Last Chapter for this story. I want to thank all of my readers and those of you who left me kind and supportive reviews and messages. I hope you all enjoyed this story.

I Want This

Chapter 21

Jackson

Jackson sat at the cafe, fidgeting nervously with his silverware. He wondered if she was going to show. He would never have thought he would be stood up by her since she was fiercely punctual, but April had done it twice now. Jackson had stayed behind, cancelling his flight from Switzerland. He would wait as long as it took.

He looked down the streets and spotted April walking towards him, chewing on her bottom lip anxiously. He was sure he looked crazy goofy with the world's biggest grin on his face, but he was just so happy to see her.

She sat across from him and a man walked and took her beverage order. April looked at Jackson and then down at the table.

"How are you?" he asked.

April shrugged and Jackson could tell he would be groveling, which he was more than happy to do if it meant she would forgive him and take him back.

"Give me a hint about how pissed you still are?" Jackson asked.

"Slightly less pissed today because I realize you have missed your flight because you want to make this work, but still really not liking you," April said honestly, taking a sip of her espresso.

Jackson leaned forward and said, "April."

April looked up at him and he could see the hurt that he had caused in her eyes. It made him sick. He reached his hand for hers and said, "I am sorry."

April remained silent and looked at Jackson for the longest time.

"I love you April," Jackson whispered.

"You can't just say that and expect me to swoon and forgive you. Those words don't make everything okay," she said, her voice trembling and her eyes shining with unshed tears.

"I know. I want you to know that I love you, and that means I am willing to do whatever it takes April," Jackson said, tightening his grip slightly on her hand.

April looked up and he could tell she wanted to ask a question. He remained quiet until she asked it, knowing she needed to find the words and get comfortable with asking it.

"Did you mean it when you said you would move here? Because I can't leave here. And I...long distance isn't something I am interested in after what's happened. You moving here is the only thing that I can see working for us," April said, her eyes nervous, but her tone letting Jackson know she had thought about this and this was something she couldn't get past.

Jackson nodded and said, "I will move here."

"Really?" April asked, her tone disbelieving.

"April, Grey Sloan was never my dream. I care about the people there, the doctors, but if I returned there now all I would ever think about is what I gave up for it. And it isn't worth it. I love you," he said again, "It's just a hospital. And if you need to be here, then so do I."

April remained silent and then looked down at their hands she inhaled and exhaled deeply before looking up at him as she turned her palm face up to clasp his hand back.

"You better never hurt me like that again," she said, her tears finally falling and her voice shaking.

"Never," he promised, his own vision clouded by tears. He stood and walked around the small table and cupped her face in his hands and kissed her deeply. He broke the kiss because they were in public and April was embarrassed as he kissed her lips softly once more and then kissed her tears away.

"Jackson," she said, chuckling because she was embarrassed when she noticed the other patrons staring at them. Some with annoyed looks and others with wistful sentimentality. Jackson kissed her forehead once more and sat back down.

The waiter came up and gave them their lunches, feeling very awkward as he did so. Once he was gone, Jackson and April laughed.

"You will have to move in with me," she said, "Otherwise you will be living out of your hotel for months until you get something you only kind of like."

Jackson nodded and said, "That sounds perfect."

April

April couldn't believe he was here, let alone moving in with her. She knew it would take her a little longer to heal completely all the heartache he had caused, but she knew that it would heal. Time heals all wounds was the saying, and she loved Jackson.

They ate their lunch and walked to her job, Jackson's arm wrapped around her.

"I got to make some calls, get a job lined up, get some of my stuff sent here. Tell my mother," he said, rolling his eyes and smirking, "She will be so relieved."

April chuckled and said, "She didn't know I was going to take you back?"

"She could only hope," he said, shuddering at the idea of her rejecting him.

April smiled and stood on her toes and kissed him.

"Dinner?" he asked against her lips.

She nodded and said, "I will meet you at your hotel after my shift."

Jackson nodded and kissed her lightly before she disentangled herself from him and walked away from him, a smile on her face as she went through security. As April entered her office, James gave her a knowing smile and said, "Took him back?"

April nodded and said, "He is moving here."

"I am always right," he said, smiling knowingly.

She rolled her eyes and went into her office and shut the door behind her. She sat at her desk, her mind racing a million miles a minute as she thought about all that needed to be done. Jackson would need to get rid of his apartment, arrange for stuff to be put into storage, arrange for a replacement on the board at Seattle Grace...so, so much. April expected some hate emails from the doctors as Grey Sloan.

But April couldn't find it in her to feel bad. Jackson was making this decision.

April chewed on her lip and picked up her phone. She sent Jackson a text message and wrote, "Arrange for checkout and bring luggage." She would cook him dinner tonight at their place.

Why waste the money on a hotel? April wondered.

Jackson sent back a smiley face and April smiled.

This was good. This was their new beginning.

The End

I am thinking about doing a sequel set a year or two after Jackson moves to Switzerland, but I am not sure if it's better left where I left it... thoughts?