A/N: I got some very interesting reviews for the last chapter and thanks for all of them! I do read and appreciate every one, even the not so great ones. Since I am using this series of one shots to set up for a sequel there is a purpose for every chapter and a lot of it will come together more clearly in the sequel. Jackson isn't particularly attracted to Stephanie but he does enjoy the attention...that's all I will say about that for now!

Sorry for the long wait! This is a longer chapter than usual to make up for it. Enjoy! :)

Disclaimer: Same as always.


It's A Family Business

April stepped out of the elevator, onto the floor of the ICU, and was immediately accosted by several residents. "Hello! Is there anything we can get for you Dr. Avery?" One of them asked eagerly.

The red-head stood in shock as she processed what the young man had just said. Dr. Avery? She reflexively looked over her shoulder for somebody else. She wasn't used to being called Dr. Avery but she supposed the residents of Massachusetts General Hospital didn't know any different. They had just been told that Jackson Avery's wife was arriving, so naturally, they were referring to her as Dr. Avery.

She was an Avery so they were trying to cater to her every need. She wasn't used to that either.

"No thank you," she answered softly. "Can you just tell me where my husband is?"

"Sure thing!" The resident at the front of the pack chirped. "You can follow me."

The third year, female resident lead her down the hallway, towards Harper Avery's private room, and she found her husband standing in the hallway. Jackson was standing with his head down and his hands tucked into the front pockets of his jeans.

She walked towards him and greeted him with a soft smile. "Hey honey," she whispered. He turned towards her and she quickly wrapped her arms around him and pulled him into a hug. She knew that he had a bit of a problem fully showing his emotions, but she could tell just by looking at him that he needed a hug. His bright, beautiful eyes were gloomy and sad. She rubbed his back before she pulled away to give him a quick kiss. "How is he?"

"Not good," Jackson answered vaguely. "Mom and Elizabeth are in there with him now." He took a deep, shaky breath before he asked, "Can we go to the cafeteria or something? I just need a break."

She nodded and threaded her fingers through his. "Sure we can."

They took the elevator down to the cafeteria and April bought him a sandwich and a cup of coffee for herself while he sat down at a table. The cafeteria was quiet, and a perfect place to talk. It was after one o'clock in the morning so the only people around were a few doctors and nurses on their breaks.

There was something about being in a hospital that wasn't Seattle Grace Mercy West at night that made her slightly uncomfortable. She felt out of place, out of her comfort zone, like she was in a horror movie or something. But she was going to try to be as normal, and as strong, as possible, for Jackson, because no matter how she felt he definitely felt worse.

She placed the food in front of her husband and prayed that he'd eat something. "So, how is he?" She asked again. His previous answer hadn't exactly been descriptive.

"His kidneys are starting to fail," he answered slowly. "And dialysis isn't an option."

April took a deep breath and nodded as her brain processed the medical options. The great Harper Avery was finally dying, of old age. His body was starting to shut down. The man was eighty-five so it should not be a surprise. He had lived a good life. He had a family that cared for him and he had achieved more success in the medical field than most doctors even dreamed of achieving. He had left a legacy. His life had been full, and he was an old man now, yet his impending death still seemed sudden. Jackson had been convinced that he was going to live forever just to spite everyone else.

"Is your Dad on his way?" She inquired.

Jackson nodded. "Yeah, he's waiting for his flight in London right now."

The arrival of Carson Avery would mean that the entire family had gathered in Boston to say goodbye. Catherine lived in the city and had admitted Harper a week ago, Jackson had left Seattle three days ago after receiving a phone call, Elizabeth, who was five months into her first pregnancy, and Alex had flown in yesterday, and she had come today after ensuring that her children were safe with Mark Sloan and his family.

Jackson had told her that it was better for her to stay home but as the days had passed she had been able to tell by the tone of his voice that he needed her. So she had booked the first flight to Boston from Seattle that she had been able to get on, and she hadn't even bothered to pack a bag, which she was beginning to regret. She was wearing a pair of black jeans, an old college sweater underneath her jacket, and her hair messily fell around her shoulders. She didn't feel very much like an Avery.

She reached forward and stroked her husband's cheek with her hand. "You look tired," she whispered. "You should get some sleep."

He actually couldn't remember the last time that he had slept but it wasn't exactly on his list of priorities right now and he wasn't about to leave the hospital. "I'm not going back to the house," he stated stubbornly.

