The ride to the hospital was excruciatingly long. Antonio was sitting in the chair next to Sylvie's head holding her hand; with every bump Sylvie would gasp and squeeze as tight as she could, the pain in her shoulder was unbearable. She cried out when they hit a large pothole, "Hey, just look at me, we're almost there, just squeeze as hard as you can, okay?" Antonio was trying to comfort her knowing she hadn't received pain meds. Sylvie had locked eyes with Antonio as soon as they were in the truck and hadn't looked away since, she was hanging on to him for dear life, he was her safe place. "It hurts" she stuttered through chattering teeth, with tears running down the sides of her face. "I know," he said as he removed his large parka and laid it across her for extra warmth.
Antonio could hardly stand it, he was doing everything in his power to be strong for Sylvie but sitting there watching her as she cried out in pain at every little bump, was going to be the death of him. He had prayed when Sophia was born that he would never have to watch her suffer again but here she was in agonizing pain with no immediate relief and the only comfort he was able to offer was his hand. He needed her to squeeze all her pain into him, hoping it would bring her some relief but knowing it wouldn't.
"I need to tell you something." She said barely above a whisper, still shaking hard from being cold. "It can wait Syl, just try to relax, Med is just another couple minutes." He shushed her. She shook her head, "It really can't." Sylvie tried to relay the seriousness of the information as she stared into his eyes. "What can be more important than getting you to the hospital?" He pleaded with her, hoping she would just relax. She lifted her head slightly and looked at who could hear over the sound of the truck, part of squad stayed behind to help with the wreck so no one was close enough if Antonio leaned down to her.
"It's important, I promise." She gave him a small sad smile. He nodded and leaned down to her, stopping an inch from her face, still staring into her eyes. She looked nervous, almost sad, he thought. "I don't want you to find out at the hospital." She paused for a moment and broke her eye contact. "I'm pregnant." She was looking at the ceiling scared to look into his eyes.
They had never discussed more kids, she had mentioned it after Sophia was born but he had never responded. He had only told her one time when they were first dating that he really didn't want anymore. He was in his forties with two almost grown kids, they had chaotic and dangerous jobs with even more chaotic schedules, all their free time was spent with the three they already at had home. She also had a feeling he was terrified that if she were to get pregnant again it would go the same way it did before and if she was being honest so was she, she didn't know if she could do it again. She didn't want to see that look of disappointment/hurt/ betrayal/fear that she feared would be there if she looked at him.
Antonio squeezed her hand; she reluctantly turned her head to look at him. She couldn't read his expression; he had an exceptional poker face. "It's okay." Was all he said and squeezed her hand again. "I'm sorry." She whispered sadly, shaking her head slightly, tears reappearing down the sides of her face. He reached with his free hand and wiped her tears with his thumb, "I said it's okay, we'll talk later, this isn't the place for that." He tried to comfort her as he pushed her hair back out of her face and leaned all the way down and kissed her forehead.
Internally, Antonio was losing it but he needed to keep himself together for her, it wasn't solely her fault. They had fallen into a habit of not being careful even after she had warned him she wasn't on birth control, her reason he didn't remember at the moment. They were like ships passing in the night most days and things would just happen quickly, no thoughts or cares given. Having a sex life with a one-year-old, shift work, and on call pagers was erratic and haphazard at best. They should have discussed it and he was kicking himself for never being brave enough to bring it up. It wasn't even the not wanting kids part, he would have as many kids as she wanted if it would make her happy, as long as it didn't put her through hell again. That's what terrified him, the prospect of having to watch her suffer again and the very real possibility of losing her, so another baby just wasn't worth it to him.
The truck arrived at Med, everything happened fast, it was a blur, getting Sylvie out, getting her a room, tests being ordered, he just stood outside the door watching and letting the doctors do what they needed to. He felt a hand on his shoulder and turned around, it was Matt. "Hey bro, how's Gabby? I was going to come find you in a minute." Antonio turned towards him. "They took her to x-ray and to get an MRI, they told me to stay here, she woke up but she was very disoriented." He said sadly, shoving his hands in this pockets.
"How's Sylvie?" Matt asked hoping she was okay. "She's awake, not too bad considering, I guess. She thinks her collarbone is broken, her shoulder is dislocated, maybe a concussion, she needs stitches where she hit her head, and hypothermia. We'll see after she goes for x-rays and stuff." Antonio shrugged, he wasn't in the best of moods and wasn't up for small talk.
