My Brettonio stories

No Regrets

Sylvie was practically living at Antonio's apartment when she wasn't at work. So most of her clothes were there. She was in the bathroom getting ready for another shift when she noticed marks on her neck. Oh no. Gabby was going to kill her if she had to look at the love marks on her neck that was caused by her brother. She warned Antonio to not leave marks where it is noticeable especially given what her job was.

After she was done getting ready and her hair was braided, she walked out of the bathroom and into the bedroom where Antonio was. "I'm going to kill you." She glared at him.

Antonio looked up at her as he was tying his shoes, confused at why she was going to kill him. "Why? What the hell did I do?" He asked, still puzzled.

She walked over to him and she showed her neck to him. "This! You did this." She was still glaring at him.

Antonio shrugged his shoulders, not bothering to look. He was there, he knew what he did. He stood up, facing her. "And I don't have any regrets."

Although that should have calmed her down, it didn't. It made her more mad. "I am a paramedic, Antonio! I deal with patients all day long. Seeing the marks on my neck, it isn't very professional. And I don't know if you know this, but I try to be professional."

Antonio leaned forward and he gave her a kiss on the cheek. "I know baby. You're like me in that way. But don't act innocent either. I have marks on my neck too." He pointed out.

He thought that would make her shut up, but of course it didn't. "But your partner also isn't my sister or brother." She pointed out which made him laugh. "What am I supposed to do?" She asked.

Antonio shrugged his shoulders. "Can't makeup cover it? Or just make a turtleneck sweater on." He said, simply. He walked out of the bedroom, shaking his head. Women were always stressing over the little problems.

Sylvie sighed. "Thanks for your help!" She called out after him. She, of course had makeup but it would take too long to try to cover it up. So she opt for the sweater.

An hour later, she walked into the firehouse, and everyone gave her an odd look because of the sweater. She shrugged her shoulders. "It's really cold out." She lamely lied. But luckily, it was cold out and they all knew how much she hated the cold.

They were all sitting down at the table, everyone in the firehouse, when Stella kept looking at Sylvie. Finally after a few minutes of her not saying anything, Sylvie said something. "What? What is it?" She asked.

Stella shrugged her shoulders, not saying anything. Sylvie turned her head to asked Gabby how Louie was doing when Stella gasped. "What is on your neck?" She asked. Sylvie wanted to die right there. If it was just her and Stella, she wouldn't have cared. But everyone was in here.

Sylvie laughed nervously, shaking her head. "I have no clue what you're talking about."

Stella wasn't buying it though. "Uh huh." She said as she leaned forward and pulled down the sweater that was covering her neck. "Whoa." Stella said with a laugh. "Looks like someone thought you were candy."

Sylvie's face turned bright red. She wished she could just crawl under a rock and die. She wanted to kill her boyfriend right now. 'Damn you' Antonio Dawson, she thought.

Since Gabby was close by when this was going on, she just shook her head. "Sylvie...." she warned.

Sylvie looked over at Gabby. "Hey. Blame Stella. She didn't have to yank my sweater down to see it." She pointed out.