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You heard Kelly let out a little chuckle. “Soon. I need a favor.”

“Shoot,” You answered, propping your phone between your ear and shoulder as you climbed into your car.

“Ellie left one of her school files at my place, and she needs it today. She’s freaking out about getting in trouble. Can you swing by and get it, then come meet us at our usual breakfast spot?"

Without any trace of hesitation, you immediately agreed. “Sure, I can be there in 15.”

“Thanks, babe. I think it should be on the kitchen counter. See you soon.”

You hung up and made the all too familiar drive to Kelly’s place.

You’d known Kelly had a 12-year-old daughter even before you’d started dating. Kelly shared custody with his ex-girlfriend, and Ellie was given pretty free reign to decide when she wanted to sleep over at Kelly’s, as long as he wasn’t on shift.

You had a pretty cordial relationship with Ellie even though things had been a little awkward at first. You could tell that Ellie had tried her best to accept your presence in her father’s life, so you’d also done your best to give Ellie the space she needed while also making sure she knew you were happy to spend time with her and Kelly.

You made the quick trip to Kelly’s place and sure enough, 15 minutes later, you’d pushed open the diner door, spotting Kelly with his daughter in her usual favorite booth seat.

“Here you go.” You said with a smile, handing her file to her across the table.

Ellie smiled back at you. “Thank you. Sorry for the trouble.”

You smiled back. “No trouble. So, what are we having today? Pancakes?”

Ellie stuffed a forkful of pancakes into her mouth. “Dad wanted to order that for you but I told him he should just order the sausage platter instead."

“El, you better eat if you want to make it to school on time.” Kelly said, a tinge of a smile playing on his lips.

Ellie had just made a face at her father when your breakfast arrived at the table, a plate with a generous serving of sausages, hash browns and eggs.

“You know me much better.” You said, as Ellie smiled.

Kelly smiled as the both of you joked at his expense, but he was just happy that Ellie seemed much more at ease recently. There was still a tinge of awkwardness once in a while, but you’d reminded him it was to be expected and that you were fine and didn’t mind.

Ellie sat across from her mother’s boyfriend, Jake, feeling her stomach flip over and over.

“So, Ellie, I know you’ve been living with your mother for many years. Maybe it’s time for you to go live with your father.”

Ellie glanced up, feeling the pit in her stomach grow larger.

“Don’t you think this is too much for me? I’m barely in middle school. Why are you talking to me?” Ellie asked.

Jake gave Ellie a small smile. “Because it should come from you. You should tell your mother that you want to live with your dad. That would put your mom at ease.”

When Ellie didn’t say anything, Jake continued. “Listen, Ellie. Your mom hasn’t gotten around to telling you this but she’s pregnant. We’re having a baby.”

The words seemed to thunder through Ellie’s brain almost like they were going to swallow her whole.

This was the part she’d always been afraid of - her mother moving on, her father moving on. She could feel her body start to tremble just slightly.

“So, you see? It’ll be hard for all of us to keep staying together, right? Your mom has taken care of you all these years so don’t you think the baby should get some of that love, too? Besides, it'll be too much of a squeeze, don't you think?”

Ellie tugged at the hem of the sweatshirt she was wearing before she spoke again, her voice trembling slightly. “Does Mom know about this?”

“Ellie, Jake talked to me about it.” Almost as if on cue, Ellie heard her mother’s voice but it didn’t make her feel better or safe. "Come on, don't make things more difficult than they need to be."

Her mother had known. In fact, she was on Jake’s side.

"Ellie, you understand, don't you?" Her mother pressed again.

Then, another voice pierced through the fog that seemed to be about to engulf Ellie.

“What the hell do you think you’re doing?”

Ellie’s head snapped up just as you reached the table. You stood close to Ellie but still angled in a protective stance right next to the table they were seated at.

You’d been seated two tables away and the voices had traveled toward you. You’d hesitated about getting involved. After all, you weren’t sure how Ellie fit into all of this and honestly, you were in no place to talk to Ellie’s mother about her own daughter.

However, it had hit a nerve and you couldn’t sit back any longer. Before you knew it, you were already standing in front of Ellie.

“She’s a kid.” You said. Then, you turned toward Ellie’s mother. “She’s your kid.”

“You stay out of this.” Her mother snapped. "I don't need Kelly's new piece telling me how to take care of my daughter."

“I can’t. Not if you’re going to make Ellie feel like she’s an inconvenience. I won’t stand by and let her feel like she’s being dismissed. You…”

You were interrupted as you felt Ellie’s hand close around a couple of your fingers.

You turned to glance at her in surprise, half wondering if Ellie wasn’t too happy about you getting involved.

“Y/N, I wanna go.” Ellie’s voice was soft but firm.

This was also the first time she’d directly told you what she needed.

You nodded. “Shall we go see your dad?”

Ellie glanced up again. “Could we?”

“Yeah, come on. I’ll take you to the firehouse. Get your stuff.” You told Ellie before you led her out of the restaurant without another word.

You’d driven all the way to the firehouse in mostly silence, only breaking the silence once to apologize to Ellie for getting involved.

