Hey Everyone! Thanks for all the reviews; I really appreciate it - here's chapter 2 for you!


April awoke the next morning, gently rubbing her eyes. Hoping that last night was just a dream.

"Hey." Jackson said softy, passing April a small glass of orange juice in bed.

"Morning." April said while forcing a smile.

"I was just about to head into work, I have back to back surgeries today. But I can wait for you if you want."

"No, it's fine. I don't have anything scheduled until later on today."

"Okay, well, page me and hopefully I'll be able to squeeze you in."

"mmhm" April replied groggily.

As Jackson exited their bedroom, April buried herself back into the blankets. She was having a difficult time with all this new information. She never felt like she belonged in her family, her three sisters were always the beautiful ones; the ones who always had everything come easy for them. They never had to work a day in their lives. They married young, had beautiful children and all lived in small town Ohio.

Even though April was now happily married and settled down with everything she could ever imagined. Something inside of her really wondered, was this other sister, her twin, like her at all? Was she dorky in middle school? Was she the ugly duckling of her family? Did she get weird rash on her elbow, too? Did she – ? April ran her finger across the bridge of her nose.

Getting out of bed was a bit on the challenging side now, her back ached and her ankles were starting to swell. She groaned as she bent over to retrieve her slippers. April then walked out towards the kitchen, and slowly turned back around to grab her laptop the bedroom.

"I knew I was forgetting something." She mumbled to herself. With the laptop now securely under her arm, she walked towards the kitchen table.

After placing a cushion on the chair, she sat and opened up the computer. Into the browser she typed 'JUDY ANDERSON' into the Google search bar the results returned a librarian in Canada, and an obituary of a 90-year-old women who passed away last week. "Okay, so… not her. Maybe she spells it with an 'ie',? Maybe she's married? Maybe she changed her name and goes by an alter ego?" After trying every possibly way of spelling her name, April finally gave up. Mentally and physically exhausted after her lengthily searching, it was time to head into work for the day.


Once at work, April's snooping got the better of her again. "Hey, chief." she said while spotting Owen by the nurse's station. "I just need to have access to some files from yesterday. I think I might have made a mistake, I just need to correct something." April was hoping he wouldn't question why she needed into the archived files. Only the chief was allowed to edit files that had been completed.

"Kepner and mistake in the same sentence." Owen laughed "Sure. No problem." He entered his 10-digit password to give her access to the archived files. "Since it's just from yesterday it should be near the top." Owen said as he walked away. "Just make sure to sign out after, thanks Kepner!"

"Perfect. Thanks Chief."

After the x-rays had been imputed into the system yesterday, April asked one of the residents on staff to contact Michael Sinclair's pediatrician back in California. She just wanted to make sure the file was done correctly. That's all. Her eyes quickly examined the screen. "Perfect." She said to herself, eyeing the phone number she was looking for on the chart. She pressed print, eagerly wanting a copy of the file for herself. She stood up and calmly walked to the printer and folded the paper into 4 and shoved in inside her lab coat pocket. Remembering to press log out before leaving.


April quickly made her way to the research library on the 6th floor. She hadn't been up there in years. Well, since before her boards. She knew it would be a perfect place to make a private phone call.

This is a long distance number. If you are sure you want to continue. Press one. Charges may apply. This had sort of been an awakening. What was she doing? Was this even legal?

"Seaside Health and Wellness, Samantha speaking, how may I assist you?"

"Um, uh – hi. I'm Dr. Kepner from Grey Sloan Memorial hospital in Seattle. I was just dealing with a former patient and I was wondering if I could speak to someone in regards to some questions I have."

"Yes, sure. Whom can I direct this call to?"

"Well, there's a Dell Parker on the file. He was the midwife."

"Oh. Um, I'm sorry. There's no Dell Parker here, and there hasn't been for many years. This patient obviously hasn't been here for a while. I don't think we would be able to help you."

"Well, um, I need to know about the patient at the time of his birth, just, to – um, put some things together. Is there a new number to contact Mr. Parker at?"

"Dell Parker has passed away."

"Oh, I – I'm terribly sorry. Sorry for any trouble I may have caused you. Thank you anyways." As April was about to hang up the phone, frustrated about the fact that the only possibly link to someone knowing Judy was dead.

"We might be able to dig through some old files if it's an emergency."

"Wow, yes! That would be great. It is, it needs to be attended to immediately."

"What year?"

"2009. The birth mother on file would have been listed as 'Judy'."

"Mm, okay. I'm just checking our system here. So, the patients name was Judy?"

"Um no. No, it is Michael Sinclair. I just need to have access to the birth mothers files for medical reasons, you know?"

"I don't think we can do that. Since she was just the birth mother, and there are no connections now."

"Well, its, uh – for, we need to know her blood type. We need to do a transplant. We need to know the birth mothers blood type." April was hoping this lady was just a secretary and had no idea that this all made absolutely no sense.

"Oh, okay. Well, sure. The number we have on file for her is from 2009, it might be outdated now."

"Oh that's fine. That'll do."

"Okay, so the name listed is Judy Andersen, 424-564-4492"

"Perfect, could you spell that out for me?"

"J-U-D-Y; A-N-D-E-R-S-E-N"

"Great! Thanks so much for all your help. Have a great day."

No wonder April only found a librarian and an obituary. She was spelling her last name wrong the entire time. She glanced down to the bank of the printed out chart where she had just scribbled the number. She didn't know if she should just try calling right now, just to see if she could get through or not.

"Dr. Kepner…What are you doing up here?"

A shocked and frantic April glanced up and saw Jo Wilson standing at the other end of the table.

"Um, I'm just doing some research." April eagerly grabbed the nearest book off the shelf.

