A/N: These next few chapters were some of my favorites ones to write, and you'll see why soon enough. I knew as soon as Gabby lost the baby that I wanted her to end up back in Puerto Rico at some point, but I didn't want it to happen too soon; I wanted to give their relationship some time to develop and grow first. Please don't be mad at me for breaking Kelly and Gabby up! I couldn't think of a valid reason why she'd go back to Puerto Rico if she and Kelly were still together, plus it seemed to make sense. Their relationship started so suddenly and they've been through so much; it's only normal for them to have doubts about whether they're actually meant to be.

Gabby had been back in Puerto Rico for almost two months and she was absolutely miserable. When she'd come here six years ago, back when she and Matt had been taken a break, she'd been able to throw herself into her work and forget everything else. She'd been happier than she had been in years. But this time, it was different. No matter how hard she tried, she couldn't stop thinking about Kelly. She missed him. She missed his smile, his laugh, feeling his arms around her, hearing him call her Pretty Gabby. She missed everything.

Antonio stood outside the door to his sister's room, listening to her cry herself for sleep just as she had every night since she'd arrived. He still hadn't gotten out of her exactly what had driven her back to Puerto Rico, but he suspected that it had something to do with Kelly.

He hadn't pushed at first, wanting to give his sister some time to work through things on her own, assuming that she'd come talk to him when she was ready. That's how it always had been between them: when something was bothering one of them, the other one gave them space until they were ready to talk. But it had never taken this long before, and Antonio was worried. Gabby had thrown herself into the work, obviously trying to distract herself from whatever had sent her running back to Puerto Rico, and that, combined with the fact that she hadn't been sleeping well since she arrived, was taking a toll on her.

"Gabby?" he called softly, knocking on her door. "Can I come in?"

Gabby didn't answer, but he heard shuffling sounds come from the other side, and then the handle turned and the door opened just a crack. Antonio waited for a few seconds before pushing it the rest of the way open. The sight that greeted him broke his heart. His sister was sitting on her bed, knees pulled up to her chest, her face buried in her arms that were resting on top of her knees, and her body was shaking with silent sobs.

"Hey, Gabriela," Antonio soothed, sitting down next to her on the bed. "Talk to me, hermana. I'm worried about you."

"I miss him, 'Tonio," Gabby said, lifting her head to look at her brother. "He's the reason I left, but I miss him so much."

"What do you mean?" Antonio prodded gently. "Why is he the reason you left?"

"I wasn't sure if I loved him for him, or if he loved me for me, or if we just loved each other because that's what we thought was supposed to happen," Gabby explained, only confusing Antonio even more. "When I was pregnant, Kelly was so thoughtful and caring and attentive. It was easy to love him. But then we lost Brooklyn and we were both hurting and grieving, and I began to doubt our relationship. I love him, but do I love him for who he is, or do I love him because I was carrying our baby and we're now linked together through our grief? I'm terrified that it isn't real, but I'm also terrified that it is real."

Antonio pulled his little sister to him and held her while she cried. He suspected that she was crying for the baby that she'd lost and for her lost hopes and dreams as much as she was crying over Kelly. He'd be the first to admit that Dawsons weren't good at dealing with their feelings, and he had a suspicion that his sister had never really given herself a chance to grieve until now.

"What if he doesn't love me?" Gabby whispered. "What if it was all only because of the baby, and then because he felt obligated to stay with me? He and Stella had barely broken up when we slept together, and he said he loved her. What if he doesn't really love me, "Tonio? What if he just loves being with me because I'm not Stella?"

Kelly looked up from his paperwork when he heard a knock on his door. Casey was standing there, holding two cigars in his hand. "Not right now, man," he told Casey, but Casey shook his head.

"It's been two months since she left, Kelly. You've barely said a word to any of us since then unless it's been at a call or something else related to work, and you don't even come to Molly's at all anymore. I'm not taking no for an answer anymore. You need to talk to someone, even if it's not me," Casey insisted.