Ellie had just shook her head without saying anything.

You’d always known that Ellie’s mom wasn’t the greatest at decision making. She cared about Ellie in her own way but ultimately, she put her interests first. It drove Kelly crazy but at the same time, Kelly wasn’t keen on making too many big changes for Ellie’s sake, so he left it alone as long as Ellie was safe and relatively happy.

But today, things had gotten a little out of hand.

“Come on.” You said, as you killed the engine and got out of the car, leading the way in.

Kelly’s usual chair was empty, so you figured he was in his office.

“Hey Joe. Kelly around?” You asked, as the firefighters who were outside greeted Ellie enthusiastically.

“Hey, you guys! Yeah, he’s in his office. You want me to get him?” Cruz answered, flicking a concerned look at Ellie who seemed quieter than usual.

You shook your head. “No, we’ll go in.”

Cruz nodded and you led Ellie through the firehouse, waving at the rest of the guys in the common room, heading straight for Kelly’s office.

He spotted you just as you were approaching the office and he frowned.

“Hey, what’s…”

Kelly caught the look on Ellie’s face. “El?”

Ellie didn’t say anything, just walked straight into her father’s arms, burying her face into him.

Kelly was caught off-guard but still put his arms right around her. “What’s wrong?”

Ellie didn’t say anything but glanced at you.

“Hey El, why don't you go right in. I'll talk to Y/N for a bit then I'll come in, alright?” Kelly said, patting his daughter gently on the back of her head.

Ellie nodded, closing Kelly’s office door behind her.

Kelly took another glance at his daughter before he turned toward you.

“You good? What’s going on?” Kelly asked.

Honestly, you should have asked Ellie how much she wanted you to tell her father. Instead, here you were, stuck wondering how much you should tell Kelly.

Ultimately, you knew Kelly had to know everything, so you condensed it as much as possible, telling him everything you heard and saw.

You saw the emotions flicker across Kelly’s face - worry, disappointment, anger, and then worry again.

“Look, Kelly. I’m sorry.” You said.

Kelly frowned now. “What are you sorry for?”

“I know I shouldn’t have gotten involved. I just…” You paused. “I couldn’t let her sit there thinking she was unwanted. I know what it’s like. Hell, I was Ellie. Except, I didn’t have a father I could count on.”

Kelly leaned in to press you into a hug. “Thank you, Y/N.” He whispered, after a short beat.

“Hmm?” You hummed, even as you welcomed the hug.

“For being there for her.” Kelly said in a low voice.

You pulled away just slightly to look at him. “Look, I gotta run to a meeting but listen… you should do what’s right for her, alright? We’ll adapt around her. Whatever you decide, I’m good. Promise. Talk tomorrow?”

An unreadable look crossed Kelly’s eyes but he nodded. “Yeah, we’ll talk. Go do your thing.”

Kelly reached over to press a kiss against your lips.

“Be safe.” You said, before you turned to leave with a final wave to Ellie.

Kelly watched you go before he turned back around to glance at his daughter who was sitting perched on his bed.

With a small sigh, Kelly headed toward her.

Ellie looked up when Kelly came back in. “Dad, I…”

Kelly sat himself next to her. “Y/N told me some of what happened.”

Ellie just nodded, looking down.

“Why don’t you tell me what happened?” Kelly pushed gently.

Ellie exhaled before she looked up at her father again. “Mom’s pregnant.” She paused. “So, he told me to go stay with you.”

Kelly already knew this, yet he couldn’t help the way his body stiffened.

“Mom didn’t even argue.” Ellie shrugged.

Kelly exhaled slowly. “El, listen…”

“But Y/N did.” Ellie said, getting the words out quickly as if she was afraid she wouldn’t say it again if she lost this opportunity.

Kelly fell silent again.

“Y/N… she… no one other than you has ever done that for me.” Ellie said quietly. “Not even Mom.”

Kelly leaned toward Ellie, pulling her gently into his arms.

“El, what do you want?” Kelly asked.

Ellie looked up at her father.

“El, I told you before. You can stay with me whenever you want. So, what do you want to do?"

Ellie hesitated. “Dad, can I come live with you? I promise I won't get in your way."

“I would love to have you with me.” Kelly said quietly, pressing a kiss to the top of Ellie’s head. "You don't have to earn your right to be with me. You were born with that right."

Ellie just quietly buried her face into Kelly’s embrace.

When you arrived at the loft the next day, it was empty.

You figured Kelly and Ellie would be here soon. Kelly had dropped you a text to let you know that Ellie was staying with him at the firehouse that night and they’d be home once his shift was over. You didn’t need Kelly to tell you anything else.

You knew.

Ellie had been an unplanned pregnancy. In fact, Kelly had only found out after they’d broken up but Kelly had always been involved in Ellie’s life. So, it was a given that Kelly would choose the best for his daughter, and if that meant living with him, you knew Kelly would do it.

So, you headed into Kelly’s bedroom, clearing out some of your stuff that you’d left there before heading to the second bedroom and cleaning it up a little.

You figured Ellie would be feeling a little raw and vulnerable, so you didn’t want her to feel like this wasn’t her home.

