Jackson slowly woke up the next morning. Unconsciously, he turned his body around, reaching for April. However, he realized he was alone in bed. She was gone. Suddenly all the memories of their fight yesterday filled his mind.

He decided to get up, to see is she was home. It was 6.30 AM. Normally, she didn't go to work that early.

He found her in the kitchen, putting her jacket on, ready to leave.

"Good-morning." He said, making her turn around.

"Oh, hey." She replied, awkwardly.

"Where are you going?"

"I've got to go to work earlier today."

She was lying. He knew her schedules. "Oh, ok…"

"Ok. See you later." She said, quickly making her way to the door without looking back.

…

By lunch time, Jackson still hadn't seen April. She must had been in surgery all morning, because she wasn't in the pit when he looked for her.

He was sitting with Meredith and Alex in the cafeteria, not even hungry. His mind was somewhere else.

"Hey, guys." He heard April's voice, when she approached the group with a tupperware container in her hands. "What do you think about the name Elijah?"

Jackson saw her seat in the chair opposite to him, but chose not to reply.

"Why do you ask?" Meredith wondered, noticing how the pair didn't greet each other.

"Well, it's because I'm starting to think about baby names and I just met the cutest four year old boy in the elevator. He was visiting his grandmother, who just had knee surgery, and he was so adorable. His name's Elijah, so…"

"Elijah's ok." Meredith stated. "But why are you discussing baby names with us? Shouldn't you be doing that with your husband?"

April stared at her food, not daring to look at Jackson. And she was definitely not giving their fight away. She didn't want to be the source of gossip. Instead, she decided to keep going. "And what about Noah?" Both Alex and Meredith frowned their noses. "No?"

"Hey!" It was Arizona, with her usual bright smile. She took a sit next to April. "What are you guys talking about?"

"Kepner won't shut up about baby names." Alex replied, taking a bite of his sandwich.

"Uh, I love baby talk!" Arizona said, enthusiastically, turning to April. "Wait, how far along are you?"

"I'm sixteen weeks."

"Oh, do you know the sex of the baby?"

Jackson, who had been looking down at his food since April arrived, lifted his eyes to her. Their stares met for a second, before the two of them quickly looked away. "Hum, no." She answered. "No, we don't."

"Oh, ok. Well what names do you like?"

"I like Stella for a girl." April retorted, playing her food with the fork, uncomfortably. Somehow, looking at Jackson made her feel both angry and sad. She didn't understand his reaction yesterday. And last night, when he got home, she pretended to be asleep to prevent him from finding out she had been crying.

"I met a girl named Stella in college." Meredith said. "She was a complete lunatic."

"You guys are trying to make this even harder, aren't you?" April rolled her eyes. She wasn't sure if this was a good idea after all, since they had turned down every name so far. "Ok, how about Delilah?"

"How do you even find these names?" Meredith remarked again, taking a sip from her drink.

"Delilah's a biblical names." April defended her choice, taking a quick look at her husband from the corner of her eyes. Why wasn't he participating in the conversation? He still hadn't said a word since she got there.

"I kind of like Delilah." Arizona stated, joyfully.

"Wait, isn't she the whore in the bible?" April was still looking at Jackson when Alex's voice made her stare at him instead.

"No!" She said, annoyed at how offensive he could be when he wanted to. "She's the one who lived a love story with Samson. Well, until she sold him out to the Philistines, but… that's not the point. And for your information, you're confusing Delilah with Mary Magdalene. People often say she was a prostitute. She might have been a sinner, but please don't call her whore."

"Eh, whatever." Alex murmured, not caring at all.

"Wait, what's the name you told me the other day?" Arizona asked, with her mouth half full of food.

"Hum…what?" April inquired, thinking about their past conversations. "Rainbow?"

"Yeah, that one. Rainbow is cute!"

"Rainbow's not cute." Jackson mumbled, still not looking up.

"I'm sorry, what?" April asked, unsure of what came out of his mouth.

"I said Rainbow's not cute." He said louder this time.

"Oh, so now you think it's important to discuss our baby's name. Don't you have more important things to do?" She stated, remembering what he told her yesterday about having more important things to do.

"Don't start, April." He said, nodding his head. He didn't want to fight anymore. He wanted to talk to her, but she kept avoiding him.