"Then go to an on-call room," she bargained. She could tell by the expression on his face that he was not feeling very cooperative but he needed his rest. "Please," she begged. "You're not going to be any good to anyone unless you get some sleep."

He sighed before he spoke again. "Will you come with me?" He sounded slightly embarrassed that he had to ask.

"Of course," she smiled. "I just want to say hi to your mother first, okay?" She looked down at his untouched sandwich and told him, "But eat your sandwich first."

A small grin tugged at the side of his mouth. "Okay, I will," he replied as he picked up the sandwich. After taking the first bite, he realized that he was hungrier than he had thought. He practically inhaled the remainder of the sandwich.

After leaving the cafeteria, they walked back to the ICU hand in hand. Jackson ducked into the nearest on-call room while April continued towards Harper's room. The person she encountered in the hallway this time was Alex.

"Hey Kepner," he mumbled when he caught sight of her.

"Hey Alex," she responded with a smile. "How are you doing?"

He shrugged as he glanced back into the room where Catherine and Elizabeth were sitting at Harper's bedside. "Alright, I 'spose. I'm just a little worried about Elizabeth; her blood pressure is probably through the roof."

April smiled at him sympathetically. His concern for his pregnant wife was adorable. "She'll be fine, just keep an eye on her." She knew that Alex was really nervous about this pregnancy and fatherhood in general, but he would be fine. More than fine, actually. Alex would give his child everything that his own family hadn't given him.

They continued to chat quietly until Catherine walked out the hospital room and pulled April into a tight hug.

"I'm so happy to see you, dear," the urologist gushed. "So nice of you to come."

"Well of course I came," she replied.

Catherine finally let her go and took a step backwards. "Where's my son?"

April smiled, "I finally convinced him to take a nap."

"Good," she smiled. "Go take one with him; you just had a six hour flight."

April nodded and supportively squeezed Catherine's hand before she headed to the on-call room where Jackson was waiting. She quietly opened and closed the door before she removed her jacket. She observed him for a moment, watching the way that his chest rose and fell rhythmically. He had one hand resting on his abdomen and his other arm was thrown across his eyes.

She climbed onto the cot bed as carefully as she could but clearly he had not been in a deep sleep. He rolled onto his side and wrapped an arm around her waist.

He sighed as he rested his chin on her shoulder. He had tried to fall sleep but it hadn't worked. He was now overtired and he really had no interest in sleeping. He didn't want to sleep. He didn't want to talk, and he really didn't want to think about the fact that his grandfather was about to die. "April," he whispered desperately as his hand drifted down to the waistband of her jeans. "Please."

She shifted onto her back and looked up at him lovingly. He didn't need to say anything else, she knew what he was asking for. She also knew that he only wanted to have sex so that he could use it as a coping mechanism, a distraction. But she didn't have the heart to say no, not right now. He needed her. She kissed him hungrily as she furiously unbuttoned her jeans and pushed the denim down over her hips.

It was fast and sloppy, and ridiculously unromantic, but it was the release that he needed.

"Thanks," he panted as he kissed the back of her shoulder in the aftermath. His mouth stopped on her bra strap, he hadn't even bothered to take off her bra. And his pants were still on.

"No need to thank me," she replied quietly.

She stroked his forearm as she glanced towards the door. She was glad that she had locked it; it would be terribly awkward if a doctor or two walked in on them. They weren't employees at this hospital, but on the other hand, the Averys essentially owned it. Still, what they had just done did feel mildly inappropriate.

"What are you thinking about?" He questioned to break the silence.

She shook her head as she reached forward and grabbed the blanket at the foot of the bed. "Nothing," she lied as she draped the blanket over them. She rolled over so that they faced each other and snuggled into his chest. "You should try to sleep now."

He slipped his hand into her hair and pressed his mouth against hers tenderly. "Thank you for being here," he murmured. "You could have stayed home with the kids."

"You don't have to thank me," she reiterated as she placed both of her hands on his face. "I love you."

"I love you too," he smiled before he kissed her again.


After sleeping for a few hours, April used the on-call room and the attached bathroom to freshen up as best as she could. She washed her face and pulled her hair up into a ponytail before she exited the room, leaving Jackson asleep on the bed. He was in too deep of a sleep to be awoken and she knew that when he did awake, he would come looking for her.