You’d just straightened up most of the room when you heard the main door open.

“Hey.” Kelly greeted, heading toward you and giving you a quick kiss.

“Hey, good morning Lieutenant.” You said, before turning toward Ellie.

“Hey Ellie.” You greeted.

Ellie smiled at you as Kelly put Ellie’s bag on the ground.

“So, listen. I spoke to Ellie’s mom. We decided that Ellie would stay here. I think a change of pace will be good for her anyway.” Kelly said.

You nodded and smiled. “That sounds like a good plan.”

There was a small silence and Kelly’s eyes flicked to the small bag by the couch.

“Y/N?” Kelly asked, an eyebrow raised.

You smiled at Kelly. “Listen… I figured you guys might need some space… So, I can come around less for a bit. At least until things settle.”

Kelly frowned. “What…”

“You don’t have to go.” Ellie interrupted.

Both you and Kelly glanced at her.

Ellie was already settled into the couch, looking at the both of you.

“I… I want you here.” Ellie said quietly.

“You sure about this, Ellie?” You said. “I’m not… I’m not really leaving. I’ll just come around here less. We can still have breakfast and…”

Ellie shook her head. “No, I want you to stay. Please?”

You paused, your eyes scanning Ellie’s face.

“Yeah, of course.” You paused. “Thank you, Ellie. And if you need anything, you know you can come to me. I love hanging out with you. At least I have someone on my side when your dad’s being difficult.”

Ellie cracked a smile and Kelly’s hand closed around yours.

“Thank you, Y/N.” Ellie said quietly.

You smiled. “I’ll always be on your side, Ellie. Even against your dad.”

Ellie smiled, but after a beat she spoke again. “And, it’s El.”

You paused. Ellie usually only let her dad call her that.

You echoed her smile as it sunk in. “El, it is.”

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"Has anybody seen my wife?"

"She's not your wife, Severide," Casey said, rolling his eyes.

Kelly pointed a finger at him. "Not yet."

"You guys aren't even- You know what, I'm not getting involved in this again."

Casey went back to his paperwork, shaking his head in amusement. You and Kelly had been dating for longer than anyone could remember, so long now that it felt like there'd never been a time that you hadn't been attached at the hip. You'd started out as Shay's friend and after being kicked out by your old landlord, she'd insisted you stay with her and Kelly. Landing on your feet hadn't been too hard, but navigating a relationship with Kelly while you both lived under the same roof and worked in the same firehouse hadn't been easy. The two of you made it work somehow and to this day, nobody could recall when you both slipped from friends to something more.

Herrmann, whenever asked, would insist that he was responsible for it. He couldn't provide proof.

You waltzed into the kitchen, smiling when you spotted Kelly. "Hey, guys."

"There you are," Kelly said, moving towards you. "I've been looking for you."

"I was out restocking the ambo," you said, laughing as Kelly peppered your cheeks with kisses, caging you in his embrace. "Stop it, you big softie."

"Yes, please, stop it," Casey grumbled. "You guys are sickening."

You giggled, disentangling yourself from Kelly enough to peer past him and look at Casey. "Sorry, Matty."

He nodded like he didn't believe you. "Yeah, course you are." He glanced at Kelly. "You happy now you've found your wife?"

You raised an eyebrow at Kelly. "Wife, huh?" You patted his chest playfully. "Might wanna pop the question before calling me that, Severide."

He let you slip from his embrace and head for the kitchen counter to get a glass of water. You might not be his wife yet; Hell, you weren't even his fiancée, but Kelly Severide knew that you would be one day. He just needed to make it official.

Closing your locker door, you smiled at the sticker that had appeared just beneath your own name. The little 'Soon-to-be Severide' that Kelly had stuck there a few weeks ago had become something of a talking point for the firehouse, because neither of you had confirmed whether you were engaged or not.

Truth be told, Kelly still hadn't popped the question, but he'd suggested you both go to a fancy dinner at one of your favourite restaurants on your days off. He'd booked it in and told you to wear something pretty, so you had a sneaking suspicion that the moment was coming.

You weren't in any rush to get married. What you and Kelly had was special, even without a ring tying you to each other. For all extents and purposes, you might as well have been married though. You lived together, had a shared bank account and he never let you be the one to drive you both to work. The two of you even did your weekly grocery shop together.

Heading out of the locker room, you bumped into Herrmann and he held out a hand to steady you. "Whoa there, Mrs Severide."

Rolling your eyes, you said, "Not yet."

"No, not yet," Herrmann agreed. "Doesn't stop Severide from telling everyone with ears that you're his wife."

"Stop it, it's cute," you said.

"Cute for you, maybe," Herrmann said. "I tell you, the wedding better be the event of the century for all he's talked about marrying you."

"I'll be sure to consult with you in the planning of this potential wedding," you promised.

"Potential? Sweetheart, if Severide doesn't pop the question soon, I'm going to do it for him," Herrmann said. "At least then it'll be official when he calls you his wife."

Kelly rounded a corner and spotted you immediately. "Hey, there's my wife!"

