A/N: Thanks for all the support! Y'all responding is really what makes this fun. My brain has been coming up with all sorts of future scenarios that I can't wait to share with you in future chapters and stories, but for now, I hope this rises up to meet your expectations of Matt's reaction. I can't wait to hear what you think! =)

Sylvie set her alarm for early the next morning, hoping that any morning sickness might pass before Matt came home. When it went off, she grudgingly got out of bed and went to the restroom. Her stomach didn't seem to be bothering her this morning, but she didn't want to get her hopes up. Morning sickness, after all, played by nobody's rules.

She went to the living room and flipped on the TV. After flipping through the channels, she settled on a weather channel. There was nothing else to watch this early.

She listened as the meteorologist gave his section and she took a look at the 7 day forecast. Despite some possible snow, it was supposed to be a pretty nice week.

As the news anchors began to take back over, her eyelids were getting heavy. She tried to fight it, but she was asleep within minutes.

Matt turned the key and opened the apartment door. When he walked in, he saw Sylvie asleep on the couch. He walked over to her and gently kissed her temple, then took a seat beside her. She stirred, turning slowly to look at him.

"Good morning, beautiful," he said.

"Morning," she mumbled.

He put an arm around her shoulders, and she cuddled into him. "How are you feeling?"

She took a moment to evaluate herself. Her stomach still felt okay for the moment being. "Better - a lot better."

"Good." He smiled at her. The smile she gave him in return melted his heart.

She tilted her head up and kissed him.

He deepened it. When they separated a moment later, Matt got up.

"I'm gonna start a pot of coffee. Do you want any?"

"I should probably pass, but thanks love."

He furrowed his brows. Sylvie never passed up coffee. "You sure you're feeling alright?"

"Yeah. I'm just afraid it'll agitate my stomach again," Sylvie replied. It wasn't the whole truth, but it would have to do for now.

He walked back in a couple minutes later in sweats and a t shirt with a mug of coffee in hand. "I've been thinking," he said, retaking his spot on the couch beside her.

"That's dangerous," Sylvie replied, giggling as she resituated herself to sit facing him.

He chuckled and took her hands in his. "I know we were talking about waiting and I respect that," he said carefully, squeezing her hands, "but, Sylvie - baby, I want to start a family with you. I was wondering if - maybe - you'd want to start trying early." He looked at her hopefully, but fully expected her to say no.

She bit her lip, suppressing a smile. In the past twelve hours, she'd dreamed up a number of different ways to breach the subject. This wasn't one of them, but somehow it was better than all the rest. "Oh, Matt," she said, "we can't."

His face fell. "That's okay we'll just -"

"No, baby," she said with a small giggle, pulling one of his hands to her abdomen and placing her hand flat on top of his. "We can't start trying because I'm already pregnant."

His eyes lit up, dancing across her face. His heart leaped into his throat and tears of joy pricked at his eyes. "A-are you serious?" he asked, splaying his fingers wider across her midsection.

Happy tears of her own began to fall as Sylvie locked her eyes on his and nodded, beaming. "You're gonna be a dad, Matt."

"Holy shit," he gasped, pulling her tight against him. His lips crashed into hers in a passionate kiss.

She crawled onto his lap, squeezing her legs between his back and the couch. One of her hands slid up behind his head and pressed in, deepening the kiss.

With her wrapped totally around him, he slid one hand under her butt, and used the other to hold her firmly to him.

Her tongue flicked over his lips, and he allowed her entrance. She explored his mouth hungrily, then migrated to the soft spot at the base of his neck.

"Fuck, Sylvie," he growled.

She moaned. She could feel him straining against the soft fabric of his sweatpants. Between sucking and nipping his skin, she whispered, "Take me to bed, Matt."

He was definitely going to have a mark in the morning, but he didn't give a damn. He carefully stood up, Sylvie tightening her grip around him, and made his way to the bedroom. When he got inside, he gently lowered her onto the bed, and wasted no time ridding the both of them of their clothes as they spent the next hour wrapped up in each other, celebrating this new stage of their life together.

They lay facing each other after, oblivious to the world outside of each others' eyes. Matt's hand rested on Sylvie's abdomen, his thumb absently stroking her soft skin.

"Tell me I'm not dreaming," he whispered.

She brought her hand up to cup his face. Looking deep into his eyes, she whispered back, "If you're dreaming, then so am I."

They smiled at each other and leaned in for a kiss. Matt scooted down and rested his face over Sylvie's abdomen. "Hi little one," he whispered against her skin, "I'm your daddy."

Maybe it was just the hormones, but the action brought tears to her eyes. She brought her hand down to stroke the back of his head. "You're going to be such a great dad, Matt."

He raised his head to meet her eyes. "And you're going to be an amazing mum." He dropped his head back to place a kiss on her abdomen.

His warm breath tickled her skin. As he continued dropping small kisses around her abdomen, Sylvie started to giggle, which only seemed to provoke him. Soon, she was squirming. "Matt, stop! It tickles!" She rolled onto her back, trying to escape him.

His eyes flicked up toward hers, then he climbed on top of her, his face remaining in its position above her midsection. "What do you think, little one? Should daddy listen to mommy?"

"Matt!" Sylvie tried again, but she was laughing too hard.

He smirked against her, and continued peppering kisses there.

Sylvie took one more try. If she didn't get him to stop this time, she was in trouble. In one quick breath, she scrambled, "MattIgottapee!"

"Ope!" he said, pulling back and throwing his hands in the air. He let her out from underneath him, and she ran to the bathroom.

