Hi guys! I haven't published on here in awhile because I'm doing 100 Days of Oneshots again on my Tumblr (16confessions) during hiatus. I'be been at it for a month already...butI decided that this year I'm going to share every story in the project (called 100 Encore) with everyone on here this summer too, because why not? I love all of my readers on here too and want to share what I'm doing with you.

It's going to add up to more than 100, because it's 1 a day until hiatus, starting from the first Thursday after finale. I'm going to have hits and misses, and most stories are just little scenes, although sometimes I get an idea and sit down and just get lost in it. There's TGO Early Years and Julian worlds mixed in here. Plus a new world and the continuation of a world I've only really talked about on Tumblr. So there is a lot going on here. Every piece that's within a world will be re-posted in it's own spot eventually...maybe as longer stories ;).

Hope you enjoy what I do! I respond to as many comments as I can via Tumblr, it's easier to respond there. So if you have questions ect. send an anon ask there or comment under the story, they are posted everyday! I might not update HERE everyday but you will be able to read all 100+ eventually. I'd love for you guys to send prompts but if you don't mind, please do it as a Tumblr ask.

Happy Day 1 you guys! I'm really excited to be able to forget Shondaland's version of Japril for awhile and shape my own 10000 versions until Season 12…literally! Thank you to everyone whose reaction last year and encouragement gave me the confidence to do this again.

I announced before 11x24 on purpose….but now that it's happened and some people are turning ugly about it…I HAVE to ask you guys to please try to keep from requesting things related to the "fight" as it happened in cannon. I mean, I might be open to dreaming up a reconciliation that night….but that's all. And as is obvious from the fact that I started with something post-11x22, EVERYTHING else is fair game. The simplest reason for that request is that I really think that is the most disrespectfully written Japril scene ever. Anyway, on to the fic…I wouldn't be me if I didn't start angsty.

For The Encore, I'm going to have to explain what version of April I dreamt up often. I hope it doesn't get too annoying, and I encourage you to tell me the version you see if you want to. But they've simply written a grieving April that I don't really agree with post-war especially. So, for this oneshot April comes back from war not healed and whole, but definitely ready to start a family, or at least she thinks she is. Leaving again isn't something she wants to do…

Anonymous: "Hey can you do a prompt where Jackson and april fight after april get home. I feel like Jackson was relieved to see her but once he know she's okay his anger towards her is gonna come back. 💙💙"

100 Encore, Day 1: "Toast"

"Good morning Dr. Avery," April whispered in her husband's ear and then immediately began placing a trail of kisses down his body. She disappeared under the covers on a mission.

But Jackson groaned and jumped out of bed as soon as she got to work, hastily throwing on a shirt and boxers and heading to the kitchen without a word.

"Babe, where are you going? Last night we had so much sex. I just thought you'd like to…"

"Last night I was happy to see my wife home alive," he yawned, not turning to face her after he put a pot of coffee on. "And I hadn't had sex in nearly a year."

"And this morning?" April bit her lip, not sure she was ready for his answer.

"This morning I just want a piece of the cinnamon raisin bread I bought yesterday afternoon before work. I'd been craving it so I bought it because you haven't been around to prefer whole wheat toast for a year. I don't want a blow job April. I've been fine without them. I just want a piece of cinnamon raisin toast."

"Ok, fine, make your toast. Sorry," she whispered.

"For what? What are you sorry for exactly? I can't wait to hear this!" Jackson snapped and finally turned around.

"For trying to remind you of our honeymoon….I woke you up every morning like…"

"We are so past our honeymoon it's not even funny. In fact please go put some clothes on." He gestured toward her naked body and shook his head before turning back around to the coffee pot.

"Because you can't concentrate on what you want to say when I'm naked?" It was a weak attempt to reel him back in and she knew it would fail miserably. Still, a little piece of her had hope.

Jackson scoffed as he put two pieces of cinnamon bread in the toaster. They were both for him. "No. Because we're fighting and it's further proof to me that you don't take this marriage seriously!"

"Wha…I don't….We're fighting? Thanks for the memo…Last night you seemed pretty damn happy." April held back tears. But she turned toward the bedroom. She quickly understood that at this point, they weren't going to get anywhere if she didn't listen to him. She had left him alone for a whole year, after all. Apparently Jackson didn't use their Facetime sessions to tell her anything he was actually feeling.

"There. I'm dressed. And I take this marriage seriously, Jackson! I'm back for you and I have no plans to leave," she said a few minutes later, re-entering the kitchen.

"Good to know." He made a show of turning a page of the paper and taking a bite of toast, but he didn't look up at her.

April sighed. "I had to stay there until…until…" she paused, clearly struggling with what she wanted to say, but Jackson just rolled his eyes at her, impatient. "Until I could think about you without thinking of Samuel." She let out a breath, relieved to get that out and to finally have her husband's attention. "Until I could miss you without missing my son. Until I could miss you separately. Because before I left I'd look at you and just see him and it was…it was too painful Jackson." He got it, she could see it in his eyes. He was beginning to understand, so she felt encouraged to continue.