She stepped into Harper Avery's room and Catherine looked up at her with a smile. She got up out of her chair and approached the younger woman. "Perfect timing. He's been asking to speak to you."

April furrowed her brow in confusion but didn't ask any questions. Catherine left the room and April took the seat next to the hospital bed.

Surprisingly, Harper Avery was in very good spirits. He was pale, thin, and frail, but he was smiling uncontrollably. "I was wondering when you would get here."

"Well," she smiled back. "Jackson kept telling me that it wasn't necessary."

"Such a stubborn boy," Harper commented. "He's always been that way but you've done a pretty good job with him."

April laughed softly as she leaned back in her chair. She had a very good relationship with the entire Avery family, but she had started an oddly special bond with the intimidating cardio god when he had offered her a fellowship at Mass Gen. "Thank you."

"If I was thirty or forty years younger that boy would have had some serious competition."

She giggled as a fierce blush spread across her cheeks. He said things like that to her all the time but they were still flattering.

Once they both stopped laughing, his expression hardened a little. "I do have to talk to you about something rather serious…about the Foundation."

She gulped rather nervously. She had a feeling that she knew what was coming next.

"You know that it's a family business," he continued. "I want the Harper Avery Foundation to be led by Averys, and Catherine has done an amazing job leading for years now and the Harper Avery Award has become Elizabeth's little project but there's going to be a substantial void when I die. I represent the Foundation on the board of directors for several hospitals along the east coast and I already know that Carson is a lost cause, he's in Europe and research is his passion, so—"

The red-head politely interrupted his speech. "I can talk to Jackson for you but I can't promise anything." They both knew that Jackson was very set on blazing his own path, one away from the spotlight of the Avery family and the Harper Avery Foundation. But perhaps recent developments might change his mind. With the imminent passing of his grandfather, and now that he had children of his own, he might begin to think about what he wanted their children to think of the Avery name. He might look at family and legacy a little bit differently now. "I can only persuade him so much," she added jokingly.

Harper shook his head with a knowing smile. "I'm not talking about Jackson. I love what he's done for himself in plastics. It took me a long time to realize that he needs to be on his own. I'm talking about you."

"Me?" She asked in confusion. "You want me to take a role in the Harper Avery Foundation?"

Harper nodded as he coughed rather violently. "Yes," he croaked. "You're an Avery, aren't you?"


Harper Avery passed away two days later and Jackson and April stuck around Boston to attend the funeral. When they finally returned to Seattle they were both emotionally and physically exhausted and all that they wanted to do was spend time with their children. They took a day off from work so that they could stay home and do just that, and also re-energize.

Jackson sat on the sofa with Parker in his lap while they watched a movie and April sat on the play mat with the twins. Emma was crawling but Lily just sort of wiggled. Neither of her parents was particularly worried about it though, it wouldn't be long before both of the twins were walking and causing havoc.

After feeding both of the girls and putting them down for their afternoon nap, April returned to the living room to see that Parker was also asleep.

"Put him on his bed," she whispered to Jackson. "I need to talk to you about something."

Jackson carried his son into his bedroom and gently deposited him onto his bed. He covered Parker up with a fleece blanket before he returned to the living room in a mild state of confusion. April had sounded quite serious, and he had never been a fan of anything related to the phrase "we need to talk".

He sat behind her on the living room floor and began to rub her shoulders. "What do you want to talk about?" He asked quietly before he placed a soft kiss on the back of her neck.

She melted back against his chest as her eyes slid closed. "God, Jackson," she hummed, "that feels so good."

He chuckled as he worked on the knots between her shoulder blades. "So I'm guessing that you don't really want to talk anymore."

She moaned before forcing herself to focus. "No, we really do need to talk." She shifted away from him and spun around so that they were sitting across from each other. She grabbed both of his hands and entwined their fingers as she looked at him with a smile. "Your grandfather asked me to do something before he died."

Jackson's eyebrows shot into his hairline before he looked at her skeptically. "What was it?" He asked with a touch of fear in his voice. He wouldn't have put it past his grandfather to ask April for their first born child. "What did he want?"

"He asked me to take a role in the Harper Avery Foundation."

"Oh," he breathed after a moment of silence. He supposed that wasn't completely ridiculous. "What did you say?"

"I told him that I needed to think about it," she replied. "But he mentioned it to your mother before he passed away and now she wants an answer."

