed.
"Hey, shhh Rosie, it's o.k., I've got you...see...daddy's got ya!" I whispered, like... she was all ready awake aye?!
I had her, blanket and all mostly in one hand, God she was so small, while I got a bottle out and popped it in the mic'. to warm with the other.
Marco, still sore from all the stitches and all the rest of it that a male body isn't ever supposed to have to deal with was still working on just getting up!
Yeah, he managed to feel guilty about that too.
Did I mention the hormones are still not completely out of his system yet?
By the time I looked up he was stretched across the bed watching.
I scooted over and Marco edged forward enough to put his chin on my shoulder.
Dylan stopped, talking, staring off into that time...
Francesca smiled gently at him and, shushing the 'go-get-'em', 'get-the-story-now' editor in her head, and waited.
(Dylan)
What a night that had been.
After all that had gone wrong; the early birth, all the problems with the actual delivery, fearing he would loose both of them...then, after all the blood they'd had to pump into Marco...the coma...
No, they(Marco's Dr.'s), nor Marco had wanted to tell him about that!
It had been Mrs. DelRossi(Ma to him now) who had told him...
"Just so You know, He really will be o.k. now Deelan!" She'd said.
Then she'd told him about something that had happened to Marco a long time ago, something about meeting his long dead grandfather in a dream like something out of a kids fantasy of candy-land.
Dylan had almost had to threaten Dr. Levinson before he would tell him that Marco's heart had stopped...briefly.
But to Dylan, there was nothing brief about a period of time long enough for his precious love to have some sort of... vision...what had she said to him about...
Something about...'strawberries the size of... apples?
No, he had not asked Marco about it...not even later, when he finally believed they were out of the woods and nothing else bad would happen.
Maybe in a few...years!
That first night back at the apartment, getting Rosie settled in her crib for the first time.
And properly recording all this on film/dvd of course.
Getting everybody to finally LEAVE!...and give the new family some private-time together, their first really, since their first few days together had been in the hospital, and felt more like some kind of 'reality' show!
Finally getting to see his daughter in the crib he had made for her himself.
Getting to see Marco hold her in his arms and rock in the bent-wood-rocker by her bookcase.
Yeah, getting to feed her first later that night had been...
Really something.
The most amazing thing, and to Dylan soo many things about this whole time in their lives just seemed...almost like something he was... dreaming(just too wonderful to really be happening to HIM!) had happened just before Rosie let out that first demanding squall...
Dylan had been lying beside Marco, both of them just waiting, thinking nothing really...and then Marco had...not really tensed, but...his ...attention had shifted...almost like he heard someone calling him...or something like that.
About two, maybe three seconds after...
Rosie, and he(Dylan) had been up and in motion.
He had forgotten all about it, till later, while he held a finally sleeping Marco.
His arms had tightened even more round this amazing man who is his husband, not even trying to wipe away the tears that filled and finally spilled silently down his face.
Paige, Ma, and his own mom had told him, but to see that...
Marco would probably kill him if he ever called him that, but ...
Marco had reacted to their daughter just like they'd all said a mother...just does.
He had heard her before she actually cried!
A/N: just ficing/fixing a...couple of lines...just took almost half an hour, and I have two vid's plauing with out warning...Will try again tomorrow...SORRY!