"Was that when you started to think of me as more than just a friend?"
"I don't know." He honestly tells her. "I do know that after the shooting, you were the only one to help me cope with the aftermath. The night before the boards. Confessing your love for me after the bus explosion. Who knows."
"The wedding was my favorite though."
"Why?"
"Because of what you said." She tells him.
"And what did I say?" He asks, testing her.
"I love you, April. I always have. I love everything about you. Even the things I don't like, I love. And I want you with me. I love you, and I think that you love me too. Do you?" She repeats.
"Best decision I ever made." Jackson says.
"Dancing." She says.
"Dancing in the attendings' lounge."
"We're having a baby." She sings.
"We're having a baby." He repeats.
"We're having a baby." They sing in unison.
They both start laughing.
"That was a good day."
"How about when I was pregnant with Harriet?"
"Terrified, but at least that one was a breeze, even with your potty mouth and bitchy attitude."
"Pregnancy wasn't fun at all." She says as she shudders.
"You know what the best day was?" Jackson asks.
"What?"
"Your 42nd birthday. Eating waffles, Sunday football, yelling at our kids."
"Didn't you call them noisy calendars?" She remembers.
"See?! You remember more that you think you do."
She smiles.
"What's your favorite memory of me?" He asks.
"I'll have to say when you told your mom that you believed that I was the one."
"Wanna know mine?"
"Lay it on me." She says.
"When you slapped me on the back of my head, when we were at the table drinking beer."
"When you were looking at that one girl who was looking for a glass?"
"That's the one!"
April slaps him upside the head, again, in the exact same spot.
"What was that for?" He says, rubbing the area where she hit him.
"Because that smirk of yours still pissed me off."
"It's been years!" He laughs.
"So what? You were my person!" She says defending herself.
"You're my person too." He says.
They hear thunder rumbling.
"Uh-oh."
"What is it, Jackson?" She worries. "What's going on?"
"You're not gonna believe this, but-"
"But what?"
"God, April." He introduces. "April, God."
She looks up, to her left.
She's...starstruck.
"Wow, now I see where Jesus got those eyes." She says, completely mesmerized. "Hello." She says to God.
"He's talking." Jackson says, shushing her.
It's quiet.
"Yeah, yes, I understand, God." Jackson says. "I know these things happen."
They hear more rumbling.
"What?" He asks. "I couldn't hear you that well.
More rumbling.
"Well, if you insist." He says.
April is confused for a bit.
Suddenly, he starts imitating Whoopi Goldberg's character from Ghost. "You can't just blurt it out like that! And quit moving around, because you're starting to make me dizzy. I'll just tell her in my own way." He pauses. "Molly, you in danger, girl."
April giggles.
Thunder rumbles.
"Jackson, you look so sad. What's wrong?"
"God says it's not your time yet." He says regrettably. "You gotta go back, April."
"But I wanna be with you. I don't wanna go back." She says sadly.
"He pretty much gets his way in these things." He says as he shrugs sadly. "Besides, someone's got to take care of my little spumoni-face and home skillet biscuit.
"Who?" A confused April asks.
"Sam and Harriet. When I worked late, I'd come home, we had our little secret ice cream club, and that was the nickname I gave them."
"And what was their nickname for you?"
"The cool parent." He says with a smile on his face.
Thunder rumbles again.
"It's time, April."
"Do I have to?" She asks, face wet with her tears.
"Don't be so sad." Jackson tells her as he is wiping her tears away. "We'll be together again."
"I love you, Jackson."
"And I love you."
"And tell my little rugrats something. Tell them that I'm proud of them."
He turns away from her.
"Wait! One more thing!" She yells as she's chasing him.