100 Days of One Shots: Day 3 Prompt: "Jackson gets very worried and overprotective when April has to drive a car and April is not happy about that."
"Babe, where are you going?" Jackson grumbled, half asleep, as he felt April slide from his arms. He grabbed her hand.
"Shhh, go back to sleep," April detached herself from her husband and slid out of bed. She watched him roll over before she tiptoed out of the room, splashed water on her face and got all the way to the keys on the hook before she heard his voice.
"Freeze. Hands in the air. Drop the keys." April cringed, but did as he said, because he ran faster than she could waddle and he'd chase her out the door, she knew it. She'd gotten in a minor accident the month before, hit an old lady's car in the parking lot, and ever since then, Jackson wouldn't let her drive, no matter that it wasn't her fault. He had Owen schedule her shifts around his, or had him pick her up, or had Meredith or Derek or Arizona pick her up. She felt like a caged animal, and right now she'd kill for a Big Mac, fries, and the feel of the steering wheel.
"Jackson, that lady hit me, I swear. You had a long night. I just want a Big Mac. You yell at me when I eat that stuff and…"
"Eat what you want, just hand over the keys, I'll go." He already had his jeans on, was pulling a t-shirt over his head. As soon as he took the keys, he put them behind his back. April didn't lose without a fight. "You know you shouldn't drive, you haven't had one in awhile…"
"Mmm you know what you haven't had in awhile," she whispered in his ear, trying to slide her hand behind his back and grab the keys. Jackson switched hands, grinning as she told him what she wanted to do to him.
"Yup. I'm also not an idiot, that's an empty promise."
"Oh it is, huh?" She pushed him toward the couch, hand on his chest. Jackson grinned, amused, and played along, sitting on the couch. He didn't protest when she climbed on his lap, pregnant belly and all. But he kept his hand at his sides, keys in his right. April whispered in his left ear, kissed his neck. Jackson watched out of the corner of his eye as her free hand creeped toward her keys. Right before she snatched them, he lifted his arms over his head, tossed the keys into his left hand. "I like to win too, Kepner, especially when the fight concerns my daughter and pregnant wife. I'll play all night, til they stop serving your Big Mac, you want that?"
"Jackson, we'll be safe come on! I'm not a bad driver, you should see what comes out of Moline." April pouted, climbing off his lap.
"I bet you are the best driver in Moline, sweetheart. And you can drive to work tomorrow. But tonight, I win."
"Ok, babe. Seven minutes, tops, right?" She head toward him again, gleam in her eyes. He knew his wife.
"Touch the belt you forfeit the food, Kepner." April pretended to consider. She hated losing, but the only thing she wanted in her mouth right now was a French fry. He'd won.
"This isn't over Avery. I'm driving to work tomorrow." He grinned, leaning in for a kiss. "Nope. Touch the lips, forfeit the keys." Jackson laughed as he walked out the door. You didn't beat April Kepner without paying for it.
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