Jackson sighed heavily; of course his mother was being pushy about this. "What is it exactly?" He inquired. "What would you be doing?"

"I would be sitting on the board of directors for five hospitals on the east coast. It would require a fair bit of travel." She worriedly chewed on her bottom lip as she carefully watched for his facial tells. "So, what do you think? We're a team so we have to make these kinds of decisions together."

"Do you want to do it?" He asked her tentatively. She shrugged her shoulders and tilted her head as if to say that she didn't know, and he couldn't help but smile. He leaned across to kiss her. "You're a terrible liar. If you want to do it then you should do it." It wasn't his thing but it was a wonderful opportunity for her. He wondered if she had thought about how this would affect her time in the ER and the OR but he quickly pushed that thought aside beside if there was one thing that he knew about his wife it was that she always thought things through. She had already thoroughly analyzed the pros and cons.

"I still have to talk to Hunt," she added. "And I'll try not to travel more than once a month!"

He kissed her again so that he could stop her from rambling. "If you want to do this then we'll make it work."

"Are you sure?" She whispered. She cradled his face in both hands and looked at him intensely. "Because I don't have to do this. I can say no."

"I want you to say yes," he responded firmly. "You'll be great."

She smiled brightly before she threw her arms around his neck and pushed him onto his back.


A week later the time came for April to fly across the country for her first board meeting. She was visiting one of the crown jewels of the Harper Avery Foundation: Lehigh Valley Hospital in Allentown, Pennsylvania.

Her flight was so early in the morning that when Jackson awoke she was already dressed and ready to go. He blinked sleepily as he watched her walk across the bedroom in a knee length, black skirt and white blouse. She was wearing pantyhose and heels, and her hair was pulled back into a sleek ponytail. He slowly sat up and told her hoarsely, "You look hot, babe."

April chuckled while rolling her eyes. "Hot" wasn't exactly what she was going for. "Do I look professional?" She asked him nervously. "Are they going to take me seriously?"

"Make them take you seriously," he advised. "Walk in there like you own the place." He grinned as he added, "Because you kinda do." He hopped out of bed and stood in front of her. "Don't worry; you're going to be great." He kissed her on the cheek before he headed to the bathroom. "Do you want me to bring you to the airport?" He hollered.

"No," she called back. "I'll drive myself; you stay here with the kids."

Jackson used the bathroom and brushed his teeth before he stepped back into the bedroom. "Text me when you land, okay?"

April nodded as she double-checked the contents of her carry-on bag. "I will, and I'll call you tonight."

He nodded before he grabbed her hips and eagerly claimed her mouth. He pulled her into him and dropped his mouth to her neck. "You should have woken me up before you got dressed," he chuckled.

She laughed breathlessly as she tilted her head to the side to give him better access to her available skin. "That probably would have been a bad idea."

"Yeah, probably," he agreed weakly. He gave her another heated kiss and a playful pat on the bum before he let her go. "Good luck. I love you."

"I love you too," she smiled. "I'm going to say goodbye to the kids."

Jackson followed her as she snuck into the nursery and placed kisses on their sleeping twins and then to Parker's bedroom. Unsurprisingly, Parker was already awake and sitting up on his bed.

"You leaving now?" He asked with a frown once his eyes landed on April.

"Yeah, sweetie," she answered as she sat down on the bed. "Be a good boy for Daddy, okay?" Parker nodded so she continued, "Give Mommy a kiss and I'll see you tomorrow." Parker promptly crawled into her lap and kissed her multiple times. April fought the tears that were forming in her eyes as she hugged him tightly. She wasn't sure why she felt so emotional, she had been away from him overnight before. She took a deep breath before she softly kissed his temple and stood up. "I love you, baby boy."

"I love you too, Mommy," he replied sweetly.

April walked back towards Jackson and he could see the tears in her eyes. "We'll be fine," he assured her as he led her out of the bedroom. "I got this."

"I know, I trust you," she smiled. "My Mommy hormones are just getting in the way."

He chuckled as he helped her into her coat and made sure that she had everything that she needed. They kissed goodbye again, said I love you, and he wished her good luck a final time before she left the house.

Jackson felt an odd sense of emptiness but he tried to ignore it. She was only going to be gone for one night. He was being clingy and ridiculous; surely they could be apart for one night.

