Author's Note: Here you are :)

Marco stared back at him, watching his clothes stick to his body, his hair falling in front of his face. He laughed, knowing how much Dylan disliked being out in the rain. Rebecca walked out of her puddle, her feet covered in dirt. Marco rolled his eyes, and turned back to Dylan.

"I—I…" he started, trying to find the right words. "I love you," he said, his eyes filling with tears. "I love you so much."

Dylan walked closer to him, forgetting, for a moment, all the pain they had gone through to get to such a time. He held his arms out invitingly, and Marco gladly jumped into them. Marco, now at a higher position than the other man, had to lean down to kiss him.

Rebecca laughed giddily, clapping her hands. Marco didn't care how crazy they must have looked to anyone else. He didn't detach his lips for what felt like days.

"I love you too," said Dylan breathlessly.

Marco decided to lessen Dylan's load by letting himself down. They stared at one another without a word, water cascading down both of their bodies. Dylan, no matter how much he despised the cold water, refused to move from his spot. He didn't want to take his eyes off the other man for a second. He was afraid if he blinked, Marco would be gone again.

"Come on," said Marco. "Rebecca's getting cold; let's go inside."

Dylan nodded, but neither one moved. It was almost impossible to believe that they found themselves…together after so long. Their love seemed almost like one of those unbelievable and predictable movies except it wasn't predictable. In a romance movie, they will end up together in the end. In life, that doesn't always happen.

"Daaaaaddy," Rebecca whined, stamping her foot to awaken them.

Marco blinked. "Oh, right."

"Let's go," Dylan laughed, grabbing Marco's hand, entwining their fingers together slowly.

Rebecca walked ahead of the two of them back into the apartment building, for Dylan and Marco were too absorbed in each other to walk, so their niece ended up in the building before they were nearing the stairs.

When Marco and Dylan finally arrived in their apartment, Rebecca decided it was time for dessert. Therefore, they had to go change, due to her orders.

Marco and Dylan went into their bedroom happily. Marco's mouth was beginning to hurt from smiling so much. He opened his drawer as Dylan watched from the other side of the room.

"Yo—you going to bring all your stuff here again?" asked Marco. He couldn't believe this was happening.

Dylan nodded. "Do you mind if I sit on the bed? I'm all wet." Marco waved his hand, saying he didn't care.

"So, I never got my answer," said Dylan, while Marco pulled his soaked shirt over his head, throwing it into his hamper.

"About?" asked Marco, pulling on a new dry shirt, much to Dylan's disappointment.

"You know, my points," said Dylan, staring intently as Marco removed his pants. Was he putting on a show or something?

"Oh," he laughed, removing his last article of clothing. The underwear. As soon as they were off, however, a dry pair was put on. Damn shame.

Marco tilted his head to one side. "I'd offer you clothes…"

"I have another shirt around here," said Dylan, waving him off. "I know. You're too short."

Marco rolled his eyes. "I have to take you shopping," he said, letting Dylan wrap his strong arms around him.

"I'll get my stuff from home. That is…if you want me to move back in with you," said Dylan, bringing him in even closer.

"Of course I do!" said Marco. "And I'm taking you shopping anyway," he added, rolling his eyes. "You don't have much of a selection."

"If you must," he gave in, loving the fact that it brought such a huge smile to the other man's face.

"Shopping…tomorrow…me and my husband."

"I really hope the shock will fade soon," said Dylan with a laugh.

"I kind of like it," said Marco. He brought himself in even closer until they were connected. He pushed himself up onto his toes—

"How long are you taking in there?" asked Rebecca, annoyed. "Can we please eat!"

"Impatient," Dylan commented. He shook his head, "Tsk, just like her daddy."

Marco looked at him, eyebrow raised. "What?" he asked.

"You're as good as," said Dylan, shrugging.

Marco smiled. "I think we could be a family," he said. "It may take a while…"

"I'm willing to work at this…I'm going to be better this time around, Marco," said Dylan sincerely. "You and Rebecca mean so much to me."

"Like I said, we can do this," said Marco, pulling out of his arms. "Dessert girl waits impatiently."

