"Oh." She said, seeing him gripping the images of their baby. Well this was one way to start the conversation.

"These have your name on them..." he said slowly, holding out the pictures.

She sighed. "Yeah, they do."

"So that means... you're pregnant?"

She nodded, smiling nervously at him.

"And I'm..." he looked at her for confirmation.

"The father." She said, matter of factly. "I just found out, and I've been wanting the right moment to tell you, I just wanted to make it this special thing but... here we are."

His face still looked like he'd seen a ghost. "How far along are you?"

"Nine weeks."

The shock finally hit him, and he sank to the floor. "Nine weeks!? But we've only been together for..." he was trying to do the math in his head.

"Probably about that much time."

He was quiet for a bit, and she nervously sat on the floor next to him. "So... tell me what you're thinking?"

"Um, well I mean this is a bit of a surprise..." he gave her a small awkward smile, "but I'm actually a little excited. I've always wanted to be a dad, I just didn't think it'd be so soon," he paused for a moment, then looked at her with a serious expression. "You are planning on keeping it, right?"

She nodded, relief washing over her. They were over the first hurdle.

"So where does that leave our relationship?" She questioned, hoping for the best.

"I mean, I'd like to continue what we have going, if you're up for that."

She nodded eagerly, "Yeah, I'd like to continue it too." All the scenarios she'd played out in her head of how this could go, she'd never imagined it'd be so perfect. He put his arm around her and she put her head on his shoulder, still sitting on the floor of their kitchen. "So I guess this makes you my boyfriend?"

He laughed, "Definitely."

She smiled up at him, kissing his lips.

"So are you and Stella due around the same time?" He questioned.

"What!?"

In another part of Chicago, Stella was getting home after shift, excited to spend the rest of her evening relaxing on the couch with Kelly. She unlocked the door, tossing her stuff on the floor she gave him a quick "hello" and walked over to the fridge, grabbing a beer and flopping on the couch next to him.

"Is that for me?" He asked, motioning to the beer.

"Um, nooo. I had an exhausting shift. And you are still on pain meds."

He sat up, snatching the beer from her.

"Hey!"

"This is not okay, Stella. I don't know if you're doing this to throw me off or what, but I know you're little secret."

"Secret? What secret?"

"I know about the baby."

Brett's baby? What was he talking about? "How did you find out?"

He put his head in his hands. "So it's true!? I found the test in the trash."

Oh. "How did you know it was Brett's?"

"What?"

"How did you know Brett was the one pregnant?"

She looked at his face, full of confusion, and it registered with her. "Shit, you thought it was ME!?"

"Sylvie is the one whose pregnant?"

"Um, YES. Definitely not ME. You thought it was me this whole time!?"

Things were finally starting to click in her head. That explained his weird behavior recently. And Casey...

"Did you tell Casey I was pregnant?" She asked him.

"Yeah, I went to him for advice."

Stella started to laugh. A deep in the belly laugh, that once she got started she couldn't stop. "So... that's why he... ha, this whole time... oh man this is good." She continued laughing as Kelly sat there, disbelief on his face.

"So you're not pregnant, but Brett is... which means Casey..." the irony of the situation registered with Severide and he started laughing along with Stella, realizing how screwed up they'd gotten the story. Casey was going to be a dad, not him. He wanted that some day, but definitely not right now.

"So Casey doesn't know?!" He asked Stella incredulously.

"Nope."

Back at Casey and Brett's, they were trying to sort out the same story.

"So Kelly thought Stella was pregnant," Sylvie clarified, cracking a smile.

"Yeah, man, we really got that twisted."

"Yeah," she giggled.

He finally stood up, pulling her with him. "From now on, no more secrets, okay? Please let me know what's going on. I can take it."

She nodded, and he pulled her closer, running his hand down her cheek. Cupping her face, he brought her lips to his, kissing her tenderly. Pulling back for a second he questioned, "So if you're pregnant is it still okay to..." he motioned towards the bedroom, wiggling his eyebrows suggestively.

She swatted at his shoulder playfully, "Yes, Matthew. I'm not even fat yet."

"Just making sure," with all seriousness he added, "no matter how big you get, you'll still be beautiful."

He lead her to his room, laying her down on the bed he pulled his shirt over his head. "You know, you'll have to move in here permanently so we can make that second room a nursery, he pointed out as he pulled up her shirt, exposing her bare belly. Running his hands down her abdomen, he thought back to early that day when she'd been holding that baby at the accident scene. Wishes came true pretty fast. He kissed her belly, pulling her shirt up over her head, kissing up her body as he did so.

"So you're not mad?" She whispered.

"No! Not at all. I feel pretty stupid though," he admitted.

"What? Why?"

"I mean, I should've been more responsible, this is my fault, really."

She huffed, "pretty sure it was a mutual decision. Besides, I told you I was on birth control but not regularly."

"Yeah, I should've had a back up," he admitted.

"Well, too late now," she pointed out.

He smiled, laughing a little. "Yeah, I guess so."

