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Chapter One
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Seven pregnancy tests don't lie. All seven pregnancy tests stare back at her, the positive signs clear as day. How could this have happened? Of course, she knows how it happened, she had unprotected sex. It should have never happened, though, they had both been drunk, extremely drunk. Neither one of them had been thinking. Clearly, neither one of them had been thinking. If they had been thinking, they might have used protection or maybe they might not have had sex at all. But they didn't think. They didn't use protection. They had unprotected sex. And now because they had unprotected, she has to deal with the consequences. She is pregnant. She is pregnant.
She, Sylvie Brett, is pregnant.
Oh, God.
How is she going to tell the man she had unprotected sex with? How is she going to tell the father of her baby?
Oh, God.
How the hell is she going to do this?
She doesn't doesn't have a clue.
Oh, God.
Sylvie now walks the familiar path to the apartment she now knows too well. She saw his truck outside and knows that he is here. She just hopes that he is here alone. She doesn't know what she would do if he wasn't alone. She can feel herself shaking, she is nervous, super nervous. She doesn't know how he is going to take it. She is still trying to wrap her own head around the whole pregnancy thing. She is still unsure on how he is going to take it. Is this good news? Is this bad news? She doesn't know. She doesn't how he is going to take it. She has to tell him, though, she can't keep this from him, she doesn't want to keep this from him.
Before Sylvie knows it, she is standing in front of his apartment door. She rubs her hands over her hands a few times, getting herself to work up the courage to knock. She still doesn't know what she is going to say to him. She just needs to come out and say it. She just needs to tell him that she is pregnant with his baby.
She knocks on the door.
Once.
Twice.
Three times.
The door opens. On the other side is not who she expected. Instead of finding him on the other side, instead of him answering the door, a woman opens the door. She wasn't expecting her. She wasn't expecting another woman to open the door to his apartment.
Oh, God.
She can't even think. She can feel the color drain from her face with each passing second. All the two of them had was one very drunk night, they both regretted it and now another woman is opening the door to his apartment, a woman he is probably in a relationship with. Great, now this is going to be even harder. She is not going to be the only woman in his life. Great, just great.
"Can I help you?" The woman questions Sylvie, rather rudely too. "Listen, if you are hearing looking for Matty, he went out to get us some food. And if you are looking for Matty, if you're like an ex-girlfriend or one-night stand or something, you should know that Matty and I are extremely serious. You are just wasting your time."
"How long have you and Matty been together?" Sylvie can't help but ask.
"Oh, of course, you would want to know. I don't have to tell you. You don't have any right to know about Matty and I's relationship," The woman says, once again in rude fashion. "Who are you anyway? And what are you doing here?"
"Listen, I just need to talk to Matt," Sylvie says. "I need to tell him something."
"Yeah? What exactly do you need to tell him? Why don't you just tell me, I can give him the message," The rude woman says.
"No thanks," Sylvie says, turning to walk away. "I would like to tell him myself."
"Yeah," The rude woman snorts. "Good luck with that. The two of us are going to be very busy."
"Yeah, whatever," Sylvie calls out, making her way to the stairs.
The rude woman doesn't say anything but she does slam the door pretty hard. Sylvie can't help but let out a laugh. Wow. Matt is in a relationship with that woman. God, help him. That woman seems like a nightmare.
Matt!
How on earth is she going to tell him now? She doesn't want to tell him at the firehouse. She wants to be able to do it when they are alone. She could go into his office, but no, she wants doesn't want to it at work, where someone could possibly overhear them. That would be bad.
Sylvie is so lost in her thoughts about Matt, about her pregnancy, about how Matt is going to take her being pregnant with his baby that she doesn't even notice or hear the person behind her.
She doesn't notice until it's too late.
Sylvie feels a pair of hands on her shoulders and before she even has a chance to react to what's happening, she is pushed down the stairs. The only thing she can think to do is put her arms over her stomach, protecting her unborn child. She hits the bottom of the stairs, barely conscious, her arms still wrapped around her stomach.
Matt Casey walks back into his apartment building, heading straight for the stairs, a pizza and a six pack of beer in his hands. Tonight, he plans on spending the night alone, maybe watching a movie or two. The guys invited him out to Molly's but he honestly doesn't want to be around anyone tonight, he just wants to be alone.
He opens the door to the stairs and begins to climb up to his third-floor apartment. He gets to the bottom of the second set of stairs, his heart stops. There, laying barely conscious, is Sylvie Brett, her arms wrapped around her stomach. He hesitates just for a second before dropping the pizza and the beer and making his way up the stairs two at a time.
"Sylvie, Sylvie," Matt says, cradling the back of her head and moving a piece of blonde hair away from her face. Her eyes are barely open. "Sylvie. Hey, what happened?"
"Matt," Sylvie softly says before a groan escapes her lips. "Hurts."
"What hurts?" Matt questions as he pulls off his jacket, forming it into a sort of pillow before gently placing it under Slyvie's head and then gently placing her head down on the jacket pillow. He can see her eyes closing and the reopening. "Sylvie, hey, stay with me. What hurts?"
"Everything," Sylvie says, another groan escaping her lips. "Everything. Hurts."
"Okay, okay, I am going to call 911, just stay with me, okay, just stay with me," Matt says as he pulls out his cell phone.
"Baby," Sylvie says. "Baby."
"What?" Matt questions.
"Pregnant," Sylvie manages to get out before passing out.
"Oh, God," Matt says as he quickly dials 911.
His hand rests on Sylvie's cheek as he waits for the ambulance. Her arms still wrapped around her stomach, protecting her unborn baby. He can only pray that she and the baby will be okay.