"The male penis?" Jo read the front cover out loud. "For what?"

"Just, uh, you know some light research reading…."

"Okay Kepner..." Jo smiled, and continued on past her.

April couldn't believe she had already lied to three different people today. This was nothing like her. This whole thing was getting the better of her, taking over every thought she had.


"April?"

A familiar voice came up behind her as she was walking out of the elevator. She turned around to see, "Jackson. Hi." She smiled. "I missed you."

"I missed you too." He placed his hand on the small of her back. "Where have you been all day? I went to OB to try to find you. I wanted to come to the appointment. I had some spare time between surgeries." He opened his eyes wide towards her stomach.

"My appointment… my appointment" April frantically remembered she had an appointment today at 4pm; she quickly glanced down at her phone, the time read 5:43pm. She had to come up with something on the spot - "It was cancelled. Emergency C-section or something." Liar, liar pants on fire is what her sisters would have chanted at her when the were young... they probably still would if they got the opportunity to.

"Oh. You sure? Because they called your name at least four and you were nowhere to be seen." Jackson furrowed his brow.

"Oh, well, um…"

"Kepner you little perv!" Alex had a wide smile on his face as he walked towards Jackson and April. "Jo told me you were checking out some penis in the library."

April had never been so glad for Alex to interrupt her mid sentence.

"Oh, yeah. Sure. I was doing research"

"In the library with all the residents?" questioned Jackson

"Yeah, I just needed some specific material that I knew they would have in there."

"Sure Kepner." Alex playfully rolled his eyes and continued on his way down the hall.

"Okay, well. I have a board meeting. I should be home some time after 7." Jackson turned towards April, "love you."

"Love you too." April said while feeling a twinge of quilt in the back of her mind. Jackson definitely knew something was up. He had known April for almost 10 years now. They were best friends before they got married. They told each other absolutely everything. He knew when she was holding something back.


By the time Jackson got home, it was almost 9pm. He wondered where April was because the apartment was in complete darkness. "April?" he called out.

"Yeah? I'm in here." She called out from the nursery. She had only a small lamp on in the large room and where she was sitting on the floor with what looked to be a scrapbook.

"What are you doing?"

"Just putting together some stuff for the baby book. I thought I'd get a head start" She looked up at him, and smiled.

"Okay, well you can turn some lights on. You had me worried."

"I'm sorry. I just have a headache and all of the light was killing me."

Jackson knelt down behind April, caressing her shoulders and kissing the back of her neck.

"Mmm what are you doing?"

"Saying hi to my wife. Is that allowed?"

"Yes, of course it is." She turned back to smile at him.

"So lets see this thing. It looks great so far."

"Yeah, I thought I start with what we know."

Jackson looked down at the paper embossed with small yellow ducks. "A family tree?"

"Yeah, I thought we could make one. I can do mine, and you can do yours. Or you could just tell me yours and I could write it out so you don't spoil the pages with your terrible penman ship." She giggled.

He noticed that she left a blank space beside herself on the tree, likely where Judy would fit in. He knew that all of this was difficult for April, but he didn't know exactly how hard it was hitting her.

"Hey, you know, everyone has things about their family, and their life that they aren't sure of, or don't particularly care for. Like my dad for example; I don't even remember him. It's possible I have 100 siblings out there. Just because you don't know her, doesn't mean your life is any less valid. Your life is what you make of it, and I think we did a damn good job. Our kid is going to have the greatest parents."

"Jackson, I just – it's different for me. I want to know her; I just have to know her. She's apart of me. I feel like my life would have been entirely different had I had known her, and grew up with her."

"But that part is over. You can't change the past. What if you weren't in the ER yesterday, you wouldn't have even known about her."

"But I was – I was there, this happened for a reason, and that's why I skipped out today."

"Yeah I know."

"What do you mean, 'you know'?"

"Nobody had seen or heard from you all day. You missed your OB appointment. You were in the library where all the interns and residents hang out. Something must have been up."

"I was trying to find her. I went through Michael Sinclair's records and contacted the private practice that helped with his adoption." April turned to face Jackson, her head in her hands.

"Okay, so, what did you find?"

"Nothing. There's a phone number, that's It."

"Have you tried calling it?"

"No. I'm too nervous."

"Let me call." Jackson pulled out his phone from his back pocket. "Where's the number?"

April reached into her cardigan pocket; "here"

Jackson entered the digits into his phone.

"Is it?"

"It's ringing." Jackson reached out towards April's hand to comfort her. He then put the call on speakerphone.

"Hello?" a women's voice answered

"Hi, uh – is this, uh – Judy?"

"I'm sorry she's not in right now, can I take a message?"

"Um, nope, nope. That's good thanks anyways. I will just – call back later." He was trying to get some sort of cue from April of what to do, but he panicked and hung up the phone.

"You didn't think leaving a message was a good idea?" questioned April.

"What was I supposed to say; 'hey I think I have tour twin sister on the line, want to chat?' … We'll just call back tomorrow or something."

"That might have been her. She could have just said it wasn't because of the long distance number. Maybe she thought we were trying to sell her something."

"April, let's just think rationally about his. We are calling her after 9pm on a Thursday night with a long distance number. We probably just creeped her out a little bit. "

"Jackson."

"Yeah?"

"Thanks for doing that with me. I just – I really appreciate it."

"You know I'd do anything for you. I love you."

"I love you too."

"Let's go to bed. I'm exhausted after my surgeries today." Jackson said with a yawn.

"You can't be pulling back to back surgeries and board meetings once this little guy gets here. We want you around." April reached out her arms towards Jackson for some assistance getting up off the rug.

"I know. I won't."

"Okay. Good." April smiled.