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Was that so hard?"

Jackson stills when she runs a hand down his arm, grasping the inside of his elbow.

"Yes." He grins with a slight shake of the head as he walks off, leaving his glowing wife trailing behind him.

"Jackson…"

"What?" His brows raise, his hands slip into his lab coat pockets but he doesn't turn to face her.

April quickly catches up with him, falling into step alongside him and smiling up at her husband, "Thank you."

"I only did that for you, you know." He informs her, stopping in front of an on-call room door.

She nods, chews on her lip and looks up at him with shiny eyes and her small hands resting on her abdomen, "I know. That's why I was saying thank you."

She tells him in reply, stepping closer and letting him lead her around so her back leans against the door.

"What are you doing?"

He doesn't answer, instead just opens the door and ushers her inside, trapping her against the frame as it shuts closed behind them. His hands rest on either side of her face and he's so close that if she wasn't already pregnant, she might very well become it.

"Jackson."

"April."

Her smaller fingers, they probably perfectly proportioned but still smaller than his long ones, slide up his arms, her palms wrapping his wrists beside her head.

"I have patients." She speaks quietly, letting her gaze fall from his eyes to his lips.

"So do I." He adds, leaning his forehead against hers and breathing in the smell of her strawberry shampoo, "But I also have a pregnant wife. And that wife just bribed me into embarrassing myself, so…"

"I didn't bribe you!"

"Tit for tat, April."

She raises a brow and giggles at that, biting her lip and pushing herself up into him, "Really? Tit for tat? I somehow don't think that applies here."

"Well, it's going to. You made me say brewskies, Babe. I deserve the tit."

"Oh my gosh! You did not just say that!"

"Hey, I'll let you have the tat…" He tried to reason with her, nudging her nose with his own and dropping his attention down to her mouth, watching as she licks her lip, and he does the same. It's a pattern, their pattern, their code.

"I think I've already had the tat. That's how I got pregnant, remember?"

"Are you complaining?"

"No. Are you?"

"No, but I will if you make me do that again."

"You're still gonna have drinks with him though, right?"

"Do I have a choice?"

"Nope."

"I see." He tilts his head to the side, hands moving down her sides to grasp the hem of her scrub top, exposing her slowly growing belly. "How about you bribe me this time?"

"Okay." She wets her lips, traces her hands up and down his chest as he runs circles against her exposed flesh, "Go have a beer with him, and when you get home tonight, I will do anything you want."

"Deal."