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a/n: Thank you to everyone who reviewed the last chapter, it really means the world to us. I'm really sorry about the delay in posting this chapter. Milady wrote it and sent it to me a whole 10 days ago but I've been so swamped that I haven't been able to post it. We hope you guys will like it.

2 days later

Looking as Dylan was not looking at the spaghetti with a happy face, Kelly was pretty sure this was one dish that he could scratch off his list of cooking for Dylan but then this was also one of the only dishes he could cook. Matt and Gabby always seemed rather impressed with his spaghetti bolognese but Dylan wasn't so much.

''Come on, a few more bites!'' Kelly encouraged him but Dylan threw his plastic spoon down into the spaghetti that he had even cut short a few minutes ago, hoping that would trick him into eating but the toddler was smarter than Kelly thought.

A few minutes later he gave up and told himself to pick up a cookbook on the way home. Today he was going to take Dylan to the firehouse since the others were on shift. He had taken 2 weeks off for now, to see how it goes and for him and Dylan to get used to each other.

He thought that he would have to change Dylan by now because of the red sauce, but because Dylan hadn't eaten much, he was still pretty much clean. Hopefully there would be something at the firehouse he would eat. The last 2 days he had not been eating well at all but Gabby kept saying that was probably just because of missing his mom and not knowing exactly what was going on.

''Come on, let's go the firehouse, okay? Uncle Matt and Aunty Gabby are there.'' Kelly said and upon hearing his friend's names, Dylan took his hand, only then. Kelly was worried, because the little boy seemed to get more attached to Matt and Gabby, but he just hoped that was just for now.

''Pouch will be there too, I know you like Pouch.'' Kelly said as he walked outside with Dylan but the boy shivered.

''Oh, yeah right, let's get you a jacket!'' Kelly said, feeling so stupid. Walking back inside, he snatched the jacket away and put it on Dylan, kneeling down to bring the zipper up, but Dylan pushed him away then.

''Dylan, please let me close your jacket.''

''No!'' Dylan said angrily and Kelly walked right after him as the toddler stomped his way to the car. Kelly helped him in the car, still not sure what he had done wrong or if Dylan was just upset and angry because of everything.

He drove the firehouse, so glad that Herrmann had lent him the child seat for his car and parked close the firehouse, walking with Dylan.

For the first time today Dylan smiled when he saw Pouch and Matt and Kelly felt a bit sad because only Matt seemed to be able to make him smile. Hopefully Dylan would warm up to him soon as Gabby had said.

Being here he realized that he already missed being on the job but taking care of Dylan was much more important now.

Dylan was playing around with Pouch while he was chatting with the guys. Finally Gabby came closer to him.

''She is a sweet dog, hmm?'' She smiled at Dylan. She wasn't sure what happened the last time but she couldn't do it, she couldn't stop from interacting with the boy, thinking about the child she and Matt had lost.

But now the little boy smiled at her, she sat with him, talking with him and petting Pouch.

On the way back, Kelly stopped at a bookstore, looking around for a cookbook with easy recipes. Maybe it was time to broaden his own culinary horizons, even though he was pretty sure that his two year old son was better at cooking than he was already.

Finally he found a few that had easy recipes, at least easy enough that he knew he should give them a chance because maybe a miracle would happen and he wouldn't mess up immediately.

Looking around to find Dylan so he could check out and pay for the books, he didn't see him anywhere. The boy had been right behind him but now he was nowhere to be seen.

''Dylan?'' He asked as he looked around but he couldn't see him anywhere. Worried, he walked around, looking for the little boy.

His chest constricting with worry as he walked around more, really hoping he would find him soon. Finally he did find Dylan, sitting behind a shelf of books, throwing books on the ground.

''Come on, we have to go.''

''No!'' Dylan screamed, pushing Kelly's hand away.

''Dylan, we have to go home, I am going to make something you like, I promise!'' Kelly tried to persuade the toddler into coming with him and he knew that this tactic probably wasn't in parenting 101 but he still hoped it would work.

Getting a bit tired and angry with the boy that never seemed to cooperate with him, he grabbed Dylan by his arm, pulled him to his legs and pulled the toddler behind him, angry.

Dylan was screaming at the top of his lungs and on his way to the counter, Kelly gave up and put the books aside on a table and left the shop. Dylan was still kicking and screaming when Kelly tried to strap him in his car seat and Dylan even kicked Kelly against the elbow. Dylan was still crying the whole way home and Kelly started feeling bad about what had happened.