He jumped in the shower before he got dressed for work. He prepared breakfast for the kids and managed to get them dressed with only minimal struggle.

By the time that he arrived at the hospital with Lily and Emma in his arms and Parker walking by his side, he was already exhausted. He had never really handled the three of their children completely on his own before. His short morning had been hectic.

He dropped them off at daycare before sprinting into the attendings' lounge and changing into his scrubs. He had to talk to a patient in thirty minutes and he wanted to make sure that he had consumed at least one cup of coffee before then.

"You look like you just ran a marathon, Avery," Yang commented.

"Well," he panted as he pulled his scrub top over his head. "I just got three kids ready for the day. That's more work than a marathon."

"Ahh," the cardio surgeon replied knowingly. "Kepner's first meeting for the Foundation is today."

"Yup," he nodded. "So I'm Mr. Mom for the day."

Yang laughed loudly. "You, Shepherd, and Sloan should start a club."

Jackson chuckled. "Yeah, and Karev can join us in a few months." He grabbed his stethoscope and pen out of his locker before he left the room.


The rest of Jackson's day progressed rather routinely but as he looked over his last chart of the evening he had to fight to keep his eyes open.

He was so startled when Stephanie Edwards approached him that he practically jumped.

"I didn't mean to scare you," she apologized through laughter.

"Its fine," he chuckled. "I'm just so tired I can barely think straight."

She shifted her feet awkwardly before she asked, "Do you want me to finish up your charts for you?"

Jackson turned to her gratefully. "Would you?" She nodded repeatedly and he almost whooped with excitement. "Thank you so much Edwards! I really owe you!"

She smiled shyly. "It's no problem, really. I'll be here 'til late anyway and you have a family. It's not a big deal."

He thanked her one more time before he started to back away with a smile. However, the sound of her voice caught his attention again.

"It's not really fair though, is it?" She asked rhetorically. "That Dr. Kepner expects you to do everything while she's away."

His eyes narrowed angrily. "I really appreciate what you're doing for me, Edwards, but my marriage really isn't any of your business."

The young woman hung her head in shame and muttered apologetically. "You're right, I'm so sorry. It won't happen again."

"Okay," he replied slowly. "Goodnight Edwards."

Jackson tried to forget what had just transpired as he picked up his children from daycare and headed home. He was doing his best not to let Edwards' words get under his skin.

He went through each of his children's dinner and bedtime routines, and once they were all asleep, he grabbed some leftovers out of the refrigerator and headed towards the master bedroom. He was so glad that April had made one of his favourite casseroles for dinner last night because he was starving yet too tired to cook something for himself.

He stripped down to his boxers and flicked on the television before he made himself comfortable on the bed and began to enjoy his meal. This was the first real moment to himself that he had gotten all day and he was thankful for it…but he still wished that April was sitting beside him.

His cell phone rang not long after he had finished eating and he knew exactly who was calling.

"Hey, how are you?" He asked as he lay down on the bed.

"Oh, I'm tired," April sighed. "I was in meetings all day."

"Sounds exciting," he answered sarcastically.

"The weird part is that I did enjoy it, and I'm good at it."

He smiled to himself. He knew that she would be good at it; she had always been eerily good at administrative work. It was because she loved statistics and organization. His grandfather had known exactly what he was doing when he had asked April to take over this job for the Foundation. "You're an adorable freak," he teased.

She laughed, "Thanks, babe."

"Don't worry, I find your brain incredibly sexy." He scratched his bare chest as a thought occurred to him. He had noticed something missing when he had changed after coming home from the hospital. "Hey, I can't find one of my favourite t-shirts. You wouldn't know anything about that, would you?"

The other end of line went silent for a moment and he could imagine the blush spreading across her cheeks. He knew exactly what had happened to his black, Michael Jordan t-shirt. He just wanted her to admit it.

"I may have claimed it as my own and stuffed it into my bag," she murmured. "I wanna wear it to bed. I'm wearing it right now. It smells like you, it's nice, I think it will help me sleep."

Jackson groaned and leaned his head back against his pillow. He could relate. The smell of her shampoo that lingered on her pillow would definitely help him sleep. He hated sleeping in this huge bed alone. He already couldn't wait until her flight got in tomorrow evening. He was…lonely, and the image of her wearing one of his favourite t-shirts was a little too much for him.

"What else are you wearing?" He inquired huskily.

"Jackson," she giggled. "Do you really wanna do that?"