"I'm not starting anything. You're the one who's been all grumpy about this kind of conversation lately."

"I've not been grumpy…"

"You know what?" She cut him off, obviously pissed at him. "I like Rainbow. It's cute, feminine and totally adorable."

"Rainbow is not up for consideration." He stood his ground.

"Well, I like it." She said, standing up from the table. It wasn't true. She did not like the name Rainbow, nor was she considering it. She was just angry at him. "It's my child, I'm carrying it for nine months, it gets the name I choose and I definitely choose Rainbow."

She turned around to leave, but Jackson shouted out loud "There's no way I'm calling my child Rainbow." He could tell everyone had a strange look on their faces. April had just snapped at him. But he tried to dismiss their looks, turning to Alex "Is Rainbow even a name?"

Alex looked at him and shrugged his shoulders "I don't know!" He replied, with his mouth full.

"But hey… you've got to admit, Rainbow Avery sounds pretty cool!" Meredith teased, standing up to leave as well. "Very dignifying."

"Or you can always consider Thunder if it's a boy." Alex joked too, with a roguish smile on his face. "Rainbow and Thunder Avery."

"I'm sure the great Avery family's going to love it." Arizona retorted, to his despair.

…

When Jackson got home, later that day, he found April sitting outside, on the balcony. Slowly he approached her. He didn't want to fight anymore. He just wanted to explain himself to her.

"Hey." He said, leaning against the door frame.

"Hi. You're home." She stated, looking at him. Her eyes were red, he could tell she had been crying.

"Yeah, I left work earlier today. I couldn't think straight, so I rescheduled my last surgery and headed home."

"Oh, ok."

They fell into an awkward silence for a few minutes, before he spoke again. "It's getting a bit chilly out here."

"I know." she replied, closing her arms against her chest. "I just needed to get some fresh air."

He didn't dare to move, afraid he might trigger another fight. He was tired of fighting.

"I just don't understand, Jackson." She said. He could hear a tone of hopelessness in her voice. "I know I can be a little over the top sometimes, but you were never like this with me before…I mean, you never minded listening to me while I'm talking about our baby."

"I know." he acknowledged, lowering his eyes to the ground, almost in shame.

"Did I do anything wrong?"

"No…" he quickly said, moving to seat next to her on the other chair. "…you didn't do anything wrong."

"Then what happened? You were fine after the OB/GYN appointment."

"I know…I just." He took a deep breath and looked down again. "I'm sorry for snapping at you."

"Did you really feel like I was choking you?"

"No…I mean, it wasn't your fault. It was my fault. I…"

"Talk to me, Jackson. What is it?"

He looked at her, feeling as small as he could feel. He usually didn't like to share his emotions, afraid that it could somehow be a sign of weakness, but she was his wife. She knew him better than anyone and he couldn't hide anything from her. "The truth is…I'm scared."

She looked at him surprised at his confession. "You're scared?"

"I am." He continued, a little embarrassed. "Actually, I'm terrified. I mean, we're going to have a baby. I'm going to be a father. And yesterday, we could really see our baby for the first time. We could our baby's face, hands, and little fingers. Our baby is a complete person now… a tiny human being." He took a quick look at her, to see her reaction. Her mouth was wide open and couldn't tell if she was angry at him or not for feeling this way. "It all happened too sudden and soon, I mean…one day we're getting married, the other you're telling me you're pregnant and I don't even know if I'm ready to be a father. I'm not saying I don't want to be one, I'm just saying that I'm scared I'm not prepared to be one."

April moved in her seat to be closer to him. "Jackson, no one is born knowing things. We learn them and I'm sure you'll learn how to be a great dad. I'm gonna have to learn how to be a mom too."

"I know, but…I didn't have a present father. I don't have much of a father figure. My mom, she did her best, but she was always busy with work. She was practically a single mom and between the nannies and boarding school, I didn't have a normal childhood, you know, a normal family." He confessed, feeling too embarrassed to even look at her. "How am I supposed to be a great dad when I didn't even have one?"

She felt her heart melt, understanding now his sudden behavior. "You're already an amazing person, an amazing husband…I know you'll be an amazing dad too."

