Prompt: "...I know April wants to sign herself. But Jackson should be more helpful about this, not just tell her to find a lawyer and deal with Avery family lawyers on her own. Could you write a story about this please? Jackson helping April deal with the lawyers and agreement and other stuff." Not much else to say except I hope you like it! Please R&R! And feel free to message me prompts through if you want :)

"Hey babe, what's cookin'?" Jackson came home and threw his keys on the living room table, going to the kitchen, where April was at the counter, reading, a pan and ingredients in front of her. He kissed the back of her neck and tried to put his arms around her, but she pulled away.

"Nothing. Please leave me alone for a while, Jackson. Please."

"Nothing's cooking? 'Cause I see a lot of food in front of you…" Silently, April transferred a pot of sauce into a container. "Hey, I really missed you today, what's wrong, April?"

"Nothing Jackson. I really don't want to talk about it."

"So, are we not talking all night or…"

April simultaneously began reading and spreading sauce across the bottom of a lasagna pan. Jackson tried slipping his hand around her waist again, causing her to jump and spill sauce on her papers. "Damn it, Jackson!" She spun around as Jackson grabbed the papers to rinse them off. He saw she was reading the postnuptial agreement his mother had given her two days before.

"I'm sorry. Look, it's just the corner. See? I got it out, too. You can hardly see it." He took the papers and put them on the bar, away from the food. April started crying. "Hey! What's wrong?" He kissed her. They had a frustrated kiss, an angry one, one they used to trap each other into communication. April succumbed to it. "Talk to me!"

"I…I'm just trying to understand this thing before I go to a lawyer, so I don't feel dumb," she threw up her hands, gesturing wildly. "You were all 'No sweetheart, you don't sign it here, you confer with a lawyer.' What lawyer, Jackson, where do I go? I thought we were in this together. I thought your lawyers were my lawyers now. You just kind of threw me to the wolves in there." She wiped streaks of tears from her face.

"Hey, no one's a wolf. There are no wolves. I love you. I'll help you. I'll find you a lawyer. Joe at the bar has a friend. We'll go talk to him, together, OK?" He lifted her head so she was looking in his eyes. "No one's against you. You need your own lawyer for this to protect yourself OK? Hypothetically. Realistically, this guy is just going to help you draft something you feel comfortable signing, and then file it away in a cabinet. Ok? Someone hits your car? You call my guy, understand?" She was pouting, but shook her head yes.

"But you signed it already, you know what it all means. I wanna go over it with you, so that I'm not surprised by anything the lawyer tells me."

"I didn't sign anything, OK? I was going to wait for the group meeting but you're right. I'm sorry. I should've been more sensitive to the fact that it's new to you. How 'bout you help me make this lasagna, and I'll help you with the postnup?" he asked.

"You're gonna cook?" April sniffled.

"Sure, you don't need to do everything alone anymore, April. You're learning something new, I will too. You're here to help me. I want to learn from you."

"Ok," she kissed him, and they switched sides of the kitchen, April going to the bar to read the postnup. "You just need to do the layers and put it in the oven. I made everything else. Just do a layer of three noodles, then a half-cup of both cheeses and half sausage, and repeat the layers. Sauce. Noodles. Cheese and sausage. Repeat and make the sauce your last layer. That's so easy compared to learning lawyer language."

"Pssssh, Ok, Rachel Ray, ask me the last time I assembled a lasagna."

"What does this mean? 'The parties wish to affix their respective rights and liabilities that may result from the relationship'?"

"That pretty much means we can't get away with treating each other like crap."

"Please Jackson? Take this seriously."

"I am, babe. I'm not a lawyer, though; I'm not the best person for this. But I think it means if I cheat on you or develop a gambling problem or something, you're protected."

April rolled her eyes. "OK, but if you cheat on me or develop a gambling problem I'm not the one that needs protecting."

"Noted. Hey, babe, why is this not laying straight?"

April looked over her shoulder. "You totally put way too much cheese in there."

"What do I do, take it out?"

"Uh, yeah unless you want to clean the oven when the lasagna explodes."