"And when I was away, I could help people all day and forget all of my pain. But at night, I would think of you…and him. I'd pray for you both. And every time we talked it just reminded me of Samuel. And then one day…it changed. I missed you all day. Just you. Of course I knew Samuel died but I just wanted you to kiss me. I missed your kiss and how you used to make me laugh everyday. And so I came home. Because I'm in love with you, Jackson Avery. And I'm ready to try and start a family with you again."

As quickly as she saw him start to listen to her, he stopped when she said that last sentence. "Are you KIDDING me right now, April? Start a family? You want to try and start a family again, you go ahead. Go find yourself a new husband. I'll gladly sign divorce papers."

"What? No I…didn't you hear me Jackson? I love you. I missed you so much everyday while I was there. I just couldn't…And I'm here now. I'm not leaving again. I'm ready to move forward with you." She sat down next to him at the table but he didn't take the hand she offered him. He just stood up and took his toast and coffee to the middle of the kitchen. He wasn't trying to be subtle about anything.

"So glad you're ready to move forward April. But have you even taken a second in all of this to think about ME? To ask how I was doing? To ask how I was handling the loss of MY SON?"

April shrunk in her seat. She'd never seen him this angry. "No, I guess not I…" she whispered and let her sentence dissipate as that sad reality hit her.

"NO! THAT'S RIGHT, NO! YOU DIDN'T THINK OF MY PAIN FOR ONE SECOND!" He angrily ripped a corner of his last piece of toast, trying to control himself. "When you said you wanted to go…when you told me what you were feeling and why you had to go, I thought, 'OK, I don't like it but it's three months. And when she comes back I'll ask for her help and she'll…she'll give it to me. We can grieve together then.' I could've HANDLED three months or even six…I wasn't happy but I HANDLED it. Even though you never asked me what I thought. Because what kind of husband would I have been if I told you no? I didn't want you here if you didn't want to be. If you weren't ready to grieve with me. But you're not, are you? You're still only thinking of yourself. So happy for you April, that you feel ready enough to move past the loss of your son and start a family again. I really am. But my wife never let me grieve MY LOSS. So I'm still at the same spot I was before she left!" Jackson threw his breakfast in the sink and went into the bedroom without another word.

April cried for a few minutes, as her current situation became clear. She'd shut herself down and caused the one person she loved most in the world so much pain. "Are you saying you want a divorce? That you're not willing to work on this with me?" she asked, in the doorway of the bedroom.

"You are unbelievable April! That's really the first thing you have to say to me? You want to know if you've lost…"

"NO! NO!" she insisted, as another round of tears started. "I just…If you're already gone than nothing I say will matter so…"

"It matters," he said, but he was watching T.V. He wouldn't look at her.

"I'm sorry, Jackson. I'm truly sorry. I didn't realize…" He rolled his eyes. "Don't do that! Don't roll your eyes at me. You NEVER told me any of this before. Don't you think if you used your words and TOLD me any of this at any time….Don't you think I would have listened? You never said a WORD. This can't be all on me when you never said a WORD."

"WHEN, APRIL?" He finally took his eyes off the t.v. "When would've been a good time for me to tell you that I needed you to grieve WITH me, too? When you were puking every day and not speaking? Would THAT have been a good time? Or how about when you were half a world away in the middle of a war zone? Would that have been the right time to say 'Hey sweetheart, I have emotional needs too, you mind telling the soldiers to cool it with the distant gunfire so we can talk?"

"ANY time would have been better than now. You're not allowed to be on the verge of giving up on me without TELLING me ANYTHING. And I'm sure as hell not going to take ALL responsibility for the state of this marriage when I had NO CLUE this is what you were feeling. A marriage is two people being there for each other, right? And I haven't been there for you for the past year. OK, I'm sorry. I made mistakes but I'm here now. And I'm not going anywhere. So you're not ready for a kid, fine. You're months…years away from being ready? Then so am I…I came back for YOU. And I'm willing to fight for this marriage but I'm not just going to cry and beg forgiveness at your feet. I wasn't the best wife but you are being a pretty shitty husband this morning, blindsiding me like that. I just wanted to share progress with you and you start talking about divorce papers…Damnit Jackson, I can't…this is not all on…"

"Ok, ok shhh…" Jackson stood up and went to comfort his wife in the doorway. "I get it. I'm sorry, too. I'm not giving up, I love you. And now you know and I'm sorry. I should've told you…" He walked past her and started toward the kitchen again.

"Well don't just walk away, Jackson," April ran after him. "What are you doing now? We were getting somewhere."

"I'm gonna make you some toast. You're nicer once you've been fed." She rolled her eyes, but gave a small smile when he kissed her cheek.

"Then what?"

"You eat it and have coffee and I'll sit next to you and be quiet."

"Then what?"

"I have no idea."

***AN: I've noticed I really like food titles. I mean "Toast" is the weirdest name for this thing….but also I like the weird names. Every other option was boring.