Thank you for the reviews! I'm really sorry for taking a long time to update this, but here's the final part of this short story. I'm not sure I really like it, so please me kind lol.
Enjoy!
Jackson entered Bright's hospital room carrying his tablet in his hand. April trailed behind, walking inside out of curiosity to find out what her husband's surgical plan was for her ex-boyfriend. Fortunately for Bright, he escaped the bear attack with bruised ribs and minor cuts that only needed stitches. The only major injury that required surgery was the large open wound on his left cheek. His eye was slightly swollen, but he remained in good spirits.
With his bed adjusted for him to partially sit up, a sober Bright held up his green Jell-O with his spoon. "You guys got any other flavors besides lime? This doesn't even taste like lime," he complained, jiggling the slimy dessert in front of his face. "Might even taste better if it had vodka in it."
"Let's set that aside for a few minutes because Dr. Avery would like to show you how he's going to fix your face," April amusingly replied, taking his Jell-O cup and moving his table away from him. "By the way, I called your father. He'll be here by tomorrow morning when you're in surgery."
"Aww, you called my dad?" he whined. "You couldn't call my sister or someone who won't lecture me during my recovery? C'mon, wouldn't you like a reunion with Amy? I bet you two have a lot to talk about. Call my dad back and tell him not to come. He doesn't have to be here for this."
She shook her head and smiled. "Sorry, but you deserve a lecture from your father after you nearly killed yourself."
Bright gestured his hand towards April as he grinned at Jackson. "You see what you married? She's always been like this, acting all selfless and stuff. Going out of her way to help you even when you don't want it."
"Also, your camping buddy bailed, so she needed to call someone to be your support system," Jackson noted.
"What? Todd left me here alone? That little sh-"
"Something about his car, but that's not the most important thing," the plastics fellow interrupted, then he opened a program to show a computerized version of Bright's cheek. He used his finger to zoom in on the injury. "Right now this is how half of your face looks. I'm going to take skin from your thigh to repair the skin you lost. And there should be minimal scarring once everything is healed. It'll look something like this."
Bright stared at the projected aftermath of his face. "But my face won't become all distorted? I dig the scar I'll get, but I don't want to look like I was given an unofficial face lift." He raised his eyebrow at April. "You're positive he's the best?"
The trauma surgeon nodded. "He was taught by the best," she confidently answered. "His mentor passed on all of his knowledge down onto him."
Hearing references of Mark Sloan without even actually hearing his name brought back memories for Jackson. It had been a while since he even thought about his deceased mentor. The last time he thought about Mark was the day of April's wedding. His final advice to the pretty boy had given him the boost he needed to finally stand up – literally – and tell his wife he loved her.
If he hadn't recalled that advice, where would he be now? Most likely not with April for sure. She would have married that paramedic and lived the life she had planned for herself since she was a child.
And now Jackson felt like an ass because he was more annoyed by the fact that the man he was about to fix used to be the only man April loved than feeling appreciative that his wife was complimenting his surgical skills. Bright was not a threat to their marriage, but he was looking at him like he could break them up in five minutes.
April's pager went off and she checked her message. "I'm needed in the pit. I'll stop by to see how you're doing before my shift is over, Bright."
After the redhead left the room, Bright let out a chuckle. "You and April eloped. I still can't get over the fact that she ran off with another guy in front of everyone. Props to you, man. I'm not sure I would've been able to pull that off and I've done a ton of outrageous things in my time."
"So, what drew you to her in the first place?" Jackson inquisitively asked, pulling a chair and sitting down beside the bed. He thought he might as well bond with Bright and find out if they had anything in common. Perhaps he knew things about April that he didn't. "How was she as a teenager? She's pretty mum about that."
"She was hot in her own way, like school librarian hot with the sweaters and glasses. And April was always at our house because of my sister Amy, so I saw her all the time when I lived at home," Bright recalled. "Huge dork, but I liked that about her. Better than the skanks I used to fool around with before we started dating. I was this jackass who nobody really took seriously, but April, she didn't see me as a complete idiot. Oh, and she made great sandwiches. She could make a BLT taste like it was worth a hundred bucks."
Jackson slightly cringed. That freaking uneaten sandwich he carelessly left at home suddenly made him very hungry now. "What else you got?"
