A/N: How good was that sneak peak at Chicago Fire 5x06 we got? I think all of the Brettonio fans out there simultaneously freaked out. I mean, I know I did. I'm so looking forward to what's in store for this couple on the show... in the meantime, my version of Brettonio are being cute and cooking together. So, I mean... Brettonio's good all round! I've also seen some of you guys recommending my fic on twitter, so thank you! It makes me grin every time! Enjoy 19.

"No, you don't do it like that, let me," Sylvie laughed, taking the spatula from Antonio and shuffling the beans and greens around the frying pan. "Watch and learn, Antonio Dawson, watch and learn."

He chuckled from behind her and nodded, his arms crossed over his chest, a beer in his left hand. It had been two days since Sylvie got the all clear from Dr. Rhodes about her injury, and while she still had a few days till her final check-up, she was trying to get herself back on track beforehand.

After Antonio had turned up home after work, she'd gotten ready and decided to help him cook some chicken stir fry. He'd liked it alot the last time she'd cooked it for him, and now, they were doing it together. Or trying to.

Sylvie was close to just telling Antonio to stick to the pancakes he made, but she wanted to do her best to work with him, so, even if she was being frantic and taking over, at least he was helping in some aspects of the cooking of their dinner. He'd had a tough day at work and Sylvie knew, so, as soon as she could, she'd decided upon their dinner. Chicken stir-fry could make anyone feel better.

"So, Sylvie Brett, what can I do in this preparation of our dinner? Peel some potatoes? Cut up some chicken? Or am I just here to watch?" He smirked, taking a sip of his beer and leaning against the counter.

She looked up at him and grinned as she continued to stir the beans in the pan. "I'm sorry I'm sort of taking over all of this," she said, sheepishly. "You can cut up some carrots if you'd like? I add them into the stir fry. Two carrots should be enough."

Antonio nodded at her and set down his beer, heading to the fridge to grab some of the carrots. As he turned around, he spotted Sylvie, his beer in her hand as she took a sip. He raised his eyebrows and smirked at her, walking towards her.

"And who said you could drink my beer, huh?" He joked, setting the carrots down on the cutting board.

Sylvie bit her lip and looked up at him. "I just wanted some, don't mind me," she spoke, a smile obviously playing on her lips.

Without a second thought, Antonio leant down and pressed his lips onto hers, his hands finding her waist, being wary of her side which was still sore from the gunshot wound.

Sylvie kissed him back instantly, letting the spatula drop onto the side of the pan as her hands found his neck, holding him close. The butterflies were still flying around in her stomach whenever Antonio kissed her, and she found herself wanting more than just to kiss him in that moment.

Though, a second later, Antonio reluctantly pulled away from her, a smile rising to his face. "Don't let that stir fry burn, baby," he chuckled, stepping back and beginning to cut up the carrots.

Sylvie blushed as she turned back to the pan and picked up the spatula once more, beginning to finish cooking off the beans. That had been the most passionate kiss of theirs ever since their relationship had begun, and at the thought that Sylvie had wanted more than to just kiss him, her face reddened even more. She shook the thought from her head and continued to stir the beans before turning off the stove and moving to grab some chicken for the stir-fry.

Less than an hour later, Antonio and Sylvie sat at the table both eating their stir-fry. Sylvie smiled at the fact that it was her thought to make it. Antonio obviously liked it just as much as she did, and she was glad.

The fact that Sylvie was able to please him so much in the smallest of ways made her stomach do backflips. Harrison had never been like Antonio. Sure, she'd loved him. She really had. But it was different with Antonio. It felt so different. It felt much more mature and so much more real with him.

She wasn't sure what made it that way for her, but it was definitely something. The fact that he seemed to be feeling the same way around her made her smile. It wasn't love. Not yet, anyway. Sylvie was sure that by surrounding herself with more of tonight, it could surely turn into it at some point. But right now, she was content with the way things were. It was enough for her.

In front of her, Antonio cleared his throat and took a sip of his beer before continuing to eat. The action shook the thoughts from Sylvie's mind, and she realised that she'd been paused, fork in midair, for the entire time she was thinking. She quickly sat the fork down on her plate again and excused herself to the bathroom, leaning down on the sink and taking a deep breath.

