My Brettonio stories

I Promise

It was one of those rare nights where she was sleeping alone in her apartment. She figured since she was still paying rent on her apartment, some nights her and Antonio could be alone. She didn't know what she was thinking because she missed Antonio a lot.

She looked over at the clock and saw that it said 11:15 PM. She sighed. She could just get up, get dressed and go see Antonio but then again, it was late and they both had to get up for a shift in the morning.

So, instead of doing that, she closed her eyes and luckily that time she fell asleep. She couldn't wait to see her boyfriend tomorrow since he said that on his break, he would come and visit her.

A few hours later, she started dreaming about Antonio. At first it was just a normal dream, but then it turned into a nightmare. They were out on a date when someone started shooting at them. Antonio in turn, got shot and it was up to Sylvie to save his life.

She couldn't finish the dream because it felt too real. She bolted upright in bed, breathing heavily with tears streaming down her face. She didn't even realize that when she dreamed of her crying, that she was actually crying.

She had to make sure that Antonio was okay. She wouldn't be able to go back to sleep until she knew. She looked over at the clock and saw that it was close to 2:00 AM but she wouldn't calm down until she heard his voice.

She picked up her cell phone by the table beside her and she dialed his number. Hopefully he wouldn't yell at her, but she figured he wouldn't once he heard how upset she was.

It took about 5 rings before Antonio answered the phone, but once he did, she smiled slightly at his sleepily voice.

"Sylvie? Is everything okay?" He asked once he answered the phone.

"I–uh—this is silly." She said, knowing that he probably would realize at this moment how young she was compared to him. Obviously it was just a nightmare.

Hearing how upset she sounded, he sat up in bed. "Hey, it can't be silly if you called me. What's going on?" He asked as he looked over at the clock.

"I had a nightmare about you and I just wanted to make sure you're okay." She said, knowing prolonging the reason why she called could make him aggravated.

"Hey, it's okay. I'm okay. Just missing you." He confessed. "But I'm okay."

"Maybe this wasn't a good idea to spend the night apart." She said, nervously laughing. "But I'll see you tomorrow?" She asked.

"But hey, are you okay?" He asked, now awake and concerned for her.

"Yes. It was just a stupid nightmare." She admitted.

"Do you want me to come over?" He asked, already out of bed and getting ready to go over to her apartment.

"No, that's silly. You have to be up in a few hours, and so do I. Just go back to sleep."

"No, I'm coming. I'll be there soon. I love you." He said.

"I love you too. Be careful please." She was afraid that him coming out so late, her nightmare would come true.

"I will. See you soon." He hung up the phone as he slipped his shirt over his head. He put his shoes on and then he grabbed his gun and put it in his waistband.

20 minutes later, Sylvie heard a knock at the door. She was in the kitchen, drinking from a bottle of water. She placed it down and she walked over to the door. She took in a deep breath and she opened the door.

As soon as she saw him standing there, and seeing him okay, she flung herself in his arms. "You are just the best boyfriend ever." She said, smiling as she pulled away from his arms.

He looked down at what she was wearing, shorts and a tank top. "Babe. It's cold out. Aren't you cold?"

She shook her head. "No. I have heat, and besides even if I was, I now have you to keep me warm."

He looked at her suspiciously as he walked inside her apartment and he took off his jacket. "Remember, we have to get up in a few hours, so we can't do anything." He warned her.

"I promise I will behave. Come on." She said as she took his hand and pulled him towards her bedroom. She walked in her bedroom as she looked over at him. "Thank you for coming here. You didn't have to."

He took off his shoes and he shook his head. "I told you from the beginning this wasn't going to work. That we were going to miss each other a lot."

"It's just weird" she began as she climbed into bed. "I was never like this with anyone else. I wanted my space. I feel like you're making me lose my independence, Antonio Dawson."

He laughed as he climbed into bed next to her, pulling her in his arms. "Just because we love each other and want to spend time together doesn't mean you aren't independent anymore, Sylvie. It would be different if we spend every waking moment together, but we don't. So it's only understandable that when we can spend time together, we want to."

She smiled as she rested her head against his chest. "You're right."

He leaned over and he shut out the light. "So, let's not do this again, okay? We can always switch it up. One night sleep at my apartment, the next night you're off, we sleep at your apartment." He said as he leaned down, kissing her head.

"Okay. I promise we can do that." She said as she closed her eyes, feeling more relaxed now that she was laying in Antonio's arms.