"There are four types of Osteogenesis Imperfecta ranging from a manageable disability to completely fatal." April could not believe her ears as she looked at Seattle Grace Mercy West's guest lecturer. Quoting a memory that was seared into her brain.

Hunt had told them it was someone that was worth listening to, someone who was the most promising young fellow in his field. April smiled sardonically at the man who had once held her hand as though he knew that what he really held was her heart.

"Jackson," The dark skinned man introduced himself to the overwhelmed freshman. She felt the blood rush to her cheeks as she looked at the handsome young man in front of her. April fiddled with the books that she had just dropped in embarrassment. He smiled thinking that the redhead in front of him was cute. Jackson felt himself fall in that moment, not sure what to make of the butterflies in his stomach.

Surprising both of them she held out her hand for him to shake, "April Kepner, and I am so sorry for bumping into you, I was just trying to follow the map and i guess I got absorbed." She shrugged sheepishly and gestured to the map on top of her large stack of books. He thought she couldn't be more perfect if she tried.

"I accept your apology April Kepner, and in an attempt to show you how chivalrous Harvard men can be, I would be pleased to walk you wherever it is you're going." April quirked an eyebrow at him, wondering why he was looking at her with what Harlequin would call 'Soft Eyes'. She nodded shyly and his answering grin was enough to take her breath away.

Jackson Avery continued to speak to the large collection of surgeons, "We all have a moment, a moment that inspires us to choose medicine, but what actually makes us Doctors is a series of moments. My wife and I were told this news when I was 24 years old. This was not the moment when I decided that I wanted to save lives, instead it was the moment that I had found comfort in my knowledge of medicine."

Her entire body burned as though it were on fire. April was sitting in front of the man who was using their story. He was using her story with an audacity that she had forgotten he possessed. Jackson was using the moment that broke her, as though it had actually broken him.

"It was one of the many moments that molded me into a doctor. This moment reaffirmed what medicine was for me, and what it could have been for my child. Being a loved one to a patient grants a perspective that at the time, I didn't appreciate," Jackson's eyes bore into every resident and attending in the room. April was grateful for the anonymity that being one of many had given her. Staying seated was the hardest thing she had to do , but rushing out in a frenzy would only draw his gaze to her.

"Jackson it's our baby," April's sobs made the words garbled.

"No April it's not our baby. Your 're the one who wanted to keep it. You're the one who has to choose whether or not it continues to die inside your body." His tone was cold, like ice against April's already frozen body.

"Jackson you don't-"

"Get it? Of course I fucking get it but you need to too. I didn't become your husband to become saddled with a baby before graduating medical school." Liquor loosened the tongue, it made him mean, and it made him a liar. Once he sobered up Jackson would weep with guilt and pain over his next words.

"I obviously only married you to get into your granny panties." April received the last of the barbs silently, not daring to speak, knowing that only wails would come out. Jackson shook his head, trying to find clarity in the fog. Angry, he left the house with no real destination. with no real thought about what he was leaving inside.

In the morning when he returned sober he found her clothes gone and a note on the table, 'He will be gone within the day, and may Samuel Avery's soul dwell amongst the angels by sundown. Don't try to find me. Love, April'.

"In light of the recent tragedy that has consumed your hospital, I encourage you to let this tragedy to become one of your moments. Use it in your career, let it help you become a better doctor. Let it mold you into a better healer." April so badly wanted to stand up and call bullshit, to call him a liar in front of hundreds of his 'esteemed peers'. She wanted to expose Jackson Avery as a fraud. He was using her son.

"Mend from this, do not let what Gary Clark did here-" April flinched as though she was again looking down the barrel of the gun pointed in between her eyeballs. It had been months but the fear was still there, the pain was still raw.

"Turn this place into a prison. Make this your sanctuary. I offer you all the full support of the Harper Avery Foundation, as the whole medical community continues to mourn for your hospital." The applause that broke out around was deafening, yet April could hear nothing above the sound of her own heart beating.

"Do you Jackson Avery, take April Kepner, to be your lawful wedded wife," Jackson didn't hear a word the clerk said as he gazed upon his beautiful bride. Nothing could ever spoil that moment. Burned into his memory forever would be April Avery, in a simple sun dress, smiling as she heard him pledge his devotion to her.

"Do you April Kepner, take Jackson Avery, to be your lawful wedded husband," As she said her vows there was no insecurity in her mind. There was no doubt of worthiness. The softness his eyes had held for her that first day had not been fleeting, It was steadfast and certain, and April knew that would never change as she promised herself to her groom.

A/N: Let me know xo