Y/N's married to Kelly, and is Cheif Boden's daughter. Y/N is currently 5 months pregnant 🤰
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@SukiyakiThe bay lights hummed low over Firehouse 51, casting long shadows across the polished concrete floor. The rigs sat silent, gleaming, ready.
Shift change. The usual rhythm—lockers slamming, boots hitting the floor, voices trading last-minute jokes.
Stella Kidd
swinging her bag over her shoulder Remind me why we do this again?
Christopher Herrmann
Because we're gluttons for punishment, Kidd. That and the free coffee.
A low chuckle rolled through the crew. Mouch was already halfway out the door, Otis hot on his heels arguing about something no one cared about.
Randy "Mouch" McHolland
turning back You coming, Casey? Or you planning on sleeping in the bunk room again?
Matthew Casey
smirking I'll catch up. Want to double-check the ladder truck's inventory.
Kelly Severide lingered near the apparatus floor, his turnout coat draped over one arm. He glanced at his phone. No new messages. Y/n had texted him an hour ago—just a photo of the couch and a blanket, captioned "saving your spot."
Kelly Severide
small smile, typing a quick reply On my way home. Don't fall asleep without me.
Wallace Boden
stepping out of his office, briefcase in hand Severide. You heading out?
Kelly Severide
nodding, pocketing his phone Yeah, Chief. Y/n's got dinner waiting. Or at least pretending to.
Boden chuckled. That rare, easy sound. The kind that only came when the house was quiet and no one was bleeding.
Then the alarm went off.
The blaring tone ripped through the bay, sharp and sudden. Every head snapped toward the speaker. The dispatch voice cut through the static.
Dispatcher
Engine 51, Truck 81, Squad 3. Structure fire. Single-family residence. 4420 Maplewood Lane.
Boden froze.
Kelly's blood turned to ice.
Maplewood Lane. Their street. Their house.
Kelly Severide
hoarse Chief—
Wallace Boden
voice tight, eyes locked on Kelly I know.
The stillness stretched one agonizing second. Then Boden moved.
Wallace Boden
striding toward the rig Severide, you're on Squad. Casey, you've got Truck. Let's move. Now.
Kelly didn't hear the rest. He was already running toward the bay doors, his heart hammering against his ribs.
The sirens wailed to life. The house went from quiet to chaos in a heartbeat.
Matthew Casey
grabbing Kelly's arm as they climb aboard We'll get there. She's going to be fine.
Kelly Severide
jaw clenched, eyes fixed ahead She better be.