Herrmann watched in amusement as Kelly beelined for you and swept you up into his arms. Even after so many years, he never stopped being a hopeless romantic when it came to you. He'd sweep you off your feet every single day if he could, doing a little spin with you in his arms before placing you back on the ground. Shay used to call it the 'Severide Special' because he only ever acted like that with you. It made you feel loved.

When he put you down, Kelly said, "Hey, you wanna have lunch with me?"

"She has lunch with you every day, Severide," Herrmann said. "When has she ever said no?"

"He's right," you said. "But sure, I'm starving."

Kelly threw an arm around your shoulders and said, "You wanna join us, Herrmann?"

"Absolutely not."

"Get the hell out of there!"

The call came through the radio and you didn't hesitate to bolt from the burning building. Orders were orders and you were certain that the place was clear of any people, so you headed back the way you'd come with Casey at your side, only to find your path blocked by a chunk of ceiling that had given way above you. It had taken out the stairs, leaving you and Casey trapped with no hope of getting down.

"Shit!" you exclaimed, reaching for your radio. "Chief, Casey and I can't come out the way we came in. We'll look for an alternative exit."

"What the hell do you mean, you can't come out the way you came in?" Kelly's voice came over the radio.

"We're trapped," you replied. "Ceiling caved and we can't get out."

"I'm coming in."

"Negative, Severide. This building's unstable."

You grimaced, sharing a look with Casey. He pointed across the room. "Window."

"We're on the second floor," you reminded him.

"Good thing you're not afraid of heights," Casey replied. "There should be a fire escape."

"This structure is not sound. It could blow any minute."

"We need to move," Casey said.

The two of you crossed the room to the window and Casey shattered the glass. The flames around you roared more ferociously as you leaned through the frame to judge your drop. It was a long one, too high to avoid any significant injuries and there was no fire escape.

"We can't," you told Casey. "We'll bust our legs from a drop like that. There's gotta be another way."

"That was our only way," Casey said, pointing to the flaming hunk of ceiling blocking your path.

You saw another doorway that led to a stairwell that only went up. "What if we go up?"

"Up?"

"Yeah," you replied, gesturing for him to follow. "Up!"

"Casey, come in. Where are you guys?"

"West side of the building," Casey replied. "We're heading up. Down isn't an option."

"We'll find a way," you said into the radio.

Down on the ground, Kelly was pacing back and forth, staring at the building as the flames rose higher. He headed over to Boden once more, anguish in his voice as he said, "C'mon, Chief, let me go in there and get them."

"I can't risk it, Severide," Boden said. "They'll find a way out."

"But that's my wife in there!" Kelly said. "You gotta let me go get her."

"Hey, so Casey and I can't get out," you said over the radio. "If anyone can hear us, we need support at the west side of the building. Third window from the left. Jump cushion, preferably."

There was a scramble of movement as the team on the ground raced into action. Hauling the jump cushion around to the west side of the building, they found themselves in an alleyway that wasn't big enough for the engines to fit through. Kelly was leading the operation, watching as the cushion inflated.

"Sweetheart, can you hear me?" he asked.

"Yeah. You good?"

"We're ready for you," he replied, as a signal that the cushion was inflated came his way.

"Coming to you," you said.

Above his head, Kelly heard the shattering of glass before both you and Casey came hurtling through a window. The two of you plummeted towards the ground, landing with a loud 'oomf' as the cushion cradled your falls. The two of you vanished as the fabric enveloped you both and Kelly scrambled onto the cushion to get to you.

"Sweetheart? C'mon, sweetheart!" he called.

"Woo!" Your exclamation preceded you rising to your feet unsteadily, clutching Casey's arm for support. "That was incredible!"

Kelly tackled you in a hug that took you off your feet. Fortunately, you had a soft landing, but poor Casey's legs were knocked from under him and he landed hard on top of the two of you.

"Jesus Christ, Kel!" you groaned, pinned beneath the weight of two fully grown men. "Get off!"

He pushed himself up so that he wasn't crushing you as Casey rolled away from the two of you. Breathless and fuelled by adrenaline, Kelly leaned in and kissed you, emotions running high.

When he pulled away, he whispered, "Marry me?"

And, in the heat of the moment, you couldn't do anything else besides say, "Yes."

"You finally did it, man," Casey chuckled, knocking the top of his beer bottle against Kelly's. "You finally made that woman your wife."

"Yeah, after bragging about it for years," Herrmann chimed in. "Gotta say, it'll be nice knowing you guys are actually married instead of having to explain to people why there's no rings."

Kelly looked over to where you stood chatting to a few of the guys, wearing the same white dress he'd married you in not six hours earlier. The ceremony had been small, just your friends and immediate family, but it had been everything you both wanted and more.

He had finally made you his and all of your friends had been witness to the first time he called you his wife and had it be true, turning to the assembled guests with a victorious smile on his face before boasting that he'd finally got the girl.

You caught his eye across the room, a pretty smile on your face that had Kelly's own turning radiant. Even after all this time, it never got old to refer to you as his wife and he knew that he would spend the rest of his life enjoying every time he got to say it.