He flopped back on the bed, a huge grin on his face. They were going to have a baby. Half him, half her. He wondered how closely their baby would be born to Severide's. Would the two be as good of friends as their parents?

As he was imagining their babies in the future, an unwelcome voice creeped up from the back of his mind. What if they lost this baby like he and Gabby had lost theirs? What if he wasn't meant to have kids? Worse yet, what if he lost Sylvie?

He shook his head to clear it. There was no use thinking like that. Instead, he took his thoughts back to where they had been: him and his Sylvie and their baby - a family.

He smiled at his fiance as she came back into the bedroom. Soon, Sylvie was cuddled back into him, and that's how they spent the rest of their morning.

Two days later, they walked into the firehouse holding hands. They exchanged a look, a promise to each other to stick to the plan. Excited as they were, they didn't want to tell everyone until after their first appointment in a week and a half. They parted as soon as they got to the lockers.

Foster walked in shortly after Casey left for his office. Brett was still rustling around in her locker. Foster snuck up behind her partner and wrapped her arms tightly around her waist. "You're back!"

Brett squeaked in surprise, then grimaced. "Easy partner," she said, tugging at her friend's arms, trying to loosen them. "I was only gone one shift."

"I know, but have you ever worked with that man?" Foster asked, referencing McCaully. "He makes any day feel like doomsday. It's insufferable!"

Brett chuckled, "Yeah, I have. - Foster, please - I love you, but please let me go."

"Oh, sorry," Emily said, retracting her arms, then noticing the look on her friend's face, "Are you feeling okay?"

Brett nodded and turned away, one arm over her stomach. The morning sickness was off and on the last three days with absolutely no rhyme nor reason to when it struck or how long it lasted, but she was trying to work through it. When they'd left home this morning, she had felt fine, but nausea crept up on her during the ride to work.

Foster went after her. "You sure, Brett? You look like you're about ready to throw up."

Kidd arrived then, rounding the corner. She stood in front of Brett. "Yeah, you do," she said.

Maybe it was them ganging up on her, maybe it would have happened anyway, but Sylvie threw a hand over her mouth and bolted for the toilet.

Her friends followed her there. Stella held her hair for her while Emily grabbed some paper towels.

"Thanks, guys," Brett said when she'd finished and cleaned up.

"You good to be here?" Kidd asked.

"Yeah," Sylvie replied, "I'll be fine."

"You sure?" Foster asked. "We don't want to be catching this."

"You won't catch it," Brett said, looking at Foster, then turning to Stella, "and you already have it." She stood and walked to the sink, giving her hands a solid two-minute wash, then she splashed some water up on her face.

Stella and Emily shared a look while Sylvie was washing up. They gave her space to grab some more towels and dry up. When she turned back to face them, they were both looking at her anticipatorily.

"Something you wanna tell us?" Stella asked.

Sylvie smiled meekly. "Matt and I didn't want to tell everyone until after our appointment next week."

"Partner, that is the worst non-answer I've ever heard," Foster accused.

"No," Brett retorted. "You asked me if there was anything I wanted to tell you. I told you I didn't want to discuss it until after the appointment next week. If you want a better answer, ask a better question."

Foster's shoulders slumped. "Fine," she huffed. "How's this: Brett, are you pregnant?"

"Whoa!" Herrmann exclaimed, stopping in his tracks.

"What are you doing here?" Foster asked.

"Don't know if you noticed, but this is the restroom, Foster. It's not private property."

Foster had the grace to look embarrassed. "Oh, yeah," she mumbled. "Sorry, Lieutenant."

"Ah, you're fine. I was just bustin' your balls," he replied, walking over to a urinal. "If you ladies are done gossipin', though, do you mind?"

The three women made their way to the door, but Brett looked over her shoulder last minute. "Uh, Herrmann?" she asked quietly.

"Yeah?"

"Do you mind, um, not mentioning what you just heard?"

"Of course," he replied. "Your secret's safe with me. Congratulations, kid, you and Casey are gonna make great parents."

"Thanks," Brett replied with a quick smile before moving the rest of the way out the door. When she turned to the hallway, she found her friends staring expectantly at her. "What?" she asked, a smile on her face.

"So is that a yes?" Foster asked.

Sylvie laughed a little bit. "Yes, that's a yes."

The other two women squealed and pulled her into a hug.

Ritter and Gallo, who were just walking by jumped in. "What's a yes?" Gallo asked.

All three women shot a look at the two that said it was none of their business. Ritter grabbed Gallo's arm. "C'mon, man, you've been here three years. If the women are huddled away like this, we should mind our own business. Just keep walking."

"You're a smart kid, Ritter!" Kidd called after them.

As soon as the two were around the next corner, the three laughed. Sylvie was the first to speak after, "Stella, how in the world did you manage to keep that secret for six whole weeks? I'm barely half an hour in and three people have already found out!"

"Found out what?" Mouch asked on his way to the bathroom.

"Nothing!" all three women exclaimed.

Mouch put his hands up defensively. "Sorry I asked," he said, ducking into the toilets.

Sylvie turned back to her friends. "We really need to find a lower traffic area."

They turned to go to the bunk room, but the bells went off for engine, truck, and squad, so Stella pivoted and took off in the other direction.

"That's weird," Sylvie said, scrunching up her nose. "I don't think we've ever gotten a call for everyone except ambo."

"Well, don't get used to it, partner," Foster said. "I had main take us out of service when you were tossing cookies."

"Oh," Sylvie smiled sheepishly. "I should've known that."

Since she was feeling better, Brett called main to have them put 61 back in service, and she and Foster were soon summoned to a different address for a woman in distress.