"Yeah," he gritted out. "I do. We've never tried it before," he pointed out. They had never really been apart long enough to try having sex over the phone. "I miss you."

"I miss you too." There was a pause before she spoke again. "I'm wearing boy shorts underwear. They're black. I'm not long out of the shower."

Jackson groaned again as his hand skipped down to his abdomen. "I'm just wearing boxers but I'm about to take them off. One second." He had just hooked his thumb into the waistband when there was a soft knock on the door. "Shit," he whispered. "April, I think Parker is at the door."

"Oh, okay," she gasped.

He winced. "Had you already started?"

"Maybe," she confessed in a murmur.

"Dammit," he cursed before he sat up straight and tossed a pillow over his lap. "Come in, buddy!" He called.

Parker opened the door and bounded into the room and onto the bed. He spotted the phone in Jackson's hand and his eyes widened excitedly. "Are you talking to Mommy?"

"I am," Jackson smiled. "Do you want to say hi?"

He nodded and grabbed the phone in his tiny hands. "Hi Mommy!"

"Hi sweetie! What are you doing? You should be in bed!"

"I thought I'd come keep Daddy company since he's missing you," Parker answered matter-of-factly.

Jackson smiled uncontrollably. His kid was so goddamn cute.

"Aww," April gushed, "that's so nice of you!"

Jackson made himself comfortable and listened to April ask Parker all about his day. He had a feeling that they would both be too tired for phone sex by the time the little boy was done talking, he had become quite chatty over the past year.

He must have actually fallen asleep because the next thing that he knew Parker was poking his shoulder. His eyes flew open and he looked at his son in surprise.

"Mommy said goodnight," Parker told him.

Jackson frowned a little to himself. He was upset that he hadn't gotten the chance to say goodnight himself. "You should go back to bed, buddy."

"Do you want me to stay here?" Parker asked kindly. "I can. I won't tell Mommy."

Jackson smiled before he gave in. "Okay, you can stay here. Just for tonight."


Jackson smiled at his wife from his lying position on the bed. She had gotten home three hours ago and it was great to have her back in the house. He knew that it didn't matter if she was gone for the night, or for a month, he would miss her terribly. It was apparent that their children felt the same exact way. They had been happy that their routine was back to the normal. The girls had had their after dinner bath and Parker had gotten his evening reading time with his mother.

Everything was just easier when it was the two of them.

"All the kids asleep?" He asked as she closed the door behind her.

"Yeah," she nodded. "I missed them." She slowly crawled onto the bed and hovered above him. "I missed you too." She giggled as she kissed him softly. "I liked all those dirty texts you sent me this afternoon."

He laughed huskily as he placed both of his hands on her behind. "Did you?"

"Yeah," she grinned, "but they were a little distracting."

He laughed again. "I hope nobody asked any nosy questions." He kissed her before he redirected their conversation down a more serious path. "It was weird around here without you," he confessed, "at the hospital too. I guess I had never really realized before how much time we spend together."

"Is that a bad thing?" April asked worriedly.

He shook his head and swiftly rolled her beneath him. "Definitely not."

He loved that he got the opportunity to spend time with her both at home and at work. His biggest fear was that her new role in the Harper Avery Foundation would impact how often he got to see her in both worlds. This first trip had been bad enough, and he knew that there would be many more trips in her future. His mother would not be satisfied with her engaging in this job passively.

He was scared that "being an Avery" would take over her life. But he couldn't think like that.

He leaned down and placed a kiss on her neck. "We didn't finish our conversation last night, and it was one that I really wanna finish."

"Well maybe you didn't finish," she giggled. Her husband squeezed her waist and she squealed. "I'm kidding, I'm kidding." She wrapped her arms around his neck and pulled him down for a kiss. "Maybe this new arrangement won't be so bad," she murmured. "Missing each other has it's perks."

He kissed her hungrily and she took that as a sign of agreement. And he saw her point, absence did make the sex a tad bit hotter, but he knew that in the long run, he would grow to hate how often they'd be apart. They would just have to make sure to constantly stay in contact by phone and email, and to make the most of their time together when they were in the same city.


A/N: Please leave a review! There will probably only be one or two more chapters of this story before I begin working on the sequel, which I'm calling The Seven Year Itch.

Also, I've officially archived over 1 million words on this site so that's pretty cool. Lol.