"With what a spoon? My hands?"

"A spoon so you can use it on the next layer." Jackson nodded. "Can you please tell me how much you're worth, exactly? I'm ready." April took a deep breath.

"Well, right now I own ¼ of the Foundation, plus my Grey-Sloan salary, plus my share of Grey-Sloan profits from being on the Board, but Harper controls that salary."

"Yeah, tell me the number."

"About 126 million, mostly through the foundation. But I have no idea what Harper's personal wealth is. A lot of that is somewhere for me, our kids. But when Harper dies I'll own the foundation. Mom says she's giving up her shares. Or, we'll own it all I should say."

"What?"

"Oh, I'm giving you half of my ownership in the Foundation, it's in my draft."

April sighed, frustrated. "See, this is what I mean, you made a draft on your own. You could've done it with me."

"Calm down tiger, I know that now. That's what we're doing right now…here…"

He left the lasagna and went over to where April was at the bar, grabbing a pen. He flipped to page 6 and crossed out a bullet witch explicitly stated "April hereafter owns 0% share in the Harper Avery Foundation." He wrote: "Half of my shares, at any given time."

April kissed his cheek. "Why'd you write it like that?"

"Well, the lawyers know the fancy way to write it, I don't. But if I wrote in your percent then we'd have to keep changing this whenever my percent changed, that's annoying."

April nodded. "Very annoying."

"Don't put the last layer on yet, I want to see your layers." April said, twenty minutes later, when Jackson finally announced he was ready to put the lasagna in the oven after countless tries re-layering it.

"Yeah? I bet you want to see my layers…"

April blushed. "Is that all you think about?

"Pretty much, yes," Jackson admitted. "But that's just because well, you're my wife, how could I not?"

"Hey, I really don't like this section at all Jackson. It's mean. It's downright disrespectful. Who wrote this up?"

"Breathe and read it to me."

April took a deep breath and began, "The parties hereafter agree that neither their religious beliefs nor the religious beliefs of any future children will inform any decision they make on behalf of The Harper Avery Foundation. That's ridiculous, Jackson. I can only promise that my decisions for the foundation will be made in accordance with how I make all decisions while I practice medicine…And I refuse to sign a document asking me to speak for my future children when they are 18, that's crazy. I won't sign that. I don't want anything about our children or our personal life in this document. I will fight with you if I need to, I don't want a document raising our kids." April stepped away from the paper, throwing down her pen. "Ugh that thing looks like it might collapse…Oh God." She massaged her temples. Between the postnup putting terms on her religion and the leaning tower of noodles in front of her, she felt on the verge of tears again.

"April, relax, what have I been doing for the past half hour when you say you don't like a section?" Jackson asked.

"Coming over and writing something sarcastic about how dumb it is in the margins," April mumbled.

"Exactly. Remember I didn't write this, OK? Catherine did. We're on each other's team so…you fix my layers, I'll fix your postnup, deal?"

"Deal."

Jackson found the section that made April upset. He crossed it out and wrote, "As Mr. & Mrs. Jackson Avery value freedom of thought, we believe this item is ridiculous and impossible to agree to."

He read that out loud to April, and then for the next 20 minutes, read her the agreement to her in the simplest way he understood it. Sometimes he'd cross something out, simply saying, "I don't know what the hell that means so we don't like it," and she'd laugh as she fixed the lasagna.

"Hey this is done, you wanna do the honors and put it in the oven? Nice job babe, see? I'm proud of you."

Jackson laughed. "April, you redid that whole thing."

April shook her head as she handed him the pan. "Nope. Just Layers two to four. You redid that first layer nice by yourself. Teamwork." She giggled.

Jackson shut the oven and pulled April close to him. "I'm really sick of talking about layers of noodles and stupid Harper Avery rules, and we have an hour to kill. I wanna take off layers of clothing," He slid his hand underneath her dress, making her gasp. "Which corner of this house do you wanna break in next hmmm? Tell me."

Her breath caught as he kissed her collarbone, not moving his hand. "The pool table," she managed to whisper, between gasps for air.

"Good choice."