As usual, I feel awful about how long I've waited to update this story. Working more than 40 hours a week and finals will do that to you I guess. I hope you enjoy! Please let me know what you thought about this chapter!

One year later

April sighed. "Summer are you don't want to move back home? You can go to UW like I did and go into Medicine. They have an excellent program. Or go into anything you want, I don't care. I just want you to go to college. You need an education. I can't believe your Father isn't backing me up on this."

She didn't get to finish her rant because Summer interrupted her again. "Mom. I'm just taking a sabbatical from school. I don't know what I want right now so I don't want to waste my time or money on college. I'm going to stay down here in San Diego and work for a year while I think about everything. Besides, I've made a lot of friends here over the past year and I don't want to leave them. Or Mike. I can't go back to Washington while Mike is down here. He'll hate me. And I'll miss him." Summer laughed and April couldn't believe what she was hearing. She worked so hard to make sure that Summer could get an excellent education like she did.

"Summer, what about your acceptances to UW, Berkeley, UCLA? You're just going to throw those away?" She asked her only daughter. It wasn't like her to be this overbearing but it was her daughter's future they were talking about after all. If not now, then when? She had put her through a prep school and tutoring, test prep, music lessons...every possible area in order for her to get accepted into the best colleges. And now she wasn't going.

Summer groaned. "Mom. I told you. I can put it off for a year and start next fall instead. People do that. It will be okay."

April thought about it for a minute while listening to her daughter throw away her future. She glanced over at her fiancé who was flipping through the channels on the tv next to her. He didn't seem to be paying attention to her phone call. "Is this about Jackson? Do you not want to come home because Jackson lives here now?"

Surprisingly enough to her, that caught his attention but only enough for him to look at her and roll his eyes. They had bonded, he wasn't worried about it. Besides, April appeared to get an earful from Summer after that last accusation.

"Okay, I know. I know you like Jackson sweetie, I was just checking," she told Summer, but Jackson snatched the phone from her.

"Hey Summer. I'm really sorry about your mom. You know how she gets. I'll talk to her," he told her calmly, laughing vaguely at something the younger version of April said. "She's fine. You know her voice just gets like that when she's worried."

April waited for him to wrap things up, getting more irritated by the second. He laughed at something she said. "I'll tell him you said that. He's doing great. Getting ready to start at Boston College. I don't think he has any idea what he wants to do either. At least that's the impression I'm getting."

Eventually their conversation ended and he got up to find April who had all but stomped away. She was hiding upstairs in their bedroom, facing their bed and folding laundry.

Jackson snuck up behind her and wrapped her arms around her, nestling his large hands on her protruding baby belly. April jumped and he began kissing the side of her neck, peppering kisses across her jaw and neck.

"What Jackson?" She snapped, stiffening in his arms. He chuckled at her mood. Recently the changes in her mood and her hormones were giving him whiplash but he couldn't really complain.

He chose his words carefully. "You're being overbearing. She's going to do what she wants to do. Don't push her away. She's a good kid."

April turned around to eye him carefully. "I just want what's best for her. College is what's best for her. Don't you think?"

Jackson nodded but added, "I agree sweetheart but if she doesn't want to be there yet then it will do no her no good to go."

She shrugged and understood what he was saying. "Can't she try and figure it all out up here with us?" She couldn't hold back the tears that were on the verge of falling and Jackson had to hold back his laughter.

"You don't like her down there with those two anymore than I do, but it is what it is," He softly worked to kiss away her tears and tried to calm her. "All we can do is let her live her life, be there for her when she needs us and get ready for this new baby," Jackson grinned looking down at April's belly. She was seven months pregnant and she'd looked like she was about to pop for the past three months.

April grinned and rested her hands on his on top of her swollen belly. She was thrilled to have baby number two. It couldn't come a day too soon for her either...it wasn't necessarily easy for her this time around.

He pulled her close and whispered into her ear, "I'll give you dinner, if you give me dessert." His tone was husky and seductive, the kind she could never say no to. Not that she would want to. Lately she had been in the mood all day, every day. She tried not to think about it but couldn't get her mind off the though of riding him until she screamed.

She had it in her mind to skip dinner completely and go straight to dessert but her pager beat her to the idea. She pulled it off her nightstand. "911."

"April, we've talked about this. You're too far to be taking heavy trauma calls. Call someone else, okay?" He begged, even forgetting about their possible love making. Her being on her feet in surgery for ten hours or running around the ER countlessly wasn't going to cause her and his baby anything but problems. She was too far along.

To his surprise, she nodded. "I've already told Hunt the same thing, but since I've been paged I'm guessing it's important." She shrugged and attempted to bend down to tie her shoes. It wasn't working.

Jackson understood what she was saying, he just wished he could go in her place. Ironically enough, his pager went off moments after hers. "911."

He helped her tie her shoes and found a shirt to pull on before they made their dash for the hospital.

Seven hours later April waddled out of surgery, only to find a pissed off Jackson waiting for her in the hallway.

"Really?" he asked her, shaking his head and pointing to the chair that was sitting against the wall by the door.

She shrugged, gave up and sat down, catching the breath she didn't know she lost in the process. Jackson was shaking his head in irritation, only pissing her off more. She was pregnant, not stupid. She could still operate.

They saw Hunt on the other side of the hallway and Jackson took off in his direction. "Jackson, don't! That's my boss!" She hollered at him but he wasn't hearing anything she was saying.

"Dr. Avery, how can I help you?" Dr. Hunt asked while he finished signing a few papers for his secretary who was following him on his rounds.

"Why the hell is my wife still being paged? Didn't we talk about this? Routine procedures only until after she has the baby." Avery asked accusingly. His tone was harsh and loud.

"Whoa, whoa. I had nothing to do with Dr. Kepner—" he tried telling him but Jackson interrupted. "Avery. Dr. Avery."

"Okay, I had nothing to do with Dr. Avery being called in for surgery. Don't direct your anger at me." He told his Head of Plastics and walked down the hall, abruptly ending their conversation.

Even though he still didn't know who paged her, he was positive Hunt would make sure she wasn't paged 911 for surgery again anytime soon.

"What's his problem?" Alex asked her, motioning to his friend stomping down the hallway.

"He's mad that I'm still allowed to work," she sighed. Alex chuckled.

"Well you do look about twelve months pregnant. Plus, Avery's been overprotective of you since you started here. What do you expect?" He reasoned. April had to agree with him. He was right and Jackson was probably right but she loved surgery. If she stopped operating, she knew it would be at least four months until she would be back. Likely more now since Jackson and her had all but officially decided she would stay home with the baby for the first year.

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