Hours later, you finally found your way back to Kelly, slipping into place at his side and receiving a soft kiss to the temple as a hello. Yawning, you hid it behind your hand but your eagle-eyed husband took note.

"You ready to head out?" he asked.

"Of our own wedding?" you replied.

"Nobody'll notice," Kelly said. "And besides, we gotta go consummate this marriage."

"This is not the 1800s, Mr Severide," you reminded him.

"Doesn't mean I can't still uphold old traditions," he replied, kissing you fleetingly. "Mrs Severide."

You melted at that, looking at Kelly with so much love sparkling in your eyes that it was impossible to deny how much you two were meant for one another.

"Alright, fine," you relented. "Let's go, husband."

"Say no more, wife." Kelly crouched slightly, looped one hand behind your knees and hoisted you effortlessly into his arms. With a squeal of surprise, you just managed to get your arm around his shoulders to steady yourself as he settled you in his hold.

"I can't wait to take you home," Kelly said.

"Who says we're waiting until we get home?" you teased.

Kelly grinned. "Who knew my wife was such a scandalous woman?"

"Hey, you married me," you said. "You knew this years ago."

Kelly kissed you softly. "Why do you think I put a ring on it?"

With a few shouted goodbyes to your friends, you and Kelly took your leave. The remaining guests watched you go, revelling in the way you held onto Kelly and still looked at him the same way you did when you both first started dating.

Y/n knew Jay would be so upset if he knew she left the house in this weather. Since she became pregnant, the man has become even more protective than before. However, she knew he was having a busy day and couldn't leave work just because Y/n was hot — although he would do that if Y/n called him and asked to buy a fan.

But everything got worse when Y/n's vision became blurry and a feeling of nausea appeared. Jay's wife leaned against the wall next to her, trying to get some shade to compose herself. She brought a hand to her mouth, trying to breathe slowly to calm her heart that was beating rapidly against her chest.

"Miss! Miss, are you okay?" a man appeared in front of her, with a worried look. "Do you need me to call an ambulance?"

"No, it's okay." she managed to whisper. "Could you help me get to Fire Station 51? It's just a two-minute walk." the man, already advanced in age, seemed friendly enough for Y/n to trust him. And the truth was that she had no other option, as it seemed like her legs were going to give out at any moment.

"Sure thing, ma'am. Here, lean on my arm." he agreed with a gentle smile, offering her his arm to help her walk. "In this heat, no one should be walking around. It could be dangerous, especially in your condition."

"I know." Y/n sighed, knowing that beyond this lecture, she was going to hear worse from Jay when he found out. "But I wanted to buy a fan. It wasn't even a five-minute walk."

The man patted her hand in understanding. "I don't judge you, dear. My wife has already had three children, and in all of them, she was very stubborn. I understand that you don't want to be dependent on us, poor husbands, but we just want you to be well."

The woman didn't respond, now feeling even more guilty for not calling Jay to ask for this favor. She didn't want to bother him, but the plan didn't go as expected. The rest of the short walk was done in silence, Y/n's cheeks becoming more flushed, and having difficulty breathing in the hot air.

When they finally saw the fire station, Jay's wife couldn't be more relieved. Gabby and Brett, who were getting out of the ambulance, having just arrived from a call, noticed Y/n's tired form and immediately took hurried steps towards her, helping to carry her and him into the shade.

"Y/n? What happened? Are you feeling okay?" Gabby asked worriedly, helping her into the back of the ambulance. Y/n sat down, one hand on her stomach and the other on her back, closing her eyes as she started to feel dizzy.

"I'll call Jay." she managed to hear Brett say, but she was more focused on not throwing up than responding to the paramedics.

Thankfully, the man who helped her took charge of explaining what had happened. Y/n had the strength to open her eyes and thank him deeply for his help, asking if she could do anything to repay him, but he just shook his head and smiled. Then he left, as Y/n was now with people who could help her medically.

"What are your symptoms, Y/n?"

"I don't feel well, Gabby." her voice shook, fighting back the tears that threatened to fall. "I'm sick, dizzy, and a headache is forming."

After leaving the phone call, Brett began taking her vitals, while Gabby applied a cold compress to her forehead. "You're most likely dehydrated, we have to go to the hospital to put you on an IV and check the baby."

"But he's fine, right?" Y/n sobbed scared, clutching her belly as she looked at her friends with a frown.

"Yes, he seems fine. But just to be sure." Gabby comforted, starting to help Y/n lay down on the stretcher.

"What did Jay say?"

"Well, he—" the blonde paramedic started to say, but was interrupted by the sirens of a police car, getting closer and closer. "I guess that's your answer."

"How did he get here so fast?" Y/n thought out loud as he watched the police officer get out of the still moving car. He immediately looked around for his wife. When he saw them, he quickly broke into a run, his eyes wide in panic. Hailey got out of the driver's seat, right behind Jay.

"I'm really sorry."

"What, baby? You don't have to apologize." Jay knelt down next to Y/n, gently cupping her face with his hands so he could assess her condition. Unconsciously, his hand slid down to her round belly, finally managing to take a deep breath when he felt a light kick against his touch. "I shouldn't have left you alone in this weather. You're okay, baby."