Kelly sighed, knowing from experience just how stubborn his friend could be. "Fine," he said, getting up and taking one of the cigars from Matt's hand. The two friends made their way outside, taking up position on the roof of the firehouse, just as they'd frequently done before Matt left for Portland.

"Gabby and I went to New York to try and get a fresh start. Since that's where everything happened, I think we hoped that, by going back there, everything would be set right again. But it wasn't. If anything, it fell apart even more," Kelly admitted.

"But I thought you two were happy?" Casey questioned. To everyone else, it had appeared that Kelly and Gabby were a happy couple. Then suddenly they were back from New York and Gabby was announcing that she was leaving for Puerto Rico for three months, and Kelly was moping around the firehouse.

Kelly sighed. "We were really good at pretending. After we lost Brooklyn…it was like we lost each other, too. Everything that had seemed so easy before was now hard. It's like we didn't know how to exist as a couple without Gabby being pregnant with my baby." He looked over at Matt. "I never loved Gabby because she was carrying my baby; I love her because she's Gabby; she's stubborn and headstrong and beautiful, and she drives me crazy. But nothing was the same after we lost Brooklyn, for either of us.

"Everything happened so quickly. One minute we were having what was supposed to be a one night stand, both of us insisting that we weren't ready for a relationship, and then the next minute she was here, pregnant with my baby. Then suddenly she wasn't pregnant anymore. It's like we couldn't figure out what normal was supposed to be because nothing had ever been normal between us," Kelly finished.

"And that's why she left for Puerto Rico?" Casey asked.

Kelly nodded. "She said she was hoping some time apart would give us a chance to think and figure things out."

"And has it?" Casey prodded.

"I don't know," Kelly admitted, running his hand over his face. "I miss her so much. I just…if we can't work things out…I'm scared, Casey. Scared that I'm going to lose her and scared that I screwed it all up."

"Gabby's scared, too, Sev," Casey told him. "That's why she's running. She loves you, but I think it scares her. After everything that you two have gone through, she's scared that it isn't real. She's scared that what happened to us will happen in your relationship, too. Gabby…she's strong, and she's a fighter, but she's also vulnerable and scared."

"How do I fix it?" Kelly asked. "How do I make her believe that what I feel for her is real?"

"You have to show her," Matt told him. "She needs to see that you love her for who she is, and not for who you want her to be."

Kelly nodded, thinking for a moment. "I guess I thought it would be easier," he admitted. "I mean, I knew that the divorce had been hard on her; she told me as much when we were in New York. But I guess I didn't realize how much it would impact our relationship."

Casey watched his friend climb down from the roof. He knew how hard this all was on Kelly, and he couldn't help but feel guilty, knowing that the way things had ended between himself and Gabby was the main reason it had happened.

Antonio softly closed the door to his sister's room, not wanting to wake her. She'd finally cried herself to sleep, and he was hopeful that she'd sleep for at least a few hours, knowing how much she needed it. He walked to the living room and picked his phone up off of the coffee table, searching through his contacts until he found the number he was looking for.

"Antonio? What's wrong? Is Gabby okay?"

Antonio could hear the panic in Kelly's voice, but ignored it, too angry to care. "What the hell did you do to my sister, Kelly? Why is she back here in Puerto Rico, convinced that you don't actually love her?"

"I do love her, Antonio. But I screwed up. I didn't fight for her like I should have. After we lost Brooklyn, we both tried to go on like everything was the same. I just assumed that she knew that I loved her because of her, not because she was having my baby. I didn't realize…I didn't think about how much her past still impacted her, and how scared she still was of history repeating itself."

"So what are you going to do about it?" Antonio asked. "Cause right now she's in her room after crying herself to sleep while I held her. She's not done that since we were kids."

"I want to come there. I want to fight for her."

Antonio and Kelly talked for another hour, and when they hung up, arrangements had been made for Kelly to come to Puerto Rico, to fight for the woman he loved.