AN: I think I've never been busier in my life and here I am... publishing another story (I have two unfinished Japril stories in my drafts). These drabbles will better for me, because they will not be that long (they're longer that my HP ones) and I could publish them "quickly". If you're kind enough, you can send me prompts! I'll try to do my best.

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Title: Pregnant

Word count: 442

Pairing(s): Japril (of course).


The way she yelled, gave him the little push he need it.

"Ok, that's it. You're pregnant".

"I beg your pardon?"

"You're pregnant", he said with a silly face.

"Jackson, if you're considering this… "talk" a form of foreplay, we need to have a conversation".

He rolled his eyes.

"I'm not considering anything. I know you're pregnant".

Her eyes widened.

"I do- don't know what you're ta- talking a-about", she stammered.

"You have been sleeping everywhere this past month. You also have been extremely moody these days…"

"Hey!" She smacked him.

"… my point exactly. You thrown up three different times this week and don't even get me started on your boobs!"

"Jackson! Don't be so crass!" She hit him again. "And you're wrong", she added in a matter of fact way. "Those symptoms are residue of the flu you gave me!"

"Since when the flu gives you sore breasts, April? Because the way you just screamed when I touched you wasn't precisely an 'I'm-enjoying-sex-with-my-husband' kind of sound", he reprehended her.

"Well, that's because… Stop playing doctor on me!" She abruptly said.

"I'm not playing doctor on you. I'm being your husband that happens to be a doctor that knows you're pregnant". He replied softly.

"JACKSON! Stop saying that. I'm not pregnant. I think I know my body", she laughed.

"You think you might know it, but I touch, and caress, and adore this body, your body, every single day… and I know you're pregnant."

She got out of the bed.

"Arrrgh! You're so infuriating, Jackson Avery. You think you're right all the time. Well, newsflash, buddy, this time, you're wrong", April informed her husband from their bathroom door.

"Would you be willing to take a pregnancy test to prove me wrong?" He asked her smiling with those dimples of his.

"You're not going out to buy a pregnancy test at 2AM just to prove you're right…", she saw his expression and added quickly, "which you're not."

"That's why I brought a couple of tests from the hospital today", he replied smugly.

"Fine!" She almost yelled. "Give me the damn test and you will know I'm not pregnant", she matched his smug smile with the certainty that someone has when they know they're right.


"I can't believe it".

"I told you".

"I can't believe it".

"You said that already".

"How come you're not gloating?"

"Because you're still in shock and that's no fun... I'll get to it later."

"Pregnant. We're pregnant, Jackson", she cried.

"Yes, we are", he smiled.

And then… she smacked him for like the fourth time that night.

"Why didn't you tell me before?!"

These were going to be the longest nine months ever.