When Brett called him to explain the situation, he felt a sense of fear like he had never felt before. Not even when he had been shot at, kidnapped or beaten. The most important people in his life being in danger was his worst nightmare.

Luckily, they were in the neighborhood and managed to get to the fire station in record time thanks to Hailey's driving. Over time, Y/n and the blonde had become very close, often ganging up together against Jay. Not that he minded, since hearing his wife's giggles and knowing she was more relaxed when Jay was working as she trusted his partner to protect him.

"We need to get them to the hospital. Y/n is showing signs of dehydration and the baby needs to be checked." Jay's head turned unusually quickly to Gabby in concern. She hurried to add, "They both seem to be fine, but I want to make sure."

"I'll go back to the police station and let Voight know you won't be working anymore this week." Hailey offered. "I hope you're okay, Y/n. I'll stop at the hospital to check on you."

"Thank you, Hails." Y/n smiled weakly.

"Let's go." The man nodded, kissing Y/n's forehead comfortingly. He climbed into the back of the ambulance with her and held her hand the whole way while Gabby got into the driver's seat and Brett checked some vital signs.

The ride was relatively calm, but Y/n was getting paler and sicker by the minute. Jay mumbled words in an attempt to calm her down, but inside, he felt like he couldn't breathe. They should have called two ambulances because he was close to passing out.

Finally, they arrived at the hospital where Maggie and Will were waiting for them at the entrance. In no time, she was already settled in and several doctors were checking everything they could. Jay stayed by her side the whole time, answering some questions from the doctors when necessary.

The fluorescent lights of the hospital were harsh against Y/n’s already sensitive eyes as she waited for someone to tell her what was going on. Jay never let go of her hand, his grip firm but gentle, his thumb softly brushing against her knuckles in a silent attempt to comfort her. Her heart was pounding, but the cool sheets of the hospital bed and his touch gave her some relief.

Will Halstead, dressed in his white coat and looking every bit the composed doctor he was, entered the room, clipboard in hand. His face softened the moment he saw Y/n and Jay.

"Hey," Will greeted, his tone warm yet professional. "How are we doing here?"

"Not great, Will," Y/n admitted, her voice weak as she tried to give him a small smile. "I feel like I’ve been run over by a truck."

Jay immediately turned to his brother. "What’s going on? Is she okay? Is the baby okay?" His words came out in a rush, and it was clear he was doing everything he could to keep his composure.

Will raised a hand to calm his younger brother. "Take a breath, Jay," he said, flipping through the chart. "We ran some tests and monitored Y/n’s vitals. She’s severely dehydrated, which is why she felt dizzy and nauseous. Her blood pressure dropped, but thankfully, the baby is doing great. The ultrasound shows a strong heartbeat."

Y/n let out a shaky breath of relief, her free hand instinctively moving to her belly. Jay visibly relaxed beside her, the tension in his shoulders easing.

"So, she’s okay? The baby’s okay?" Jay asked again, needing to hear it one more time to truly believe it.

"Yes," Will assured them with a kind smile. "We’re giving her IV fluids to rehydrate her, and she should start feeling better soon. I do want her to stay overnight for observation, just to be safe, but I’m confident she and the baby will be fine."

"Thank you, Will," Y/n said, her voice cracking slightly as tears of relief welled in her eyes.

Will reached out to pat her head. "No need to thank me, Y/n. Just promise me you’ll stay out of this heat, okay?"

She nodded, feeling a mix of guilt and gratitude. "I’ll try," she murmured, glancing at Jay.

Jay turned to Will. "Thanks, man."

"Anything for my sister-and-law and nephew." He winked at her before stepping back. "I’ll check on you in a bit, but for now, just rest."

As Will left, the room fell quiet, except for the soft beep of the monitors and the rhythmic drip of the IV. Jay pulled a chair close to the bed, sinking into it as he brought Y/n’s hand to his lips, pressing a lingering kiss to her fingers.

"You scared me today," he said softly, his eyes glistening as they locked onto hers. "Don’t ever do that again, Y/n. Please."

"I’m sorry," she whispered, her voice thick with emotion. "I didn’t mean to worry you. I just... I didn’t want to bother you at work."

Jay let out a soft, incredulous laugh, shaking his head. "Bother me? Y/n, you and this baby are the most important things in my life. I’d drop everything in a heartbeat if you needed me."

Her lips trembled, and tears spilled down her cheeks. "I didn’t think it would be such a big deal. It was just a fan."

He leaned forward, cupping her face with both hands, his thumbs gently wiping away her tears. "Listen to me," he said, his voice steady but filled with emotion. "Nothing is ‘just’ when it comes to you or our family. You’re my world. Promise me, no more trying to do everything on your own. I’m here for you. Always. Ask me to buy you a fan, food, a house, I don't care, I'll do it in a heartbeat."

She nodded, fresh tears streaming down her face. "I promise," she whispered, her voice breaking.

Jay leaned in, pressing a kiss to her forehead before resting his against hers. For a moment, they stayed like that, their breaths mingling as the world outside the hospital room faded away.

"I love you," she said softly, her hand finding its way to his cheek.