"One of the best things she did for my family was she'd come over and cook us dinner when my mom was battling cancer. She didn't have to do it, ya know? But she wanted to because that's just the type of person she is – always putting others in front of herself," he noted. "And we weren't even dating yet. In fact, I had to grow a large set of balls to tell her I liked her. I rejected her once before because she really wasn't my type. Even when we were dating she was super insecure. She wouldn't believe me when I told her she was beautiful."
"How'd you deal with that?"
Bright smugly grinned. "I locked her in my bathroom, forced her to stare at herself in the mirror until she accepted the fact that she's beautiful," he proudly stated. "And then we took a shower together."
Just when Jackson thought he was warming up to the guy, he brought up the infamous shower story – though he never heard it in full detail from April. She had been courteous enough to not talk about it. "So umm, your face. Are the painkillers working for you?" he asked, changing the subject.
"It feels like half of my face is gone. That's good, right?" he chuckled.
"Means it's working. Anyway, try to get some rest for your surgery. I'll see you in the morning."
"Hey, can I ask you for a favor?" Bright asked before Jackson could leave the room. The plastic surgeon spun around on his heel in the doorway. "I'm not sure if this is allowed or anything, but would it be cool if April- Dr. Kepner- whatever I should be calling her is there for my surgery? The moral support would be nice."
Jackson pursed his lips, slowly nodding his head. "Uhh, I'll see if she's available. April might have her own surgery or an emergency coming in through the ER tomorrow. Why don't you ask her when she comes by again later?" he suggested. "If she can't, I'm sure she'll try to pop in during or after your surgery to see how you're doing. She's good like that."
He left the hospital room feeling a combination of relief and awkwardness. His wife could sit in the surgery with him, which was better than being alone with Jo throwing stink eyes at him. He knew April wasn't scheduled for any surgeries until the afternoon. But at the same time, perhaps his wife being there would be a distraction for him. He wanted to concentrate on Bright, not Bright and April's former relationship.
Bright would be asleep on the table anyway, he thought. He wouldn't notice if she was there or not.
"So, your ex-boyfriend is here in this hospital?" Arizona inquisitively asked while she strolled through a hallway with April, a cup of coffee in each of their hands. Once word had spread that the redhead's ex-boyfriend wasn't imaginary, their coworkers were very curious. Having been known as the Virgin Mary for some time in the hospital, of course people were nosy. "And he tried to wrestle a bear?"
April noticed the amused expression on Arizona's face. "Bright is quite the character," she chuckled, sipping her coffee. They entered the OR gallery where Jackson was about to begin her ex-boyfriend's surgery. Bright was already asleep on the operating table with his torn face exposed. "That's probably why I loved him."
The pediatric surgeon leaned forward towards the window to get a clearer view of Bright. "Hmm… he's cute. Well, based on the half of his face that isn't falling off anyway." She sat down beside her coworker. "So why'd you two break up?"
"We… drifted apart," she reluctantly answered. "But it's fine. It's fine because I'm married to Jackson and even though he's unnecessarily jealous of Bright, I'm not going to let that bother me."
After returning home from work, Jackson had eaten the sandwich April made for him, but something felt off with him. He continuously threw compliments at her about her cooking skills as if he had never tasted anything she had made before. There was definitely some ass kissing involved, yet she found it adorable. She decided to leave it alone because she thought it was somewhat endearing.
However, she felt slightly annoyed that it took an ex-boyfriend for her husband to randomly compliment her for anything. It wasn't that he never did, but she thought he felt obligated to because of Bright's arrival. She knew he loved her, though sometimes it seemed as if Jackson needed that small kick in the butt in order to appreciate her a little more. Their communication improved since getting back together, but it still needed work. Both of them either spoke too much or not enough.
"Your feelings for Bright are a thing of the past, yeah?" Arizona watched the redhead nod in response. "Then Jackson has nothing to worry about. You know, I think he's just being one of those guys who has to compare himself to the ex. It's like a boost for their ego."
"In the back of my mind, I sort of think Jackson's paranoid that I'll fall back in love with Bright and cheat on him," April speculated, scrunching her face at Arizona. "That's stupid, right? He knows I wouldn't cheat on him. I'm not…"
The blonde woman forced a laugh when the trauma surgeon pursed her lips, likely holding herself back after remembering she was speaking to a former cheater. "I understand what you're saying and I know it wasn't your intention to bring up… that. It's alright, April. Just tell him how you feel. Bottling everything in doesn't work out in the long run."