Marco, Dylan, and Rebecca ate their cheesecake in the living room (Marco could bend the rules on such a wonderful night) while watching a movie. In fact, it was a Disney movie, Cinderella to be exact. Dylan had learned quickly that it was one of Rebecca's favorites. She and Marco had watched it almost three days a week before he came to stay. At first, Dylan had told Marco how sorry he felt for him, but Marco told him that he enjoyed it. Now Dylan understood why.

Rebecca grabbed Marco's arm tightly, squealing at her favorite parts. She clapped excitedly when the Prince first showed. (Marco had filled Dylan in on how much she simply adored the animated man.) Dylan and Marco found themselves watching the little girl beside them instead of the movie. That is, until she yelled at them, telling them they were missing all the good parts. Dylan understood what he meant.

Marco got up in the middle to take their plates to the kitchen. Rebecca sighed, crossing her arms.

"What's up?" asked Dylan.

"He always moves around!"

Dylan laughed. "He's restless," said Dylan. "Don't worry; he could recite the movie."

Rebecca nodded, biting her finger nervously as though she'd be surprised, while Cinderella was being tried for the shoe.

"Daddy!" she said happily when he came back into the room.

Marco smiled in her direction, and sat back down in the middle of them, leaning his head on Dylan's shoulder.

"Daddy," she said warningly, seeing his eyes start to close.

"I'm watching!" he assured her, feeling himself drifting off to sleep.

Once her focus was back on Cinderella and the Prince's kiss, she completely forgot to argue with Marco about whether or not he was awake.

"So," said Dylan quietly, trying not to distract the little girl near to them. "So, what was that kiss about? I mean, the one before you kicked me out."

Marco shrugged. "I guess it was a desperate attempt to make you see what you were leaving behind," said Marco, frowning at the thought, "or to make you see I really wanted you to stay."

Dylan nodded. "What was I leaving behind? A bipolar maniac?" he teased.

"No, a really really good kisser," said Marco, teasing him back. "I am, and you know it."

Dylan laughed. "Of course, my love."

Marco and Dylan kept quiet for the rest of the movie, afraid they would be caught.

"But I'm not tired!" Rebecca whined, stamping her foot loudly when Marco shut off the television. He raised his eyebrow skeptically.

"Bed," he said sternly, pointing down the hallway to her bedroom. Dylan watched, intrigued. Being a babysitter wasn't a big deal, but he was going to have to learn how to get used to the 'parent' thing.

She shook her head stubbornly. Dylan had to hold back a laugh, which, unfortunately for him, Marco noticed.

"You want to do this?" he asked. Dylan shook his head quickly. "Didn't think so," he said, turning back to her.

"Rebecca, I let you stay up later than usual…" he started, watching her eyes plead with him. "No. I'm not that soft. Bed. Now."

"Fine!" she yelled, turning on her heel, walking off loudly to her bedroom.

Marco flinched as she slammed the door. "And she forgets in the morning," he informed him, rolling his eyes.

"She's not as easy as she looks," said Dylan.

"None of them are, but she's been much worse."

"Oooh, boy," said Dylan, biting his lip.

Marco led him back to the couch, laying his head down in the older man's lap. "She has her days. We just have to take it one day at a time."

Dylan sighed. "Yeah, I know. Speaking of one day at a time…do we have to go shopping?"

Marco. "You know my answer to that."

"But Marrcooo!" he whined.

"Yeah, as you could see by Rebecca's performance, I'm not giving in," said Marco, laughing.

"Marco! She's just sleeping. I'd give anything for that. I have to go a whole day shopping with you…you who—"

"I see," Marco interrupted. "What's that supposed to mean?"

"Nothing," he said quickly. "Just…just we'll be there a while."

"One day at a time," said Marco, finally falling asleep for real.

Dylan gently ran his hand up and down Marco's side, watching him sleep. He couldn't believe they'd actually made it.

Author's Note: Yes, this is the end, I'm afraid, BUT there will be a sequel. I'm not sure when, but within the month. It will take place when Rebecca's older, and you will all find out more about the past. For example, Paige's death and Rebecca's father. Please review :) Next chapter of Anytime is good, just not now will be up…Tuesday or Wednesday, probably. I had a good time with this one, and the sequel will hopefully be just as good.