"I love you more," he replied, his voice low and full of sincerity. He placed a hand on her belly, feeling the soft flutter of movement beneath his palm. "And I love you, little one. But you’ve gotta cut your mom some slack, okay? No more giving her a hard time."

Y/n laughed weakly, the sound light and sweet. "Hear that?" she said, looking down at her bump. "You are already giving Daddy white hairs."

“Mikey.”

He lifts his head with his puppy eyes staring down at you. You tilt your head.

“Don’t give me that look!”

You say as you cover his eyes to stop his pleading look. Before removing them to run your fingers through his soft brown hair.

“The Chief has pulled me already for being late. And it’s always your fault!”

That makes him laugh as he hides his face in your neck, placing one more kiss to it as he releases you.

“Actually one time it was yours, sweetheart! You slept through your alarm!”

He says as he leaves the bedroom to make you some toast before you leave. You hop in the shower and put on your Pittsburg Fire top on and you sling your bag over your shoulder.

Stepping into the kitchens plate sits on the island with a cup of coffee, your husband opposite you giving you a warm smile. You thank him as you eat the toast.

“You working a double tonight?”

He nods as he takes your empty plate and gives it a wash in the sink.

“With my favourite Abbot!”

He says with a smirk before getting a smack with the kitchen towel.

“Ayy I knew it! My dear sister I guess I won!”

Your brother, Jack, emerges from his bedroom, with his messy pepper curls. You roll your eyes at both of them before kissing Robby goodbye and then a kiss to the cheek to Jack, as well as messing up his hair even more.

“Bye, my dears! Don’t have too much fun without me!”

You say as a chore of be safe follows you out of the door.

-

You arrive at the station, 20 minutes before you start. You’re greeting with multiple hello lieutenant, when you reach the locker room. You shove your bag in locker as you smile at the picture of you, Robby and Jack at your wedding, followed by a picture of Jack and you, when he had graduated med school. You closed your locker and went to the common room to see the rest of your department.

You plop yourself on the coach, as Gabby, one of the paramedics, lays her head on your thigh.

“Hey girl. How’s your vacation been?

“Hey yourself. So good!”

She goes off on a ramble about it as you laugh at some of the stories she’s telling you about her fiancée. It’s cut short when the first report comes in and your squad is set out for a rescue.

-

A cat stuck in a tree, how ironic is that. You sent Miles, your new candidate up the ladder. It’s been the only call that’s come in today, not like you were complaining since it ment more time raiding the fridge with Mouch, half man, half couch.

You guys were playing UNO, when Miles leans back in his chair and says,

“It’s quiet today.”

You all freeze, looking at him as if he just committed the biggest war crime. He kinda did tho, never say the Q-word on call.

Thats when a call comes through the speakers, you gather your truck as Captain Casey gathers his. You both rush off to get geared up and the two trucks set off out the station.

You look at Miles in the rear view mirror.

“You never say the Q-word, got it kid?”

You see him nod, as you get a nudge from your driver Joe Cruz.

“Relax, Sunshine! Being angry doesn’t suit you!”

Sunshine was a nickname you got as soon as you got here. You were a little too happy for the boys liking, they tried to push you to your limits but you never broke, always a smile plastered on your pretty face as they would say.

You roll your eyes.

“Eyes on the road, Cruz. Don’t want another incident, do we?”

“Ouch you wound me, Lieutenant!”

“That was low, Sunshine.”

Stella says chuckling, before you’re all distracted by the fire blazing in the multi-story building.

“Okay guys! Looks like a tough one!”

Once you arrive at scene, you instruct one of them to head up and ventilate the roof. Stella, Miles and you entered the building oxygen masks secured on your faces as you lead them up the stairs when your battalion Chief instructed to go. Destroying each door, shouting fire department call out into every smoky apartment, instructing people to take the stairs and get out.

You reach a door kicking it open getting Miles to search the bathroom then meet you back in the living room. Stella checked the kids bedroom, finding a kid and picking him up, whilst calling out to you both. You told her to head out that you’ve both got it here, that was just before the floor in the living room caved underneath you and Miles. Before everything went dark, you heard a scream of your name and remember grabbing Miles to pull him towards you.

Stella rushes back to the loud crashing noise, after telling the kid to go down and leave the building. She enters the apartment again, seeing a gapping whole underneath her feet.

“Firefighters down!”

She shouts your names down the radio no response. She runs down the flights of the stairs to where she estimates you guys falling to. She calls Kelly for back up with his squad team, when she’s met with the sight of Miles crushing your body with flames and debris surrounding you both.

“Miles! What hurts?”

Stella screams at him looking at his bloody face, as she pulls him off you. Just like yours, his oxygen mask shattered. He coughs and gasps for air.

“Everything!”

She turns back to you, giving you a shake.

“—can you hear me? You gotta wake up?!”

Stella turns to see rapid footsteps, Kelly followed by his team. He tells the others to get Miles, whilst he crouches beside your unconscious body.

“How’s she doing?”

He leans over you to check your breathing himself, placing his oxygen mask over your bruised face. He rips off a glove with his teeth, pressing his fingers just above your open wound from the oxygen mask straps.