"Thank god, when I looked over that ledge and saw their rig, it took everything not to lose it, if it wasn't for Severide taking control and barking orders at me, I would have been a mess lying on the ground." Matt said as he put his hand on Antonio's shoulder. Antonio wasn't paying attention; he looked like his mind was a hundred miles away. "You okay?" Matt asked him, giving him a small shake. Antonio looked at him and nodded, "Yeah just have a lot on my mind but listen, um, I need to get back in here will you let me know when Gabby gets back down? I want to see her."
"Yeah, I will and I called your mom and let her know what is going on and warned her to stay home, I told her that we don't want her out on the streets getting hurt also." Matt informed him. "Thanks, I appreciate it. Uh, do you know where Kim is?" Antonio asked as he gave Matt a hug. "Yeah, she said she was going to update Voight or something, said she would be right back." Matt pointed in the direction of the elevators. "Okay, will you send her to me when she gets back?" Matt nodded and Antonio disappeared in to Sylvie's room.
Kim walked into the room but Antonio didn't hear her, he was sitting in the chair across from Sylvie's bed with his head between his legs and his fingers locked behind his head, he looked stressed. "Hey." She said softly not wanting to wake Sylvie. He sat up and lifted his head and looked at her, "Hey" he exhaled deeply and stood and stretched. "I got you a coffee." Kim handed him the coffee. He gladly took it knowing he was in for a long night. "How's she doing?" Kim looked over at Sylvie and back to Antonio. She had been going back and forth between Matt and Antonio all evening making sure they were okay.
Antonio huffed, "Better, I think, since they popped her shoulder back in and got her in a brace. Let's go somewhere else, she's exhausted." Antonio whispered and motioned for the door and they both headed for the waiting room. They walked slowly taking their time, neither one of them talking. Kim stopped suddenly and grabbed his arm turning him to face her. "What?" he was surprised by her action.
She pulled him in for a hug, "I just want you to know I love you and everything will be okay." She tightened her hug. "Thanks, this is just a shitty Christmas, Sylvie's been worried for months about missing it and this happens." He broke their hug and threw his arm around her shoulders and continued walking toward the waiting room. "And now the kids are worried, they want to be here for Gabby and Sylvie, they're pissed that I won't let them." He sighed. "I need to ask you for a favor." He said as they made it to the waiting room and took a seat at the table. "Yeah, anything, you know that." She assured him.
"Laura was supposed to pick the kids up this morning for Christmas and they were going to stay until tomorrow but the roads were too bad so they're at home and they have Sophia with them, I was supposed to pick her up from Laura when I got off work." He explained. "I trust them and know they would be fine but I'll feel better if you or Adam were there during the night." It wasn't exactly a question but she knew what he meant and agreed, "Of course, I'll have Adam pick me up in a little bit, we'll go there, everything will be fine." She smiled at him. He just nodded while looking at the table and picking at a scratch on the surface. Kim stared at him wishing there was something she could do.
The door to the waiting room opened, it was Matt. "Anything yet?" Kim asked. Matt shook his head, "No, they said three hours or so and it's been almost four." He sighed and sat down at the table. Gabby's spleen had ruptured while she was getting x-rays and she was rushed in for emergency surgery. Antonio let out a deep breath, "This is all so fucked up." He stood and walked to the window and stared out, it was almost midnight, Christmas was almost over, and him and Sylvie didn't get to see the kids at all, he was planning on surprising her at the firehouse with Sophia after he got off work. Matt and Kim watched him as he paced from window to window just staring out each one.
Matt's phone rang startling the three of them. It was the nurse letting him know that Gabby was out of surgery and in recovery. Antonio was leaning against the window watching Matt as he talked to the nurse. "They said we can come up and sit with her." Matt turned to Antonio and let him know. "Okay, I have to go back and check on Sylvie first." he said and pushed himself off the window and headed toward the door. "I'll go with you, Adam just texted he'll be here in about ten minutes." Kim got up to follow him.
It had been a week since the accident, it was New Years Day, a fresh start Sylvie thought to herself. She had been released from the hospital the next evening but Gabby was being released today. Sylvie wanted to visit her as soon as she was home but Antonio had been throwing himself into a case and hadn't been home before midnight any night that week and she couldn't drive. Eva had taken her to the hospital twice but she wasn't home tonight, so she would have to ask him. She decided to text him, 'Call me when you have a min please, love you'. She sat down in the front room floor to play with Sophia.
