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P O V: Sylvie Brett

"Pregnant? Holy shit Sylvie. Are you sure?" Antonio paced around the hospital room. His face was confused scared. I knew it, he hated me. He's pissed Tony's admitted he doesn't want more kids, he wants to focus on his job, not raising a kid with a younger girlfriend or whatever I am to him. Am I even that? If he won't support me how am I going to support a child by myself? Did I even want to raise a child at all? I'm a paramedic with the cfd, I barely make $25.00 an hour which roughly comes to 4,359 a month, annually around $52,609.

Factor in daily living expenses there's no way I can do this. Gabby, I split an apartment which we can barely afford the 4,799 monthly rent. There's no way I can afford a child my chest tightens my hands feel tingly, vision is cloudy. "Breathe, Sylvie, sweetie relax." I felt Emily, Gabby squeeze my hands. "Focus on a spot take slow deep breaths in count to three than let it out." I found Antonio's flannel shirt the top was open slightly damn he is a fine specimen of manhood.

He remained speechless almost frozen tears spilled down my face. "I knew it Gabby, see he doesn't want kids, even less than I do, Abortion is the right call for me," "Abortion!" Antonio yells so now he talks figures. Was yelling at me suppose to get me to see his point of view? Was I not suppose to get mad back? Ignore his wavy hair or the twitch of his lips which always make me want to kiss him. "you seriously could do that Sylvie? You could kill our baby? What kind of monster are you?" His words stop me cold leaving me sickened to my stomach, my head spinning heart beating like a drummer boy marching in the desert with with a coat on.

Gabriela jumped up her temper flaring I could see it in the way her nostrils flared her eyes steadily focused on him, only him, her fists clenched at her sides. "What the hell is wrong with you? I know ma' didn't raise you to be a jackass towards women," "Ma didn't raise me to be a murder either, for god sakes you don't just hit me this kind of news and expect me to just be chill with it, I need time to adjust,"

"Will it really make a damn bit of difference Antonio?"

"Yeah Sylvie it might, you didn't give me a chance to talk,"

"What would you say if I let you talk Tony?"

"I would tell you that yes it's bad timing sure, I'm swamped with work, my kids just came to live with me which is a big ass adjustment in itself."

"Your proving my point Antonio, not helping at all,"

"Please let me talk Sylvie," he came over taking my hand which shock sitting next to me. "Despite all this babe, I love you. I already love this baby, I want to raise it together we can do this together sweetheart" his speech left me well speechless straddling me in his arms he leaned over me. Taking in his cinnamon musk scent I felt my body start to relax glancing at his eyes, I felt my heart flutter those damn eyes get me every time. Gentle his hands ran up my body wiping my tears away, his lips warm wet press against my temple. "god I love you Tony" his grin was cocky as he answered "Course you do I am very lovable just as Gabby ma' always loved me best," he winked at her as she threw an empty cup at him "That's cuz you were always up her ass, it's no problem Tony. I always have daddy's love," "Good sis you can keep him, his debts to"

"I love you to babe," I wasn't imagining it when my heart rate went higher head turned as our lips connected warm soft inviting, everyone gasped as the lines on the monitor spiked. His fingers trail the curve of my spine making my body twitch, his laugh breaks us apart, a good thing since we were apparently putting on quite the show.

Coming down I was left wondering what was I suppose to do about this pregnancy. I thought hearing him say those words, I want to raise this child with you, I love you would instantly make me know. They didn't it just left me more concerned. Life isn't a TV show Sylvie, not everything is solved in 45 minutes, life is messy, confusion, hard, painful, unfair but life is always real.

"Sylvie," we looked up to see Dr. Natalie Manning enter along with Dr. Will Halstead both looking very serious. Reaching for Antonio's hand fear ran rampant through my whole body. I can't speak so I am glad when Gabby asks directly her hand rested on my knee. "What's wrong with Sylvie? Is her baby okay?" "Our baby Gabby," Antonio corrects her. My baby it hits me this isn't a fetus or a problem anymore, no this is a real person forming inside of me. My child which could be in trouble. "It's not the baby Sylvie," "So what's wrong with me? Am I sick?" "I'm afraid so, as you know Sylvie we ran a lot of tests when you came in," "Yeah I can still feel the damn bone marrow test you people did, ow," "Yea sorry dear you'll be feeling that one for a few days," Gabby rubs my hip as she addresses Dr. Manning "So what's wrong Natalie?"

"Combined with your CBC counts, the B.M. I'm afraid all signs point to Acute Promyelocytic Leukemia."

The world started to spin again too fast I felt like I was back in six flags on that damn roller-coaster my brothers forced me to ride. I wanted off this ride as badly as I wanted off that damn coaster on my terms before the blackness came. "Sylvie," I tired to force my eyes open, I heard everyone yelling, I couldn't open my eyes.

A/N: Any Manifest fans out there? Started a new fic called Choices. Thanks to all who have read or reviewed. How amazing was that finale? Who's excited for Dec 5th Chicago Fire new episode.