The way she was feeling for Antonio scared her. She wasn't sure why. Maybe it was because they were moving too fast. Moving faster than she'd moved in any relationship ever. But she didn't know. Everything had been fine until now. Antonio was good for her, she was sure of that. Splashing some water in her face, she flushed the toilet to make it seem like she'd actually been doing something in the bathroom and wiped the water off of her face before heading back out to the kitchen and taking a seat across from Antonio again.

He looked up at her, confusion and worry filling his face. "You okay?" He asked her, putting his fork down on his now empty plate.

Sylvie nodded up at him and put on a smile before finishing off her own stir-fry and taking her plate up to the kitchen. Antonio follower her, placing his own plate in the sink and quickly grabbing Sylvie's hand before she could leave again.

"Hey, baby. Come on, tell me. If something's worrying you, I want to know. Is it your side? Is it hurting again?" He asked, worry easily noticed in his voice.

She shook her head at him and continued to smile. "Really, Antonio, I'm fine. I needed to use the bathroom, what's wrong with that?" She asked, raising her eyebrows.

Antonio chuckled at her and shrugged. "If you're sure. Hey, I'm gonna go take a quick shower, but then I'll be out. Occupy yourself." He smiled, kissing her gently and walking off to the bathroom.

Half an hour later, Antonio emerged from the bathroom, dressed in his pyjamas, his hair still damp and drooping over his forehead. Sylvie was sat down on the couch, curled up as much as she could be without hurting her side. Her eyes were glued to the television as she watched the normal crappy late night tv that she loved to watch, even if it was bad.

As Antonio spotted her, he smiled, making his way over to her and sitting down beside her on the couch, wrapping an arm around her shoulders and pulling her into him. "How you feeling?" He asked, his hand rubbing her arm to comfort her.

She smiled at him and nodded. "I'm good, tired but good."

"That's good, baby. What are you watching?" He asked her, his eyes drifting to the television but not recognising what was on the screen.

Sylvie shrugged at him. "Good question," she chuckled. "I'm not actually too sure of the name of it. But it's good. I'm enjoying myself. Occupying myself, as you said I should."

He nodded back at her, happy to just be relaxing on the couch with his girlfriend, happy to be settling down for the night. But, as he was about to fully relax, Sylvie spoke.

"I'm scared," she said, suddenly.

Antonio looked to her, worried. "Scared about what, Sylvie?"

Sylvie turned her body to face his and sighed as she crossed her legs and took his hands in hers. "I'm scared this isn't going to work out, Antonio. None of my past romances have... Harrison, Cruz, even Sean. I thought some of those were going to be forever. And now that I've got you... I'm scared I'm going to lose you too. You and I, we've been through so much already. What if something happens to change that?"

"Baby, nothing's going to change that," Antonio frowned, moving to face her as well. "I thought what I had with Laura was forever too, but look where I am now. I'm with you. And even though this is early days, I've got a good feeling about this. What we've been through? It only makes us stronger, Sylvie. It will continue to only make us stronger."

She bit her lip, looking down at their hands. "I really like you," she whispered.

Antonio, smiling, lifted a hand to her chin, raising her face. He looked at her deeply before speaking himself. "I really like you too."

Sylvie couldn't help but smile as she leant forward and kissed him softly, savouring the feeling. With Antonio's reassurance, she couldn't help but feel silly about feeling that way. This was all still new, but Antonio liked her just as much as she liked him. Everything was going to be okay.

Antonio looked up at the clock on the wall, sighing as he realised it was a quarter past eleven. His eyes moved down to Sylvie, curled up on the couch beside him, her head on his lap. She'd fallen asleep just after 10:30, having been tired after the stress of their evening.

He carefully moved from under her head before stepping in front of her and picking her up in his arms. As he made his way to the spare bedroom he stopped, thinking for a moment. After tonight, it didn't feel right to let her sleep alone in a bed that wasn't rightfully hers. Without a second thought, he moved toward his bedroom, laying her down under the covers and pulling them back up over her as he moved to his own side of the bed before pulling off his shirt and climbing in beside her.

Having her beside him felt right.