Antonio was sitting at his desk when his phone buzzed; he picked it up and read the text. He sighed and set the phone back down. "Who was that?" Kim asked giving him a knowing look. "No one" He lied and drug his hand through his hair. "Uh huh, well, you need to call that no one back. I'm not sure what's going on but pull your shit together, got it?" She wasn't playing with him, she knew him better than almost anyone.
Antonio knew he was avoiding Sylvie and he knew why but he was also aware he was being an ass. He felt like shit, she was hurt, down an arm, in pain from refusing any pain meds, and was home all day with Sophia, and he was dodging calls and going home late, he wasn't this guy and he knew he needed to do something. "I'll be in the garage." He told Kim and grabbed his phone and headed down the stairs for some privacy.
Sylvie was rolling a ball on the floor and Sophia was trying to kick it and laughing hysterically every time she missed. Sylvie's phone vibrated, she grabbed it and answered. "Hey" she answered, she knew it was Antonio. "Hey babe, what's up? Is everything okay?" he asked but figured she was fine. "Oh, no, sorry we're fine, I didn't really need anything, I just wanted to know if you'll be home early tonight. I really want to go see Gabby but sorry if you're busy, you can call me back later." She sighed and laid back on the floor hoping he would be home.
"Syl, please don't apologize, I'm not busy." He felt really shitty; he could tell she was nervous to talk to him. "I'll be home in a little bit, maybe an hour or so and we'll go see Gabby, promise." He exhaled. "Okay…but only if you're sure you're not busy." She didn't want him anymore upset at her. "I had already planned to be home early today, so I'll see you then okay, love you." He lied as he set on the corner of the table. "Okay, love you too." She hung up and sighed wishing he wasn't mad at her.
They still hadn't talked about it, Antonio was avoiding it and Sylvie wasn't going to start a fight about something they no longer had any control over, she was trying to wait for him to come to her but she was starting to think he never would. "SoSo how do you feel about a little brother or sister?" she hadn't said that out loud yet and it sounded strange. Sophia stopped and looked at Sylvie but was oblivious to what was actually being said and went about playing with her toys and talking her baby babble.
Her morning sickness hadn't been that bad and she didn't really feel anymore ran down or sick but that was hard to judge because of her injuries from the wreck, her whole body hurt. She was only about seven weeks so there was still plenty of time for this whole situation to spiral out of control. It terrified her that it could all go wrong but what else was she supposed to do? And now Antonio was mad but it was an accident, she didn't mean to get pregnant and she needed him to talk to her because she didn't know what to do. She tried to pull herself out of her thoughts before she got depressed and started to cry, she sat up and leaned against the couch and used her good arm to push herself up. She wanted to get a shower and clean up before Antonio got home.
Antonio decided to leave right away and knocked on Voight's door frame, "Hey, Sylvie needs me at home so I'm gonna head out and I need off the on-call list tonight too." Voight stared at him for a second, "Is everything okay? You've been here a lot this week." Voight knew something was going on; Antonio never avoided home or Sylvie especially if she was hurt. "Everything's fine, I just need sometime off tonight." He explained; he really didn't want to go into details with Voight. "Okay, I'll take you off, go home and take care of whatever you need to and tell Sylvie I hope she's feeling better." Antonio nodded at him and walked out.
Antonio found Sylvie in the shower with Sophia asleep in her crib in her bedroom. It was only eleven and he knew she wouldn't be expecting him this early so he called out before entering the bathroom so he wouldn't scare her. He walked in and sat on the toilet. "Hey, I missed you." he wasn't lying he really did miss her. The shower wall was glass and opened on one end, the glass was foggy so he couldn't quite see her. She poked her head out and looked at him, trying to determine his mood. He looked exhausted she thought. "I missed you, too." She moved back to finishing her shower, it was harder with only one arm.
"I'm sorry," he said as he leaned forward and put his head in his hands. "For what?" she said pretending that she wasn't upset. "Please don't do that, don't pretend that you haven't been upset because I've been shitty, that's not fair to you." He couldn't handle her invalidating her own feelings so he could feel better. She reached out and grabbed her towel and tried her best to wrap it around herself before she stepped out but she couldn't get it. "Can you help me?" she asked him while standing there dripping wet. He took the towel from her and helped her dry her body and hair and wrapped it around her. "Thanks." She smiled a small smile at him and went to get dressed in the bedroom; he followed her and laid down on the bed.