He knew he shouldn't have let his temper get the best of him, but he couldn't help it, all of it was new to him and even though he tried to stay calm, he was so angry, not even with Dylan, but about everything.

At home Dylan stomped away from him to the apartment, Kelly not sure what to say or do and after a while, Dylan calmed down and played with his toy cars, Kelly ordered food in and chose fries with nuggets for Dylan. At least he wouldn't have touched or cooked it himself, hopefully that would be enough for now for Dylan to like it.

But when the food arrived Dylan stopped eating after 1 nugget and three fries and Kelly sighed, desperate. Even though he tried to let him eat more, he didn't and he decided to give up for today and try again tomorrow. After getting Dylan to bed, he tried to get the TV that didn't work sorted out.

Severide was slumped down on the couch. He finally had gotten the TV to work and he was settled with a beer and a bag of crisps, he was happy. It was good to have some time alone. Even though he really loved taking care of Dylan now, it was a bit hard that his life was upside down. Now it finally felt like old times and for a moment, that was good.

It was the formula 1 grand prix of Spain he hadn't seen yet. It had only just started when Kelly felt like he was dozing off, exhausted from taking care of a toddler. Somehow, running into burning buildings seemed to never tire him out but a toddler had managed to.

But sitting up a bit more, he did watch a bit more of the race. In the back of his mind he was also wondering how it would have been if Lisa had still been alive. Maybe they would had reconciled at one point and they would have been a family. But now it was just him and Dylan, both in unfamiliar territories, trying to work each other and their new lives out.

Suddenly Dylan walked into the living room, crying and made his way over to Kelly, climbing on his lap and pressing his face into his dad's chest.

''Hey, shhhh, it's okay.'' Kelly said concerned, caressing him over his head. The boy seemed to sob a little less now and Kelly dried his tears.

''Did you have a nightmare?'' He asked concerned and Dylan nodded slowly, his attention then drawn by the fast formula 1 cars in the race.

Laying back against his dads chest, all his worries seemed to be gone. Putting his pacifier in his mouth again that was attached to his pajama shirt with a little string, Kelly was pretty sure he could call Lisa a genius for that and looked content again.

''You like fast cars hmmm? Well these are super fast! These can go over three hundred kilometers an hour! That's more than you can comprehend probably but it is so fast!''

Dylan suddenly looked back at him with big eyes and Kelly finally seemed to have found something that he liked, or in this case, they both liked.

''And you know, two really good drivers are already out of the race, the one drove the other off. It looked really silly. They were even on the same team!''

Kelly realized that it didn't even really matter what he was telling because Dylan was looking in awe at the fast cars and was listening to his dad talking.

''And the guy riding up front, it's his debut with this time! And he is the youngest driver! Come on, let's cheer!'' Kelly said then and he clapped his hand and Dylan smiled and did the same. They watched a bit more and Kelly wrapped his arms around Dylan.

''He is only 18, who knows, maybe you will be driving races like this when you are 18.'' Kelly said then, Dylan calmly falling asleep against him again, having his pacifier in his mouth and his eyes fluttering open every now and then, only to close again a few seconds later. God, Kelly didn't even want to think about the time Dylan would be 18.

And looking at his son asleep against him, he didn't even want to watch it anymore. He turned the TV off quietly and walked to the little bedroom, carrying Dylan in his arms and carefully putting him down on the tiny toddler bed. He tucked him in and left the little light on the other side of the room on, hoping it would grant him a bit more sleep.

''I don't know what we are going to do tomorrow but I promise you I am going to figure this all out for us.'' Kelly said then and he walked to the other bedroom then where he was sleeping. It felt strange, not being in his own bedroom, but he knew it was best for Dylan to be in the apartment he already knew and that was his home. Laying down in bed to sleep as well but didn't seem to come, as tired as he was and the door suddenly opened again.

Dylan came walking in but wasn't crying this time. Instead he calmly climbed into the bed and laid down on the empty side. Kelly covered him with the blanket and Dylan immediately fell back asleep. Maybe Gabby had been right and Dylan was just taking time to warm up to him and he had been worried over nothing.

a/n: So Kelly had a little trouble navigating his own feelins through all of this but he is trying hard to make it work for them and for them to be a good team together so we hope that you guys loved the bonding time between father and son.

Alright so Milady is gone overseas for yet another trip for school and I'm so excited for her. As you all know summer is upon us and being in two different countries in two different time zones isn't always easy so we're going to write and update as much as both our schedules will permit it so please be patient with us.

As always, please take a few seconds to review this chapter because we can't wait to find out what you guys thought of it - Sarra and Milady