"I'm not so sure. Our baby is going to depend on us for everything. This is a responsibility we're going to have for the rest of our lives and I'm happy about it…I am. I'm just scared." He said, letting all his doubts coming to the surface. "I'm sorry for snapping at you yesterday, April. But after the OB/GYN appointment, I just freaked out. It all seemed too real. Then you started talking about diapers and bottles and labor and things became really, really real. What if I'm not prepared to be a dad?"

She got up from her chair and kneeled by his feet, placing a hand on his chin to make him look at her. "Hey, Jackson…look at me." He lifted his head slowly. "Remember when we had our first pregnancy scare? We weren't even really dating and you… "

"That was different. I was just trying to calm you down and besides, you weren't even pregnant, so…"

"But you didn't know that." She said, quickly. "Remember what you told me? You told me we could do it. That we would be amazing parents. And we are going to do it, Jackson. We can do it. We'll have challenges… everyday, but we can do it."

"The thing is…" he continued, after taking a deep breath. "…I thought that maybe, if we were having a boy, things would be different, you know, easier. We could relate on a different level, but then the OB told me we're having a girl and I freaked out completely. I'm scared, because I want to be the best dad to our little girl. I'm scared, because I don't know how I'm going to do it or even if I'm prepared to do it."

April stared at him without saying anything. Then, she placed both her hands on her mouth, covering it. "Oh my gosh…Oh my gosh." She repeated again, this time standing up, taking a few steps back. "Oh my gosh."

"April?" He could see she had tears in her eyes. Then it hit him. He just revealed the gender of their baby.

"We're having a girl?" she asked, slowly placing her hands on her little bump.

"I'm so sorry." He apologized, almost jumping from his seat. "I know how you didn't want to find out. I'm so sorry, honey. I didn't mean to tell you, I just…it slipped out of my mouth and…"

"So we're having a little girl?" She asked again, with a fragile voice.

He simply nodded his head. "I'm sorry…you have all reasons to be mad at me. I'm so sorry."

"I'm not mad at you, Jackson. How could I be?" April nodded her head, closed the space between them and took his hands. "I didn't want to know, but I'm not mad at you."

"You're not?" he wondered, placing his hands on her waist.

"No. Actually, I had a feeling it was going to be a girl. I just felt it in my heart it was a girl." She confessed, thrilled about her discovery. She didn't want to find out, but now that she knew, she couldn't help but to feel a tremendous joy in her heart. "I'm so happy."

"I'm happy too." He said, kissing her forehead, feeling calmer now.

"We're gonna have a little girl!" She was ecstatic. "I'm sorry, Jackson, for being so stubborn. I didn't understand you, but I do now. Look, we're going to be great parents. You're going to be an amazing dad."

"You think so?"

"I do." She said, holding her arms around his neck. "I think our daughter couldn't have a better dad. And I couldn't have chosen a better husband."

"I'm going to do my best. I'm going to protect our little girl and stand by her every step of the way."

"I know you will. You're going to be the world's greatest dad." She kissed his lips and he pulled her body closer, lifting her up from the ground. "I know it's sudden and soon, but this is our little family…we can do this."

"We can do this." He mumbled against her lips. "I love you."

"I love you too."

"Oh, by the way…you're not really serious about Rainbow, are you?"

"Maybe…"She giggled, teasing him.

He knew by the tone of her voice she was kidding and so he decided to carry her inside. Kissing her deeply, he reminded himself how much he missed his wife. She told him he was going to be a great dad, but now all he wanted to do was prove her how great of a husband he could be.

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AN:

Hello, beautiful people

What did you think about this chapter? Are you happy with this outcome? And are you happy it's a girl? I hope you are.

Thank you so much for your reviews and support. They mean a lot to me. Please leave your opinions. They inspire me.

Now, of course I'm not naming their child Rainbow. Though I hope you liked the reference. Also note that I might've played a little with the fact that Ellen Pompeo has a little girl named Stella Luna. Got the reference? It was just for fun.

How do you feel about Grace or Ella? Anyways, tell me your opinions on baby names! I'm open to whatever names you like and we can even play a little game. The one with more votes wins. How about that?

English is not my first language, so any mistakes you might find, let me know and I'll correct them.

Keep reading. I'll update soon.

Love,

Annie