"I wasn't pretending not to be upset, I know you're mad at me and I just don't want to fight." She said in a small voice, she was avoiding looking at him while trying to get her clothes on. She was getting frustrated trying to get her shirt on, Antonio got off the bed and took the t-shirt out of her hand and helped get it over her head. "I'm not mad at you, I'm mad at myself." He stated looking her straight in the eyes. She didn't want to say what she was going to say next but she knew she had to throw it out there. "I can get an abortion?" It came out more as a question than a statement; she could feel her eyes starting to well up with tears.
Antonio took a step back from her and looked at her like she was crazy. "What the fuck Sylvie? Why would you suggest that?" he growled. She started to cry. Obviously she thought he might want it, he thought. He grabbed her and pulled her into a hug and held her as she sobbed into his chest. "I'm sorry, when I told you it was okay, I meant it, I promise, I'm not mad you're pregnant, I'm scared of you getting sick." He whispered to her as he rubbed her back, she just kept crying, all her emotions and pain she had bottled up over the past two weeks finally spilling out. He moved her backwards towards the chair in the corner, sat her down, and sat on his knees in front of her and just let her cry into his shoulder.
Sylvie had stopped crying but didn't move; she just kept her head buried in his neck. "Are you okay?" he asked her softly, he felt her shake her head no. "Look at me." He tried to coax her but she shook her head no again. "I need you to look at me so I can see your eyes, please." He begged her softly. She sniffled and pulled her head back to look at him. He cupped his hands around her face and held it there in front of him, she tried not to make eye contact with him, she was embarrassed from having a meltdown. "I'm sorry, you didn't do anything wrong and I'm not mad at you, I never could be, I shouldn't have acted like an ass." He stated as he put his forehead to hers. She pulled her eyes to his, he looked sad she thought. "I promise it was an accident, I didn't mean to get pregnant." She said softly as she moved her good hand to the back of Antonio's neck.
He closed his eyes for a minute to think and took a deep breath, "Okay, I need you to listen to me and remember this okay?" Antonio waited for her to nod. "First, we're married, this happens, you get careless and accidents happen, okay?" She nodded. "Second, stop being afraid to talk to me or tell me something, I've told you before that no matter what, everything else stops and I will listen and I won't judge, remember?" she responded with an almost inaudible "yea". "Third, I could never be mad at you, upset maybe, but I would never be so mad that you're the reason I shut down, that's my own shit, so please stop thinking it's you." She just stared at him. "And lastly, don't ever think you need to apologize for getting pregnant we were both there and either one of us could have stopped it but we didn't and that's on both of us. And yeah we screwed up…again, does it suck? Sure. Will it be hard? Probably, but we're going to work through it and pray to god you don't get sick again, but if you do, I'll still be here, I promise." He held eye contact with her, making sure she believed him.
She didn't speak but she leaned forward and kissed him gently on the lips and just lingered there for several seconds. She pulled back and leaned back in the chair cradling her hurt arm. "I never wanted an abortion." She said sadly. She could see a spark of anger and disgust in his eyes when she said that word. He stood up and moved back to the bed and sat down. "It was never an option." He sighed as he ran his hand through his hair.
He laid back on the bed, "I'm sorry, I know I've been avoiding you and this, I just didn't know how to handle it." He rubbed his palms into his eyes. Sylvie just sat in the corner quiet. "It was too much at one time, the wreck, you and Gabby hurt, this." He exhaled loudly. "But at least we have longer than three months to figure it out, this time." He chuckled and lifted his head to look at her and winked at her trying his best to lighten the mood. She smiled at him but didn't quite mean it.
"You're a good husband, I hope you know that." She whispered as she pulled her sling on and moved to lay on the bed next to him. He turned his head to look at her and nodded. "No, I mean it, I know I get emotional and I keep a lot in and I overanalyze situations but you always know what to say to make me feel better." She rolled into his side and kissed his cheek. "I don't know about that, I feel like I'm failing all of you ninety percent of the time." He admitted bringing his arm up to cover his eyes.
