Jackson convinces April to stay the night even if he has to sleep on the couch to get her to agree. And then he wakes up to her throwing up in the bathroom. Follow-up to 10x21.

"Are we- are we happy about this?" She asks, her fingers tapping together and chewing down on her lip.

Jackson swallows a breath, taking a quick glance around their apartment, "I- Just- Yeah. Yeah, we are. Right?"

She shrugs, looking up at him with hope, eyes wide and lip torn. "I think so." She sounds unsure so he steps closer, resting a hand on her waist.

"April, this is good news. Okay? It's just bad timing, is all." He faintly smiles, "But when have we ever had good timing…"

She almost agrees, but instead ducks her head and backs away from him, "I'm gonna- I'm gonna head back to Arizona's for the night, so you can-"

"No." He frowns, "No, just stay. Please? Look I haven't slept right in two days because I've been worried about you and now I'm even more worried so just… stay, please. Come on, this is your home, too. And I'll just sleep on the couch, okay? I don't mind." He's determined to get her to stay, to not leave their home for another night. He's concerned and he wants her near him, her and their unborn child.

The redhead sighs then, slowly giving in and placing her iPod back down on the kitchen counter. "You don't have to sleep in the living room, Jackson."

"No, but I will. Because you probably want your space right now and I'm not gonna crowd you."

He misses her, her close proximity and kissing her. He misses his wife, and he's willing to spend a night or a week out on their sofa if it means she'll stay at home.

"OK."

He wakes up to the sound of vomiting from the bathroom, and he quickly jumps up from the couch when he realises that it's his wife who's bent over their toilet.

"Hey, are you okay?" He crouches down beside her, pressing a hand to the low of her back and running a hand through her hair.

April softly shivers, arms leaning against the toilet seat, "I'm fine."

Jackson eyes her. She looks tired, drained even, and he sighs. "You should get some rest."

She shakes her head and sits down against the bathroom floor, ignoring the comfortable chills from his bare chest pushed against her back soothingly, "I'll be alright, I just- I have to get ready for work."

"No, you're not going to work like this. Come on, just get back in bed, okay? I'll make you breakfast and then we'll see how you feel." He suggests and she goes to protest until he wraps an arm around her waist and lifts her up with ease.

She can't stay mad at him for too long when he does things like this. Acts like a perfect husband and caters to her every need. "Jackson, I'm fine." She repeats when he heads into their bedroom and deposits her down on the mattress, a small grin on his face.

"Look, I know you love running the ER, but right now you're gonna lie down and sleep. As your boss, I'm giving you the day off." She almost laughs, almost hits him in slight rage for the joke, "As your husband, I'm gonna take care of you and we're gonna forget about our argument for a little while, okay? And as the father of your child, I'm gonna force you into eating my crappy pancakes because my kid needs to start eating those already or he'll never get used to them."

He teases and she faintly smiles, letting him pull the covers up to her chest and she shifts comfortably, "Yeah, your pancakes are pretty bad."

"I'm gonna make even more now and you're gonna eat them all."

She almost laughs, almost pretends that she's not still a little mad at him, a little frightened about this whole thing.