Prompt: Do a second part where Jackson tells April about the baby.

So, here it is. Enjoy and review.

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Jackson sat on a bench outside the hospital. The cold night air danced over his exposed cheeks. He could hear cars hooting in the distance. Jackson stared at the night sky above him as he waited for April's shift to end. He finally composed himself enough to appear in public after nearly an hour in the on-call room crying and trying to figure out if there was anything he could do or somebody he could call. He did not know many fetal surgeons but he knew his mother would know some. He needed someone to give him hope, any hope. He could not just admit defeat without even trying even if one of the best fetal surgeons in the country said there was nothing she could do for their buddah-baby. Money was no object when it came to the life of his child. He would use every single dime he has to try and safe the life of his child. But before he could call his mother and ask for her help and resources he first needed to tell his wife the news.

He sighed tiredly and buried his face in his hands. The same hollow emptiness returned in his gut as the minutes went by. He swallowed the lump in his throat and looked up when he heard footsteps approaching the bench. He saw his pregnant wife heading his way. Even in the dim light of the moon she had this explainable glow to her as she walked with an excited smile on her face. For the first time in his life that smile made him sick because he would be wiping that beautiful smile off her face. Jackson took a deep breath before giving her a small smile that did not reach his eyes. April did not notice.

"Hey, how long have you been waiting?" She asked standing in front of him.

"Not long. Sit down." He said not having enough strength to stand up yet.

She sat down next to him.

"I lied." She choked out.

"Hmm, about what?" He asked trying to control his frantic heart form beating out of his chest. He looked at his shoes knowing he wouldn't be able to watch her face when he broke her heart.

"About the baby's sex. Today with Edwards I found out the sex. It was so awkward! Like, seriously having your ex-girlfriend do my ultrasound and then you came in making it extra awkward but at least she doesn't hate us any more." April babbled on. She shook her head knowing that she was heading off-topic. "Anyway, she accidentally told me the sex of our baby. Do you wanna know?"

"April let's talk about this at ho-"

"Of course you wanna know the sex of the baby. You were like a bear with a sore paw when I told you I wanted the sex to be a surprise." She continued and took his right hand on his lap in her's. She sandwiched his hands in hers and brought them to her lips. She kissed his knuckles making him look at her. The happiness shinning in her eyes made him sick. "We're having a little buddah baby boy, Jackson. We're going to have a gorgeous baby boy with your beautiful eyes and smile. He'll be so perfect, Jackson. I can't wait to meet our son."

Jackson eye's burned with tears. A small sad smile rooted itself on his face.

"It's a boy." He hoarsely whispered.

"Yeah." She whispered back letting go of his hands and holding his face.

Jackson couldn't keep the tears in and broke down. He would never teach his son how to throw a football. He'll never see his son even smile at him. He'll never see April walking around their home singing his baby to sleep with her beautiful voice. The chances of his baby boy growing up were very slim.

"Are those tears of joy?" She asked with a small smile.

He wiped away tears and tried controlling his breathing.

"I need to tell you something at home, April." Jackson said and stood up from the bench.

"Jackson, what's wrong?" April asked on edge.

"April, it can wait until we're at home." He sighed wiping off the remainder of tears on his cheeks.

"Jackson, what's wrong? I know something is wrong. Is it our baby?" She asked protectively putting her arms around her unborn child in her belly.

"April, this conversation can wait until we're home."

"Jackson, tell me." She said stubbornly and stood up. An unsettling feeling ran through her veins. "Is there something wrong with him...with our baby, Jackson?"

"April, let's go home first-" He began.

"Jackson, if you don't tell me, I can go ask Edwards. What's wrong with my baby?"

"Osteogenesis Imperfecta." He snapped. He took a deep breath and said. "Our baby boy has Osteogenesis Imperfecta, April. They haven't diagnosed the type yet."

April sat down all strength suddenly leaving her body. Her chest felt constricted and tight making it hard for her to breath. She held the bump as tears freely fell from her green eyes. She looked up to Jackson and saw how swollen and red his eyes were with help of a nearby light. How could she not have notice that when she sat down?

"How?When?" She whispered.

"I heard Dr. Herman tell Stephanie that there was nothing she could do and then she said the baby was cute sitting like a little buddah and it hit me that they were talking about our baby." He said rubbing his puffy eyes.

"I-I-I think..." She swallowed the lump in her throat. "...you should take me home now. I think I need to go home now."

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Somehow Jackson fell asleep, probably due to the silent crying earlier. He woke up needing to use the bathroom. The alarm clock read 3:00. He turned around to see April's side of the bed still neat and made up meaning she never came to bed. After the silent ride from the hospital April went to the nursery. Knowing that she needed some time to deal with the news on her own before he could offer her any support, Jackson decided to leave her be and called his mother for help. She said she would make a view calls and would be fly to Seattle on the first flight available. After talking to her for nearly an hour he lied back down on his bed crying yet again. Some time during the night he fell asleep.

He climbed out of the bed and stretched his limbs. He went to the bathroom quickly and searched for April once he was finished. He opened the door of the nursery to find her sitting on the floor with a black book in her hands. Jackson knew the cold floor was probably not comfortable but he knew she wouldn't be bothered. As Jackson walked towards her he saw the book in her hand was her Bible. He sat down next to her resting his head against the wall.

They sat in silence for nearly five minutes until April finally said something.

"I'm sorry, it's my fault. It's because of me." She said still staring at the open Bible.

"April, it's not your fault. It's nobody's fault-"

"It's mine. God is punishing me for all the mistakes I've made and since your my husband I'm the reason that He's punishing you too-"

"April, stop it." He said seriously. He was not a man with faith but she had it. They needed faith. Faith was all they had left, so he needed her to have faith even though he did not. "I don't know much about God, April. But I know He would never punish you like that. I know that the God you love and serve loves you and because He loves you, He will never punish you like that. I don't understand faith much but isn't it believing in something...in someone even though you can't see them or even feel or understand them at times?"

April looked up at him silently studying him before she said: "Read to me."

He took the holy book from her. He saw her tears on the page.

"What do you want me to read?"

She shrugged and placed her head on his shoulders. "Just open it and read to me."

He nodded knowing that she needed comfort...they both needed comfort and maybe this book she read every night and the God she prayed to could give it to her...to them. He closed the book and randomly open the Bible again on Psalm 71. For some reason something in him drew him to the 20th verse.

"You, who have shown me great and severe troubles, shall revive me up again from the depths of the earth. You shall increase my greatness and comfort me on every side," was all he read.

April looked up to him again.

"We'll be okay." She placed her hand on her stomach. "All of us will be okay. We just need to be okay. God will make it all okay again. He will."

Jackson put the Bible down and then put his arms around her and hugged her. She hid her face in his chest.

"Yeah, we will be okay, April. You, me and our baby will be okay." He whispered as he rubbed her back.

He had no choice but believing that because if something happened to their baby or, heaven forbid, to April he would have no idea how to survive.

They just had to be okay.

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