“She’s got a weak pulse and shallow breathing! Gotta get her out now!”

He throws you over his shoulder as he makes Stella go infront of him. They finally reach the fresh air, ripping off their masks and he places you on the gurney.

Gabby and Brett take over quickly, unfastening your bomber jacket, to get an IV going and a c-collar on you. Once you’re stable enough, you’re placed in the ambulance.

-

“Bullet wound straight in the chest-“

The paramedic pushed a gurney into The Pitt as Robby took charge assigning Langdon to the patient as he observed.

The night shift was a night shift. Loads of drunks, head injuries like the guy that showed up an arrow in his head. It’s always crazy.

Jack was busy with a pregnant lady who had gotten into a car crash, whilst Robby was on the other side of the Pitt dealing with a seizure.

An ambulances arrives, paramedics announced, “23-year-old-male, fallen 20 feet, right distal radius fracture, left rib fractures, concussion, smoke inhalation, 104/64, GCS: 14. And another ambo on its way, it’s worse.”

McKay nods at the paramedic takes this firefighter, as they push him into North 2. She tells Dana to get Jack to take the next one as Robby joins her.

“Can you tell me your name?”

She asks as she shines a light checking the pupils.

“Miles.. wh- where’s Sunshine?”

“Sunshine?”

She looks up at Robby, as they strip him out of his bunker coat. He pauses for a second before looking at the young man’s face again, realisation hitting him.

“My Lieutenant!”

“Kid, what’s your firehouse?”

Robby asks with a slight worry in his voice, as he glances at the bunker caught which confirms his suspicion. Miles whimpers in pain as the doors slam open with another gurney being rushed into the emergency room. Robby’s head shoots up, as he sees Jack marching over to the paramedic.

“34-year-old female, hypotensive, O₂ levels dropping, 82/48, internal bleeding, second-degree burns on the neck and back, GCS: 8.”

“Fuck!”

McKay looks at Robby confused just as she was about to ask he sprints towards the gurney.

“What happened?”

He questions the familiar paramedic. Abby? Was it?

“Floor gave way, they fell 20 feet she took the most of it.”

He froze for a second staring at your pale, bruised face which has dried blood across the left side. His hand reach for your face but was pulled away by Dana.

“Robby you can’t-”

“The fuck I can’t. Let go of me, Dana.”

Robby pushes past her as he follows them into bay now filled with Langdon and Mohan with Jack coordinating his own little sister’s bed.

“Abbot, what you need?”

“Michael, get out!”

“Could say the say to you brother, what do you need?”

Robby says through his teeth, Jack sighs realising Robby won’t back down. He instructs him to intubate so Robby grabs laryngoscope, pushing in the endotracheal tube inside the your throat.

“Fuck, I can’t see shit. Get me some suction.”

Suction arrives, sweat gathers on his forehead as the tube slides in as he pulls out the cuff inflating tube.

“I’m in”

An ambu bag is attached, he presses it taking over from the nurse. The screen lights up yellow, he continues the rhythm as he strokes you matted with blood hair away from your forehead.

“We’ve got you, sweetheart.”

Langdon looks across at Mohan, as Jack inserts a chest tube to re-expand your collapsed left lung. Robby speaks up.

“I want a CT-”

He gets cut off when you seize.

“Secure the airway!”

Jack shouts as they hold you down, Robby at your head speaking to you softly, ensuring you don’t aspirate on the tube. Jack instructs to push in Lorazepam.

Your seizure subdues as neuro is being called, you’re getting taken to emergency surgery.

Robby watches as they push you away hands raised with blood covered gloves as Jack stands next to him. Sweat over both their bodies, tears swelling up in their red eyes.

Robby rips off his gown with his gloves following storming towards the waiting room filled with concerned firefighters.

“Fuck! Robby, stop! Dana, need your help!”

Jack hastily strips out of your blood, as he and Dana run after Robby, who’s already up in your Battalion Chief’s face. Each of them grab his arm as Jack slots himself inbetween their bodies.

“Robby, step the fuck out!”

“No, move Abbot! How could you let them in an unstable building?”

Jack gives Robby a harsh shove towards the door.

“Out Michael! I’ll sort this.”

Robby glares at him, holding eye contact before cracking and leaving the room. Jack mutters a fuck under his breath running his hands through his pepper curls. Nodding to Dana to go after Robby as he turns back around to the firefighters from your firehouse.

“I apologise for him.”

He looks up at your Chief, Boden, who doesn’t seem angry at all. Taking a breath as everyone listens in to what he has to say.

“How is she and Miles?”

Boden recognises Jack, you’ve brought him along to the barbecues with the firehouse. You also speak about him and Robby all the time, so everyone knows who they are to you.

“She’s been taking to emergency surgery. We don’t know the full extent of her injuries yet, I’ll be back if I know anything else. I don’t know about Miles, kinda busy saving my sisters life”

Jack chuckles, if he doesn’t laugh, he’ll crack, not really wanting to infront of all the firefighters. Boden places his large hand on Jack’s shoulder, who squeezes his eyes shut to keep the tears at bay.