My Brettonio stories

Into her

Antonio nodded his head at Stella when he told her all that he knew on the kid she was looking for. "If you need anymore of my help, call me." He stood up, trying to act like he wasn't looking for Brett, but he sort of was. Although he was dodging her calls, it wasn't like he wanted to do it, it was just something he felt like he had to do.

As he was heading out the kitchen towards the door, he saw Brett, he wanted so desperately to go over there and say something to her. Maybe apologized to her for not returning her calls, but he just couldn't. He knew why he wasn't returning her calls, he felt in his own way he was saving her from his problems. And boy, between his job, his kids, and his crazy ex-wife, he had problems.

Antonio waved at her but he stopped when she said. "Hey."

As she stood up from the chair, he walked over to her, wondering what she wanted. He hoped that she didn't asked why he didn't return her phone calls. He wanted to so badly, especially knowing that there was definitely something between them, but at the same time, he also knew he had to keep his distance.

Sylvie then began talking. "Um. How is going?" She asked. He knew she was just making small talk and figured he'd played along.

Antonio placed his hands in the front of his pockets, a move he made when he was nervous. It was honestly crazy how nervous he was around Sylvie, she made him feel like a teenager again. "Good, you know." He said, returning the small talk back.

That was when Sylvie asked him out. "Are you free tomorrow night? Cause I'm going to head to Molly's and if you're—"

Antonio didn't want to hurt her, god that was the last thing he wanted to do, but he had to interrupt. Not because he wasn't interested, that wasn't the issue. But because if she kept on talking, he knew he would agree to whatever she wanted. "Look—Sylvie, you're great." He said, giving her a small smile. She was great, he knew that. But right now, he wasn't looking for a relationship. He just didn't have time for it. At least he didn't think so.

"I am actually." She said, with a confident smile, which he found to be so adorable—and well hot. "I think you are too."

At her words, he couldn't help but let out a real smile as he looked around the firehouse and then he looked back at her. Of course he was into this woman, any guy would be crazy not to be. Especially seeing her in the ambo and calming down his CI. But this just couldn't work.

"So why aren't we hanging out?" If only it were that easy, he thought. He would loved to see her in Molly's tomorrow night. But truthfully, he could see himself falling for this woman and love was the last thing he wanted, it was the last thing he was looking for.

He decided he just needed to be honest to her. "Cause it's a little more complicated than that. I've got an ex-wife who is certifiable. A mess of a custody situation. I spend my days getting shot at. I barely have enough energy to microwave a pizza when I get home." He heard his voice when he was telling her all this, but yet he couldn't help but feel like they were excuses. The thing was, he couldn't expect a woman–especially a woman like Sylvie— being okay with all the problems he had. Although their work was the same, it was also very different. His ex-wife already left him because of it. If he got into deep with Sylvie, if he fell in love with her, and then he got shot, then she left him too—he just couldn't risk it.

But it wasn't just because of his fear of getting hurt yet again. He was afraid for her too. No woman should have to worry about their boyfriend going to work. He was just saving them a bunch of hurt and hell also a bunch of arguments also. Being a paramedic and a cop was different. She could talk about her job, about her patients, he couldn't. Especially when he was dealing with a huge case. He was saving her. He kept reminding himself.