"Stella?" Kelly asked, panicked.

"Kelly, put that stuff down and get your ass over here," she said.

He quickly obliged and was soon by her side. "What? Stella, what's wrong?"

"Nothing," she said as she grabbed his hand and put it palm-down on her baby bump. "Just wait," she said.

"For what?"

"You'll see - just wait."

He still didn't know what the hell was going on. The expression on her face was unlike anything he'd seen before. She wasn't in pain - she never bit her lip when she was in pain. Her eyebrows were raised like they were if she had just asked him a question and was waiting for an answer, but she wasn't staring him down expectantly. In fact, after she had his attention, she was flitting her gaze just about everywhere but at him.

"Come on," she pleaded softly.

"What?" Kelly asked again.

Sylvie and Emily were coming off of the stairs, chatting up ideas for how to do Sylvie's hair when they heard Stella exclaim, "There!"

"I feel her," Kelly said, awestruck.

Foster, not having the context of why Kelly had his hand tucked part way under the waistband of Stella's pants, called, "Get a room, you two!"

"Guys, we felt the baby move!" Stella said.

At the same time, Sylvie - who hadn't noticed the intimate stance of the married couple - discovered the doughnuts and exclaimed, "Oh my god, Severide, did you bring these?"

Kelly nodded and told her about the smoothies. Meanwhile, Emily and Stella were waiting to see if the baby would move again so everyone could feel. Donut in hand, Sylvie joined them, and Kelly's phone signaled an incoming text. He read it quickly, then turned to his wife. "I'd better get back to Casey. He just said we'd better not be getting funky on his bed."

"But what about his couch? Or in his shower?" Stella asked, waggling her eyebrows at him.

"Ew! No!" Sylvie exclaimed. "Your. House. Is. Literally. Right. There."

They all laughed then Kelly stepped outside, going back to said house to get himself ready and make sure Matt didn't run off again.

Kidd had been ordered off of active duty at week 20. She wasn't happy about only working at Molly's until after their little girl came, but at least she still had something. Brett, Casey, Severide, and Foster had taken this weekend's shift off, so they had from Wednesday morning until Friday at supper to plan and set up the space for the Saturday afternoon wedding.

Tables and chairs were situated like they had been for Mouch and Trudy's wedding. Foster found a long piece of fabric to run down the aisle. Stella had saved a dozen empty beer bottles, put some fake flowers in them - because Sylvie would have managed to kill real flowers, and she wasn't much better - and set them up around the tables.

Matt had constructed a simple, yet quite cute, arch and stained it to a dark cherry color. Once the stain had dried, Sylvie wrapped some white tulle around it as well as some fake leafy vines.

Everything looked perfect when Matt and Kelly walked into Molly's around 11:30.

"Dude, why were you so worried about getting here this early?" Kelly asked.

Matt shrugged. "Better early than late - don't really want to find out how a bride reacts to her groom being late for the wedding."

Severide chuckled. "Yeah, that's probably smart thinking."

"It is smart thinking. You and I both know exactly how hellish traffic can get around this time on a Saturday."

"You know what else is smart thinking?

"Hm?"

Rather than answering, Kelly stepped behind the bar and poured a scotch for both of them. He slid one at Matt. They clinked glasses and took a drink.

After a minute or two of silence, Matt asked, "Hey - did you and Kidd learn what you're having?"

"Girl." Kelly downed the rest of his scotch and poured himself another one. "Speaking of - I've got a question for you. How much of an ass would I be to ask if we could name her after Shay?" He offered the bottle to Casey, who shook his head. One glass was enough before the wedding.

"Why would that make you an ass? It's not like Shay was your girlfriend."

Kelly shrugged. "Dunno. I guess I don't know how to bring it up."

"Kidd knows who Shay was, right?"

"Yeah. She asked about her name on the ambo shortly after she came to 51."

"But does she know who Shay was to you?"

Kelly nodded again. "That conversation came much later."

Matt was about to ask more but Foster and Kidd came through the door just then and the conversation was forgotten.

"Prepare yourself, Casey," Foster commanded.

"Your bride is smokin!" Stella bragged.

Severide came out from behind the bar and Stella tucked herself under his arm.

"Where is she?" Matt asked, turning toward Foster.

Stella had a pretty good side angle and pulled out her phone, hoping to surreptitiously record his reaction to seeing Sylvie.

Emily smiled at the Captain. "Girl, get in here!" she called once Stella gave her a small nod that she was ready.

Sylvie stepped slowly through the doorway, and Matt's jaw hit the floor. Her hair hung down over one shoulder in a loose braid, and two small curly strands hung down to frame either side of her face. Her dress had a sweetheart neckline. Two swatches of mesh pulled up and over her breasts and tied behind her neck, and the back was wide open. The skirt of the dress had two slits that ran from her thighs to where the dress stopped at her ankles. More mesh hung loosely over this, ending a couple inches below the fabric. She'd wanted to wear heels, but opted for some strappy flats instead. She strolled over to her soon-to-be-husband. "I didn't realize I was marrying a codfish," she quipped.

He snapped his jaw shut. Sylvie made no attempts to hide her amusement as it dropped open again, then shut. Open, then shut again. "Wow," he finally managed. "You look amazing."

She went up on her tip-toes to give him a kiss. "You're not so bad looking yourself, Captain." She winked at him.

Holy shit was he in trouble. Her sultry tone in combination with that dress and the way she was looking at him - he wasn't sure he would be able to wait another few hours to get her out of it.

As if reading his thoughts, she wrapped her arms around his neck and whispered in his ear, "You look great in that suit, but I can't wait to get you out of it."

He swallowed hard and she giggled. "Fucking hell, Sylvie, tone it down a notch," he pleaded quietly.

"My bad, Captain," she whispered back, definitely not toning it down.

Severide cleared his throat to remind them where they were and that they weren't alone, and the two quickly separated.

Over the next hour, their seats filled as family and friends filtered in. At 1:30, the cellist they'd hired began playing Pachabel's "Canon in D." Matt escorted Emily down the aisle. Kelly and Stella followed closely behind before Sylvie walked down the aisle on her dad's arm. When they reached the front, her dad said, "Sylvie, you've been mine for thirty of your thirty-three years. You've grown from my sweet little girl into the beautiful woman you are now, and I couldn't be more proud of you. I love you, kid."

She wiped a tear from her eye. "Thanks, Dad. I love you, too."

They shared a quick embrace, then he turned to Matt. "Take good care of her, son. Welcome to the family, officially."

"I will," Matt assured him. "Thank you." The men shook hands, then Sylvie's dad went to sit by his wife.

The officiant led the couple through the vows and, when they'd both said "I do" and kissed, she addressed the wedding attendees and said, "I present to you all, Matthew and Sylvie Casey!"

With that, the celebration began. Everyone mingled together, sharing drinks and making plans for supper. Sylvie and Matt said their goodbyes and slipped away at only a quarter after three. As much as they loved their firehouse family and their actual families, they really just wanted to spend the rest of the day focusing on each other.

A/N: Whew! Stella's okay! ;) If you're interested, I also just uploaded a story (with a super creative name. . . not) that serves as a continuation of this chapter. Be warned, it's M rated and there's absolutely no plot. Thank you all so much for all the support! This is it for this story (unless you're on your way to read 13.5), but keep an eye out for whatever tickles my muse in relation to this story next! See you on the next one. =) - KC