Jackson realises April's pregnant before she does.
"Hey, can you pass me that paper?"
April frowns but ands him the sheet roughly, "You could have gotten it yourself, you know…"
He raises a brow with a slight grin, "Are you okay?"
She shrugs and pouts her lips slightly, "I'm just tired, is all. And I'm starving, did they have any pudding left in the cafeteria?"
"I don't know." Jackson replies casually as he glances down at the document.
She kicks him under the table to catch his attention and he groans.
"Ahh, what the hell?"
The redhead crosses her arms and stares at him, "I asked you a question."
"What are you, PMS-ing, Jesus." He shakes his head with a sigh and frowns when she tightens her lips and tears swell in her eyes. "Oh, crap." He stands up from his seat and walks around the table before he kneels in front of her calmly. "I'm sorry, I didn't mean it."
"Look, I'm just really tired, and I'm hungry, and my feet are freaking killing me, alright? So, can you please just go and get me some pudding? You're in charge of this place now, right? Get them to make some!"
Jackson laughs and rubs her knees softly before he stands with a smile, "Are you- You know… PMS-ing?"
"Why do you want to know?"
His eyes widen and he stares down at her carefully, "I'm just wondering, okay? I'll just- I'm gonna go and get your cake, alright?"
"Pudding!"
"Right. Pudding.: He corrects himself and kisses her forehead quickly before leaving the room with a grin as he closes the office door.
She'd been throwing up every morning for like a week and, though he's not exactly an expert on all things baby-related, he's pretty sure that cravings and tiredness are other symptoms of pregnancy.
"Yep, she's pregnant." He mutters to himself as he walks towards the cafeteria, unable to hide his grin.