-TO CLARIFY, THE STORY TAKES PLACE AROUND SEASON 18, BUT THE ACTUAL GREYS CHARACTERS/ADULTS ARE THE SAME AGES THEY WOULD BE/WERE IN SEASON 10.

-Okay, also can we talk about that premiere? I'm kinda dying over here! I'm not going to lie, Merder was ruined for me after season 11 but they just got saved in that one scene.

-Please keep reviewing, seriously, gives me major motivation!

Jackson, April, Samuel, and Harriet scored big.

Jackson and April's bedroom had these beautiful floor to ceiling windows overlooking the mountains in Stevens Pass. April looked over at Jackson, and did what they did best.

April jumped up into his arms, as he tightened his arm around her waist and their lips connected, with a certain magic touch. The two of them's intimate moments were abruptly interrupted by their two kid's squeals.

April and Jackson quickly rushed over to their children, wanting to make sure that nothing happened to them.

"We have bunk beds! I call top!" Samuel chants, hurrying to the top bunk.

"What? No fair!" Harriet says, obviously pouting.

"Okay, guys we are here for like 9 nights, so how about we switch?" Jackson says, hoping to prevent a fight between the two siblings, which commonly happened.

Jackson grew up without siblings, and he barely counted Maggie Pierce as his sister, so it was safe to say Jackson had absolutely no idea how much fighting siblings too.

Nonetheless, Jackson was still so glad his kids got the childhood he wished he had. Having siblings, Having April as their mother, not being groomed to basically run the Harper Avery turned Catherine Fox foundation. Wanting to get settled into the room, Jackson headed back out to the car to lug the seemingly endless suitcases in, with Samuel trailing behind him.

After lugging the nearly 10 suitcases in, Jackson collapsed on the couch in their hotel room, but Harriet seemed to have other plans.

"Daddy! Daddy! Daddy! How are Santa and the Elf on the Shelf supposed to find us if we aren't home" Harriet says, her curls bouncing up and down with every word.

Harriet Kepner Avery, their spunky six year old, was literally a mini- April. Samuel Norbert Avery, their hilarious seven year old, was a solid mix between Jackson and April personality wise, but otherwise, he couldn't look more like Jackson.

"Guess who made it?" April says, showing an excited Harriet her Elf on the Shelf, sitting on the mantle.

An ecstatic Harriet runs to hug her mother, who obviously welcomes the embrace.