April's family comes to visit her and find out her and Jackson are married.

The doorbell rings around six in the morning and she runs toward it, not exactly eager but mostly trying to avoid her husband's tickling hands.

She shrieks when he grabs her waist, pulling her back against his bare chest and running his hands down her sides and she giggles like a child.

"Stop!" He's been like this all morning, since they woke up and she left him wanting more in bed. One round apparently wasn't enough for him in the morning anymore, she had joked and he had just grabbed her. And proved that statement right, of course.

April gasps when he slips his hands to her legs and pulls her up to his body, and she wraps an around his neck to steady herself.

"Jackson!" He picks her up and carries her over to their front door, letting her pull it open with a laugh and he hides behind the door to shield his half-naked body. If his mother was at the door, he really didn't want-

"Well, this is nice."

Okay, it's not his mother. It's worse.

He quickly drops his wife to the floor, and she pulls his old worn-out shirt that covered her body down her thighs, a bashful look on her face.

Jackson steps out from behind the door, careful to hide behind her as to avoid her sister's gaze dropping to his crotch. Yeah, that would be awkward, since he's only wearing a pair of tight black boxers that he'd managed to slip on after their shower and before she'd tried to get him naked again.

Kimmie Kepner smirks, "I think I remember you." She points out, raising a brow wickedly and stepping into their apartment by her own invitation.

Luckily, it's only her younger sister and her mother, and April thanks her stars that her father wasn't at the door. Then again, her mother is just stood there like a door-stop.

"Mom." The redhead greets, pushing her hair from her face and grabbing Jackson's hand.

Karen Kepner smiles then and holds out a hand, "I don't think we've ever had the pleasure of being introduced. I'm Karen and, if I recall correctly, you were that Avery man, right?"

Jackson clears his throat and shakes her hand with a smile, "Yeah. M'am, I, uh- I'm Jackson."

The older woman nods and turns to grab the suitcase behind her, "Shall I come in?"

They quickly step back and let her through, and they push the door shut after she enters. April pushes against his chest, ushering him toward the bedroom to get dressed and he sighs. "Bring me some sweats!" She mutters loudly to him and he nods as he flicks through theid drawers.

April walks over to her guests, sitting happily on the couch. She clasps her hands and sways them back and forth, "I didn't know you guys were coming over."

Kimmie shrugs, crossing her legs and licking her lips, "We just thought we'd stop by. We haven't seen you since the wedding." She grins with a wink as Jackson walks back into the living room. He steps beside April and slips his hand into the front pockets of his sweat pants as April slips on a pair of shorts.

"Can I get you guys anything?" It's kind of awkward and he smiles politely

Karen nods with a look at him up and down, "I'd like a cup of coffee."

He quickly agrees and heads off into the kitchen are to fix her drink. He could do with one himself right now.

April sighs and takes a seat opposite her family, chewing on her bottom lip and resting her head in her hand unsurely.

Kimmie gasps, "Holy Ducky, what is that on your hand?" She exclaims, eyeing April's left hand in shock.

The sister fails to hide her smile and she glances down at the ring on her finger, "Oh, right. Uh, we- We are married."

"You got hitched?"

"You're telling me you ran away from one wedding to get into another?" Her mother asks in disbelief, "Please tell me it's to him, at least." She nods her head toward Jackson, who seems completely oblivious to their conversation.

April grins, "Yeah. We kind of eloped, I guess? I'm sorry I didn't tell you, Mom, I know-"

Karen shales her head and grasps her daughter;s hand tightly, "Oh, hush. If you're happy, I'm happy. And I'm guessing you're pretty great waking up next to him every morning." She teases, "Now, tell me all about it."

Kimmie cuts in, coming to sit beside her sister, "And tell us about that rock on your finger!"