Sylvie readjusted herself so she was sitting with her legs crossed next to his head, "What?" She reached and pulled his arm away from his face and he looked up at her. "You're not failing anyone, what would make you think that?" she was surprised. He looked at her, "I work too much, I barely see you or the kids, we haven't had a day off together in weeks, and you're afraid to tell me things. I don't know Syl, I'm just trying to do better than my first marriage but sometimes it feels like I'm headed in the same direction." He pulled his eyes toward the ceiling not wanting to see any hurt from his confession.
She grabbed his chin and made him look at her, she was mad, he thought. "You don't seriously think that do you? Cause that's crazy, you and Laura didn't work out because of your job, we don't have that problem." She motioned between the two of them. "And it's the holidays and winter, both of our busiest time of the year. I love you, the kids love you, and we understand and Sophia is too little to know any different. And I flipped out over a baby, I'm allowed to do that, I'm hormonal. I cried yesterday because Sophia dropped a banana on the floor and I had to pick it up. And my shoulder feels like it's broken in ten places and I stupidly refused pain meds so I hurt bad all the time." She sighed and rubbed her shoulder.
"And I'm not afraid to tell you things, we talk about everything, this was just something we have never discussed except you telling me you didn't want more kids, so I justifiably panicked and you started avoiding me right after I told you, so what was I supposed to think? I was going to tell you the day after Christmas but everything went to shit and I didn't want you to find out in the hospital again. So stop with this failing crap, you've never failed us and you never could, you're a great husband and father. And there's no way in hell I'm ever leaving you and I'm pretty damn sure you're not leaving me." Sylvie went on a small tirade as he just laid there and stared at her.
The only thing he could focus on was that she said she was in pain all the time; none of the rest of it mattered to him at the moment. "You need fill the prescription the doctor gave to you, he said it wouldn't affect the baby." He gently pulled her hand off his chin and kissed the back of it. "Did you hear anything else I said?" she said exasperated. "I heard it all, the only part that matters at this moment though is that you're in pain." He pushed himself up off the bed and grabbed her hand and tugged her up to her knees on the bed pulling her into a hug, "We'll stop on the way to see Gabby, let's get going." He kissed her forehead and headed to get Sophia ready. Sylvie sighed and climbed off the bed to finish getting ready knowing their conversation was done and he wouldn't be able to focus on anything else until she filled the prescription.
Sylvie stood in Gabby's bedroom doorway staring at her for a moment as Gabby read a magazine, she couldn't believe just a week ago she almost lost her, hell they both could have died if Antonio wouldn't have gotten concerned. "Hey Sis, come sit." Gabby's voice pulled Sylvie out of her thoughts, she smiled and headed for the bed. "How're you feeling?" she asked as she sat on the bed next to Gabby and grabbed her hand. "Sore but I have some good pain meds and I wish I could walk but doc said no weight for at least six weeks and maybe another surgery, ugh." She groaned. "What about you, you look stressed?"
Sylvie shrugged, "I'll be okay, just tired and my shoulder is killing me, luckily Sophia can crawl up and down the stairs now if I walk behind her because I can't carry her. Eva tries to get everything together in the mornings before she leaves but I can't keep relying on her, it isn't fair and Laura's stopped by a couple times but she has the bakery and can't stay long." Sylvie gave Gabby a small smile, "Sorry for complaining when you can't even move at all, do you need anything? I can go get it."
Gabby shook her head, "No, you're hurt too don't even think about it. Besides that's what the guys are for." Gabby chuckled, then got a serious look on her face. "Hey, thank you for saving me, I should have listened when you suggested going back." She started to tear up.
"No, don't cry, it's okay, I'm not mad and you were right, it's our job to get to the people and help them, we put our lives on the line, it's just part of the job, it's not you're fault at all." Sylvie moved closer to Gabby to give her a hug careful not to hurt her. "And I would have done anything to save you, you're my sister and I love you. I don't need a thank you."
Gabby sniffled and wiped her eyes, "I just feel bad, it all could have been avoided. I'm just glad you didn't get anymore hurt or we would have frozen to death." Sylvie squeezed her a little more. "Well how about I tell you some news that no one knows yet to cheer you up?" Sylvie wanted to lighten the conversation. Gabby nodded her head, "You know how much I love gossip." Sylvie smiled, not sure if she should be saying anything, since her and Antonio hadn't discussed the details yet. "Well, it's still really early and we haven't really discussed details yet…" Gabby interrupted, "Oh my god, you're pregnant!" Sylvie smiled and nodded. "Yeah but shush, we haven't even discussed telling anyone yet."
