My Brettonio stories

Guardian Angel

A/N This is a sequel to the miscarriage story! Enjoy!

It was a few days later after Sylvie had the miscarriage and she wasn't talking to anyone really. The only person she would talk to was Antonio.

Antonio walked into the hospital room as Sylvie laid on her side, just staring into space. He took a deep breath as he walked over to her. "Hey baby." He said, turning to get her attention.

But she didn't respond back to him. Antonio had no clue on how to help her, but he wasn't going to turn his back on her. "The doctors are looking over your tests and if everything looks fine, you can go home." He said as he looked at her. "And I know you would rather go back to your apartment, but I'd like for you to stay with me, at least for a few days."

At that comment, she turned her face to stared at him and he kind of wished he didn't see her face. She had silent tears streaming down her face, her eyes were blood shot red, which he could tell meant that while he was working, she was crying the whole time. His heart broke for his girlfriend.

"I don't want to be a burden." She confessed in a low voice and he immediately shook his head.

"You are not a burden, Sylvie. You know that."

She closed her eyes to fight back the tears. She opened her eyes again to look at him. "We both lost a baby, Antonio. Why are you so worried about me?"

He sat down in the chair next to her and he picked up her hand. "Because although I already love the baby inside of you—"

"You mean loved." She corrected him painfully.

"No, love. Just because—" he couldn't say the words, it was still too soon. "The baby will always be a part of us and I will always love the baby." He leaned his other hand up and wiped away her tears. "But anyway, you were the one that was carrying the baby. The only job I have right now is to make sure you—we make it out on the other side of this."

"If I stay with you, it'll feel like it's only out of an obligation." She said holding back the tears.

"Sylvie, you will never be an obligation to me. I love you." He said as he moved his free hand on her face and stroked her cheek. "And nothing you can say is going to make me change my mind." He promised.

She looked at him as tears threatened to fall down her face. She hated being this weak person, but this pain was unlike anything she ever felt before in her life. "I love you too. I'm sorry for losing our baby." She still felt incredibly guilty even though Dr. Halstead kept telling her that no one was at fault here.

Antonio shook his head. "Hey. Look at me." He didn't continue speaking until she looked him in the eyes. "You're not at fault, I'm not at fault. Please understand that. Please." He said, pleading with her.

Sylvie just nodded her head, not fully grasping that at this moment, but hopefully soon she could understand it. As she wiped away her tears and she stared at him, she noticed how tired he looked. "When was the last time you slept?" She asked, now turning the conversation to him.

"I slept last night." He said, avoiding her gaze. He slept last night, that wasn't a lie. But only for an hour. The chair wasn't that comfortable and he was just concerned about her.

Sylvie sighed, shaking her head. "I know you better than that, Detective Dawson. You may be able to fool anyone with the vague answer, but not me. If I stay one more night, you are going home for a few hours and getting some rest."

Antonio opened his mouth to argue with her but she shook her head, letting him know that he wouldn't win. So he just nodded his head. "Fine, but then I'm getting someone to stay with you."