April slowly shrugged. "I don't know. Maybe I'm making this into a bigger deal than it has to be."
"Or Jackson is. He's the jealous one after all," she noted. "Sometimes I think you blame yourself for things that aren't actually your fault. Don't let him off the hook easily. Give him a piece of your mind for a change."
"I know, but I don't want to fight."
Arizona playfully rolled her eyes at April. "Fighting comes with all relationships. You can avoid them, but that doesn't mean your problems will magically go away. Not all fights have a simple resolution, but that's why you work together to find one," she advised. "Besides, what makes you think you two will fight over this? You're just telling him how you feel. He should be willing to listen."
"That's kind of the problem," she muttered, staring down at her husband. "He tends to walk away when things start to become too tense, or he starts changing the subject. I don't know why he does that a lot. It makes me feel like my opinions don't matter in the conversation."
"You should tell him that. Tell him to stop dismissing your opinions like they're less significant," Arizona suggested. "And if you want, you can always hold off on sex and see what he thinks after that. Make him earn it."
April softly laughed. "I did do that yesterday when he refused to admit he was jealous of Bright." She tapped her finger against the lid of her coffee cup. "Hey, do you think they're selling those burritos in the cafeteria today?"
"The one with the gray colored beans?" Arizona stated, shaking her head in disgust and looking at her friend confused. "Why on earth would you want to eat that?"
"Looks can be deceiving. I've eaten a cafeteria burrito three times this week and I also brought one home last night," she proudly admitted, drawing an eyebrow raise from the pediatric surgeon. "What? Have you tried it before? They're delicious."
"The cafeteria burritos are as delicious as the jambalaya," she answered with a smirk. "Either you're a trooper for eating that or you've got some weird pregnancy craving developing because I sure as hell wouldn't abuse my stomach like that."
The redhead shook her head and chuckled. "I am not pregnant. I know my body very well and nothing tells me that I am," she disagreed. "And I don't have any leftovers to bring for lunch at the moment, so my last resort is the cafeteria. It happens."
Arizona smiled as she sipped her coffee. "If you say so."
Down below in the OR, Jackson focused on repairing the damaged tissue on Bright's cheek. Jo was assigned the delicate job of collecting skin from their patient's thigh for later. Working together resulted in immediate awkward tension between the two of them. The second year resident continued to hold a grudge towards her superior for what he had done to Stephanie at the wedding. Her thoughts of wanting to crush his penis with a jackhammer faded, but she wasn't going to go out of her way to become friends with the plastics fellow.
She didn't know April very well and she used to consider her the dud amongst all of the attendings. Working shifts in the ER under the trauma surgeon's watch changed Jo's mind about her. She may have married the man at the top of her hit list, but she couldn't completely fault April for the small fiasco in the barn. The cheerful redhead turned out to be one of those people who loved their job and was willing to teach her residents. Jo appreciated teachers who released their students from their leashes.
Jo wasn't supposed to be on Jackson's service, but working with plastics was rare for her. At least she hadn't been stuck with suctioning duty. April had been courteous enough to convince the pretty boy into allowing her to scrub in with him.
"How's it going with the skin grafts?" he questioned, briefly glancing at the brunette.
"I feel like I'm peeling a potato with this thing," she quipped, referring to the dermatome in her hand. "So umm, will I get a chance to stitch one of these bad boys onto his cheek?"
"Uhh… considering the location of the injury, it's best if I do this myself. I want to leave as much minimal scarring as possible on his face. My work will either leave this guy pleased or totally pissed off at me," Jackson murmured.
"Are you that worried about what your wife will think?"
He raised his eyebrow at Jo. "Excuse me? What does the end result have to do with her?"
"To be honest, I think you're more concerned about how Dr. Kepner will react than Bright. Do a below average job and she'll assume you're sabotaging his face, right?" she insinuated.
"Mind your own business, Wilson."
"Actually, it kind of is my business because I was there with you in the trauma room yesterday when you started acting all superior towards this poor guy. He tried to wrestle a bear. Do you really think April's impressed, like she'll fall back in love with him?"
Jackson quickly shook his head. "Of course not. He just… he just made me realize that maybe I don't know her as well as I thought I did. Bright seems to know her better than I do," he confessed. "And alright, that made me a little jealous."
Jo smirked behind her surgical mask. "A little?"
"Fine, a lot. He saw her naked first," he muttered.