Gabby had the biggest grin on her face. "How far along? And are you okay?" Gabby was obviously excited. Sylvie chuckled. "I'm about seven weeks and so far so good, hopefully it stays that way. Tonio's really concerned though."
"Hey Sis! What am I concerned about, Syl? Antonio asked as he walked into the room carrying Sophia. Sylvie glanced at Gabby and back at Antonio. "Umm, I let Gabby in on our news." She was apprehensive not knowing if he would be okay with it being out in the world yet. "Of course you did, I didn't expect that you would be able to keep it a secret from her for very much longer." He laughed as he walked over to Gabby and held Sophia up so she could give her Tia a kiss without hurting her. "How're you feeling?"
"Bored and hurting, it sucks but it could be worse." She groaned. "Thanks to your pretty perfect and terrific wife here we got to live another day." Sylvie blushed, " I was just doing what you would have done too and besides you've saved my life before, I wouldn't have made it through being pregnant with Sophia if it wasn't for you."
"I'm just glad that all three of you are okay." He winked at Sylvie, knowing she was still uneasy and he kissed Gabby on the head. "Matt wants to know what you want for lunch sis and if you want anything, babe?" Gabby looked at Sylvie and cocked her eyebrow. "You hungry? We can send one of them for something, Chinese? Pizza?"
Sylvie shook her head, "No, not really, I think these pain pills are really kicking in, I'm exhausted." She yawned. "I think we're gonna head home, maybe Tonio or Eva can drop me and Soph off in the morning and we'll spend the day here with you and Matt can help me with Sophia, can we do that?" Gabby quickly agreed; she needed the company and distraction from being stuck in the bed. "Okay, we'll see you tomorrow, love you."
The house was quiet, Antonio didn't want to check his phone but he thought maybe it was close to midnight or a little after and he couldn't sleep. He could hear Sylvie's steady breathing, the blackout curtains made the bedroom impossibly dark but he knew instinctively where she was and how she was laying, she slept he same way every night, in a ball on her side with her back to him and all the covers rolled around her in the middle of their king size bed. He usually had to wrap himself around her for warmth but with her shoulder hurt he didn't want to risk it so he had been sleeping with an extra blanket.
He reached out and touched her back, she didn't move, he knew she was sound asleep. He inched closer to her so he was just next to her back, thank god they had a good mattress that didn't move, he thought to himself. He pulled the comforter up off her back, she moved slightly and said something inaudible, she talked in her sleep a lot. He held still for a moment letting her settle back down and then continued with his mission. He'd done this every night of the last week since he found out she was pregnant, he found her stomach and placed his hand there and said a prayer. He wasn't particularly religious, they didn't attend church, the kids were baptized only because his mom would have a fit, and he said his prayers over the deceased out of courtesy. But this prayer was for Sylvie and the baby; he needed them to be safe and healthy because he didn't know if either of them could survive a repeat of last time.
"What are you doing?" Antonio jumped and pulled his hand back; she scared the shit out of him. "I couldn't sleep." Was all he could think of, a little embarrassed that he waited for her to sleep to touch her. She rolled on to her back and grabbed his hand and placed it back on her stomach. "We have to be okay with this, it deserves to be just as loved and wanted as Sophia." He started rubbing her stomach. "I was praying for you guys, that you stay healthy and it is wanted and loved, it's a part of you there's no way I can't love it." Sylvie moved and laid down on top of Antonio and pulled the covers over them, she snuggled into his chest as he wrapped his arms around her. "We're okay?" she asked as she laid there listening to his heartbeat. "We'll always be okay, even when we're not."
He was rubbing his hand up and down her back enjoying her weight on top of him and the silence. Sylvie spoke softly, "I'm scared too, I don't want to get sick, remember I'm the one that almost died." He kissed her on the top of her head. "I remember, single most terrifying ordeal of my life, even the two days Diego was kidnapped didn't touch the months of terror I felt, at least I knew we would get him back, but there was nothing I could do for you. But we're way past that now, let's try to move on and let whatever happens happen and pray for the best." She nodded her head into his chest and snuggled in a little more. Antonio heard Sylvie's breathing even out and knew she was asleep, he tried his best to situate her more into his side and laid there praying everything would turn out fine.