He kissed her belly again, then down to her hip, sliding her pants down her legs. Rolling over, he pulled her on top of him. Looking up into her face he whispered, "I'm going to be a dad."

She brought her face down to his, her hair tickling his chest. "I'm going to be a mom."

"I'm a little nervous," he admitted.

"Me too." She slipped out of the rest of her clothes, leaning back a little she joked, "better imprint this image in your brain, cause it's all downhill from here."

He shook his head. "No way. You'll still be sexy as ever."

She rolled her eyes, "mhmm. Right."

"I'll just have to show you," he said with a smirk, pulling her body to his.

Sylvie woke up the next morning late, stretching in bed. Pulling on Casey's shirt, she walked out to the kitchen. He was sitting at the counter, just staring into a full cup of coffee.

"Casey?"

He looked up, giving her a strained smile. "Hey."

"You okay?"

He sighed, but smiled gently at her, "Yeah, I'm just thinking."

She nodded nervously, sitting next to him. "Good thoughts I hope?"

"Yeah... just trying to figure out our next steps I guess."

The situation had finally hit him when he woke up in the morning. A baby. This was going to be a huge life changer. Baby's needed food and diapers and day care. Unless Sylvie wanted to stay home. Did she? Then he'd have to work more. He could pick up more contracting jobs. Maybe work more weekends.

She snuggled up next to him, wrapping her arms around his bare abdomen. "I like your use of plural pronouns," she laughed awkwardly.

He gave her a small smile, taking her hand. " I'm in this with you, Sylvie. I want to support you the whole way. I'm just as responsible for this."

She nodded. Was he just acting this way because he felt responsible? Was there any love in his heart? Or just duty? She felt like she should define that more clearly.

"So, did you still want to visit the family from yesterday's car accident?" Casey was saying.

"Oh. Yeah, sure." She responded, still questioning his intentions for their relationship. Did he only want to continue it out of obligation? She hated the fact that she was letting these thoughts invade her brain, but the truth was that she had major people in her life leave her. Her birth mother. Gabby moving to Puerto Rico. Kyle had broken up with her first before proposing. But that wasn't right either. She had thought it was, but it turned out they wanted different things. What if Casey was next?

Her thoughts were spinning as they walked into the hospital. Casey noticed she was unusually quiet, but thought she was just nervous to see the family. They visited the mother's hospital room, where the little boy sat with her on the bed, the baby asleep in a bassinet in a corner.

"Hello, I'm Captain Casey from the Chicago Fire Department, this is Paramedic Sylvie Brett. We were at your accident yesterday and just wanted to check in. How's your family?"

"Oh goodness, thank you! My husband had surgery but they say he should recover quickly. I'm all banged up, but thank goodness the kids are okay! Thank you so much for taking care of them!"

Casey smiled, "That was all Sylvie, she has a way with kids."

Sylvie laughed nervously, "Casey has a knack himself. We're just so glad to see you're all doing well."

"Oh thank you, seriously, we are so grateful for Chicago's first responders. You guys saved our lives!"

They chatted a bit more, than left, heading home. Sylvie was still quiet, unsure how to start the next big conversation. She was afraid to express her feelings, because what if she ruined things? She didn't want to be hurt again. Or raise her baby alone. She was so confused and exhausted, when they got back home she laid down for a nap.

Late afternoon Casey peeked into his room where Sylvie was curled in bed. Whispering her name, she stirred, turning towards him.

"Sylvie? I think we should tell Boden tomorrow."

"I don't know..."

"We're going to have to tell him now. You can't be doing the things you do, it's dangerous."

"Now, hold on. Matt, I don't want to quit my job! Not yet at least! My doctor said I can still work at the same pace until 20 weeks, then I have to be careful with lifting and overdoing it. But I'm not ready to quit now."

"I'm not saying you have to quit, I'm saying you need to back off your work load a bit. Maybe you could work an administrative job for the time being."

Tears started to well up in her eyes. "Matt, this is my career. I'm going to decide how I want to do things, not you!"

"It's my baby too-" he started to say, but she cut him off.

"YOU don't have to put your career on hold! You're not the one who has to tell her conservative parents that your having a baby with a guy you've been maybe dating for two months! You don't have to deal with any judgement or criticism. You have no idea the double standard for this for men and women. I'm the one who has to deal with the negative consequences."

"I... I'm sorry I just-"

"No. Stop. I don't want to tell Boden yet. Please."

Casey sighed, "Sylvie, you at least have to be on light duty. No extreme lifting or dangerous situations. We have to tell him."

"Please, can't it wait? A few more weeks?" She begged, the tears rolling down her face. What was she going to do if she couldn't work? She had literally broken an engagement for this job. But was she willing to risk her baby's life?

Casey shook his head no. "I can probably talk him into letting you still ride on 61 until you're further along. But probably not as P.I.C.," he said quietly. "You'll have to hand the job over to Foster."

She sighed. She knew he was right. But she hated that her life got disrupted, while his didn't change a bit. It wasn't fair.

"Fine, I'll tell him tomorrow. But I want to do it alone," she demanded.