"And how many women saw you naked before she did? Do you hear her making a big deal about that? Seriously, what's the big deal? Get over yourself, Dr. Avery," she bluntly replied. "He'll be gone in a day or two and you'll look back at this and realize you were jealous over memories and not the actual person."
Rather than respond, Jackson sighed as he continued to repair Bright's face. Maybe Jo was right, he thought. A second year resident had more logic than he did regarding his marriage to April. He was overanalyzing the situation. On the other hand, he thought maybe he was overanalyzing everything because the idea that she could love someone else again scared him.
He let her go once. He didn't want to make that mistake again.
Following the surgery, Jackson gave Bright time to recover before checking on him in his hospital room. The surgery felt like a success, though his patient needed significant time for the skin grafts to heal. He wasn't required to stay at the hospital for much longer. As long as Bright took care of himself and didn't put himself in the position to ruin his healing skin, Jackson was looking forward to never seeing him again.
When he entered the room there was an older man with gray and white hair sitting beside Bright's bed. It could only be his father, who had flown in that day to see him. Jackson cleared his throat as he approached the man. "Hello, I'm Dr. Avery. I operated on Bright," he introduced himself, extending out his hand.
"Dr. Harold Abbott," the other man replied, firmly shaking the pretty boy's hand. He smiled as his eyes scanned Jackson from head to toe. "You're a plastic surgeon? You look quite young."
"Well, I'm close to the end of my plastics fellowship, but I learned from a very good plastic surgeon. Anyway, I'm sorry I never met with you in the waiting room-"
"Oh, don't sweat it. I just arrived about five minutes ago, so it's not your fault. It's really my son's fault for getting himself into another avoidable mess," Harold insisted and pointed at a sleeping Bright. "Now I'm just waiting for him to wake up, so I can ask him why he continues to make irresponsible decisions with his life."
"I suppose I can tell you the good news before he does," Jackson offered. "I was able to repair the damaged tissue in his cheek and rebuild the surface of his skin using some skin grafts from his thigh. The donor site should remain covered for another four to five days. Since you're a doctor I'm sure you're aware of how the recovery period works."
Harold nodded. "Yes, of course. Just give me his post-op treatment plan and I will ensure he follows everything correctly."
April walked inside, gasping with a smile on her face. "Dr. Abbott, how are you?"
"Look at you! April Kepner, my you've grown up a lot since the last time I saw you," he happily greeted her. The two hugged each other tightly, then he placed his hands on top of her shoulders. "I always knew you would become a doctor and a surgeon to be exact."
"Thank you. I was just coming to stop by for a while to see how Bright's doing, but it looks like he's still knocked out." She turned to face Jackson, patting Harold's hand. "Dr. Abbott runs his own practice in Moline. He was the go to doctor to see when we were sick and other stuff."
"But I am no surgeon like you two kids. How have you been, April?"
"I'm great. I'm married now," the redhead proudly announced.
"To a paramedic, right? I recall speaking to your father a few months ago. He told me you were engaged to a paramedic. Congratulations!"
April nervously laughed, while Jackson raised his eyebrows at her. It was obvious to him that she hadn't spoken to her parents since the wedding or they were lying to their small town of Moline about who she married. He doubted they went around town telling everybody that their daughter was a horrible person who was going to rot in Hell. Now he wondered – did any of the Kepners know they had eloped?
It was easy for Catherine Avery to find out because of her connections to the hospital, but April not telling her parents wasn't as difficult to hide. He hoped she would have at least told them even if their reactions weren't pleasant. They weren't hiding their marriage anymore.
"Actually," she shyly replied, moving next to Jackson and wrapping her arm around his waist. April grinned at Harold as she placed her free hand against her husband's chest. "I'm married to Jackson- I mean, Dr. Avery. This is my husband."
Harold appeared surprised at first, but he eventually smiled at the couple. "Oh, that's exciting too. You two look very happy together," he complimented, then he grabbed a hold of Jackson's hand and shook it once more. "I saw April as another daughter. You found a very good one, young man."
"Thank you, sir," Jackson answered graciously. "She makes me really happy."
Moments later, mumbling could be heard from Bright's bed. He slowly opened his eyes and groaned at the sight of his father. "Oh, crap. You came."
Harold chuckled, slipping his hands inside of his pockets. "Of course I did. If I was your mother, she would be in your ear right now. Do you have any idea how worried she was about you?" He gestured towards April. "Thankfully, you had someone familiar to keep an eye on you until I arrived."
