Everett needs a diaper change.
"He's crying again!"
"Did you feed him?" He shouts out from across the living room, hoping his wife will hear him from the nursery.
April picks up little Everett from the crib, walks down the long hallway to join her husband by the window. "Yeah." She breathes with a sigh, runs a hand across the baby's head smoothly, "I think he pooped again."
"Well, can you change him? I'm kind of busy doing the first thing you asked me to do."
Jackson nods his head towards the window leading out onto the balcony, eyes leading her gaze towards the locks and bolts and other mechanical items on the floor.
Safety proofing the apartment was his job of the day apparently.
"I did it last time." She points out anyway, holds Everett out for him to take.
He drops the white plastic key in his hand, pulls his son from her hold gently. "You wanna finish doing this, then?" He grins, lifting the boy up to his face, "Hey bud- Wow, you stink!"
The redheaded trauma surgeon smirks, pulls an elastic band from her wrist and drags her hair into a messy bun. "Told you so."
"Are the diapers-"
She nods, watching him walk off back down the hallway, "On the changing unit."
"And the cream-"
"Next to the diapers."
He thanks her from a room away, heads into the nursery and places Everett down on the top of the changing mat. He keeps a hand pressed lightly against his belly while reaching for a fresh diaper.
"I bet you don't make this kind of smell when it's mommy's turn, do you?"
He squints his eyes at the two-month old, a small growing grin on his lips when the baby smiles.
"That's a no, I take it."
A moment passes before he hears April call out from the living room, "Jackson!"
"Yeah?"
"This is too complicated!"
"You wanna trade? I'll do that and you change him?" He shouts back, tone not too loud as to not frighten his son.
He can hear her giggle to herself from his stand by the changing unit, and he shakes his head when she replies.
"No. I'll just wait until you've finished." She tells him, coming to stand in the doorway of the nursery, arms folded over her chest proudly as she watches the scene in front of her.
Jackson smirks, turns his head to face her as he pulls the dirty diaper out from under the boy's bottom. "Of course you will."