April lightly tugged on the older man's arm. "Dr. Abbott, why don't we head over to the cafeteria for some coffee? I bet you're a little worn out from your trip," she politely suggested. "In fact, we can catch up at the same time. I'd love to know what Amy's up to now."
"Coffee sounds great. You really haven't changed, April. Still so charming and selfless."
Bright watched the two of them leave his room, already chatting up a storm. "She just saved me from a long and droning lecture," he jokingly said, looking back at Jackson. "How'd the face do? I hope my career in taking glamour shots isn't over."
The plastic surgeon sat down beside the hospital bed. "Your face should be just fine. Try not to open your mouth too wide when you're talking and eating. You don't want to stretch your skin grafts and ruin them while you heal," he advised, then he pointed at Bright's left thigh. "There's a bandage covering the place where we harvested your skin, so change it every day for the rest of the week to avoid infection. Umm… do you have any questions?"
"I do. Why do you get all weird when I talk about April?" he bluntly asked. "I've noticed your facial expressions whenever I mention her and you always look uncomfortable. No offense, man, but you were kind of douchey yesterday."
"I… well, it's awkward meeting the first guy she fell in love with, you know?" Jackson admitted. "When you two were dating did you know she was saving herself for marriage? Because she completely blindsided me with that after we slept together the first time."
Bright raised his eyebrows at him. "She gave up the goods to you before you got hitched? Wow. When we dated she flat out told me she didn't believe in premarital sex. There was making out, but no actual sex." He laughed to himself. "The whole thing with the shower? Can you imagine taking a shower with April and not being able to go past first base? I mean, it was all done with good intentions, but she had a hot body that I couldn't… ya know, mess around with."
"It was more complicated than you might think," he insisted. "We had our own problems. It took us a long time to find our way back to each other. A lot of guilt and regrets got in the way."
"You cheated on her too?" the blonde man asked curiously.
"What? I never…" Jackson furrowed his brow at Bright. "You cheated on April?"
Bright let out a sigh, nodding with a frown on his face. "We were in a lull in our relationship. I had broken my arm trying to chop a piece of wood, so April was babying me and even before that, the fire in our relationship was slowly dying. We had a fight and weren't talking to each other. One night, I met up with an acquaintance. She was hot. I mean, really hot and we had some beers and…" He paused, shaking his head disappointedly. "It was the dumbest mistake of my life. After I told April, she dumped me and she wouldn't speak to me for days."
"So, how'd you two become friends again?"
"It took a while for her to forgive me. We agreed to stay friends forever, but I always knew she was the one for me," he explained. "She got this scholarship to attend Notre Dame and went there for college. I worked my ass off to earn good grades and enough credits to transfer there. I followed her to Indiana thinking we could try again. And then I met someone else, so it never happened. To be honest, if I hadn't cheated on her, I think we might have been married by now. You're a lucky man, Doc. She's a keeper. Don't screw up like I did."
Jackson hadn't expected cheating to be the reason why April and Bright broke up. He was shocked anybody would hurt his wife like that. Although he had done his share of hurting her, he would never go as far as to cheat on her. A part of him began to understand why she used to be so insecure. To be cheated on by the one person she trusted the most, her self-esteem had taken a hard hit.
If Bright wasn't such a nice guy, he would have thrown a few punches at his healing face. But he and April were getting along as if he hadn't cheated on her at all, so he kept his fists down.
Jackson learned that he and Bright had something in common – at one point in their lives, April was the woman they let get away. Fortunately, the plastic surgeon managed to win her back before it was too late.
Arriving home later than her husband, April opened the front door of their apartment and was greeted by the loud roar of the vacuum cleaner. In the middle of the living room, she spotted Jackson cleaning the hardwood floors, which was normally her job. He wasn't a slob, but he also wasn't the most eager person to clean their home. Most of the cleaning was done by her instead. She also noticed he was wearing the pink rubber gloves she used to wash the dishes.
"Jackson, what are you doing?" she asked, though the sound of the vacuum overpowered her voice. April approached him and turned off the vacuum to catch his attention. He spun around and placed his hands behind his back. "Hey, you're cleaning with my dishwashing gloves. Why?"
He sheepishly grinned as he slipped the gloves off of his hands. "I was hoping you'd be in the ER a little longer, so I could finish cleaning the apartment. I've already done our bedroom and bathroom. The kitchen is halfway done, but I thought I'd get the vacuuming part out of the way."
"This is really sweet of you, but why are you suddenly in clean freak mode? That's my job," she quipped.
Jackson wrapped his arms around April's smaller frame and kissed the top of her head. "You do a lot for me and this is my way of saying, 'Thank you'. I didn't have time to cook dinner, so this is the best alternative to show that I admire you more than you might think."
"I appreciate what you're doing, but…" She slightly pulled away from him and smirked. "I know ass kissing when I see it, so what did you do? If it's really bad, I promise I won't yell at you. Well, it depends on what you did. If it's terrible, then I may have to yell."
"April, I haven't done anything wrong. And for the record, I would never cheat on you."
Her mouth slightly dropped open and she pointed her finger at his chest. "Bright told you, didn't he? Oh my gosh, he told you why we broke up!" The redhead plopped down onto the couch, burying her face into her palms. "And now you're cleaning because you feel sorry for me!"
Jackson grimaced. "No, no. That's not it. I don't feel sorry for you." He sat down beside his wife, resting his hand against her lower back. "I'm not cleaning because I feel sorry for you. I… I know I haven't been very appreciative of the things you do for me. After talking to Bright, I realized I may have been taking you for granted. It sounded like you two had this really good thing going until he screwed up and I don't want that to happen to us. I mean, I wouldn't turn to cheating after a big fight with you. That's not me."
April lifted her head to look at Jackson. "Bright cheating made me feel like I wasn't good enough for him. I know he loved me for a variety of reasons, but sex was always that wedge between us. He respected the fact that I wanted to wait until marriage to have sex, but he had to crack at some point," she explained, twisting her engagement ring back and forth around her finger. "After we broke up, I was always reluctant to tell people I was a virgin and why I chose to stay one. The fact that you guys ridiculed me for being a virgin didn't help. I just thought no man who didn't share my beliefs would want to date me if sex wasn't on the table."
"And after you and I slept together, you just became more confused about your beliefs," he implied. His wife nodded in response. "In retrospect, we could've avoided the mess that came after we broke up if we actually talked about all of this. I was too stubborn to listen and I never really gave you a chance to explain yourself."
"My never ending rants certainly didn't make the situation better," she admitted and softly laughed. "Neither of us knew exactly what we were to each other. We were both confused about our feelings. Honestly, I still don't think we're open enough. I wish you would let your guard down and talk to me rather than walk away or change the subject. We're married now. I think our communication could be a lot better."
Jackson nodded in agreement. He sat back against the couch, pulling April along with him and draping his arm over her shoulder. "You wanted to know about my father. The truth is, I never knew him very well. He left when I was barely out of diapers. Couldn't handle the pressures of being an Avery, so he quit on all of us," he recalled. "Every now and then he would send me a birthday card, but I haven't heard from him since I was in high school. I'm not sure where he is now."
She pressed her cheek against his shoulder as she gazed up at him. "I'm sorry you grew up without a real father. Have you ever tried to locate him and reach out to him?"
"I don't really want to know him," he bitterly replied. "If he didn't care about me when I was three, then I don't expect him to care much now."
"What if he has a change of heart?"
"If he hasn't changed his mind now, I don't expect him to ever." Jackson gently rubbed April's arm with his thumb. Talking about his estranged father was difficult because he hated thinking about the father he barely had. There was never really anybody to talk to about his problems until he met his wife. They had built a mutual trust with each other and now he thought it was her turn to be honest with him. "Your turn. How often do you speak with your parents? Do they know we're married?"
"I've told them. About two weeks after we eloped, I called my parents and told them. They were disappointed in me because I had just ruined one wedding and married another man without them being there to witness it," the trauma surgeon admitted, biting down on her bottom lip. "I've been scared to call them since. The only other person in my family that I've spoken to is Alice. At least she sounded thrilled… I think."
Jackson smiled. "You should call your parents again. Enough time has passed that I think they won't be upset with you anymore. Besides, I want to meet your parents. You know my crazy mother, so it's fair that I meet your parents. After my mother grilled us during her last visit, I want us to show everybody that we can make this marriage work. Me and you, right?"
April kissed her husband's cheek and snuggled closer against his side. "Yup. Me and you."
As you know, all of this would have taken place before their fight in 10x20, so I hope you like the fluffy ending. Thank you for taking the time to read this! Please leave a review and let me know what you think :)