April's tears hadn't been a worry on her own wedding day. No, she had a list of a thousand other things that she needed to be worried about and that hadn't made the list. Merely because she knew that it was going to happen at some point or another, she was meant to cry. It was why she'd been less than lenient about using setting spray once all of her makeup had been put on, not wanting to ruin any of it. She'd teared up when her mom had an emotional moment, a small one managing to slip out when her father told her how beautiful she looked and how proud she was.

Yet it became a worry when she walked down the aisle.

Eye contact is made between the to be husband and wife, and even the distance down the aisle, she could spot the tears that had formed in beautiful green eyes. Jackson's jaw clenched to try and compose himself. But it only lasted for a few moments before he had to raise a hand to his face and wipe away the tears that slipped from his lids, best man stepping in for a moment to hand him a handkerchief.

By the time April made it all the way down the aisle and her father handed her off to Jackson, her bottom lip is quivering and she had to sniffle back her own tears. He mouthed a compliment about her beauty to her, glossy eyes never wavering from her face.

She'd always wanted to look like a princess on her wedding day, a dream that she'd had since she was a child. And it felt like all of that was finally coming true, still a virgin for the man that she loved even if circumstances weren't the same. It wasn't a perfect fairytale wedding. Jackson had grown up in the system and didn't have a family of his own to come and stand with him on this day, but his best man was his mentor. There was a huge showing from both of their hospitals, even though Jackson had chosen to accept a fellowship over to April's hospital. But the chapel packed full of people – enough that they'd had to find a secondary, bigger location for the reception to be held after the ceremony. Both of them felt incredibly loved and appreciated by all of the representation they had, but it paled to anything that they felt for the person that they were marrying.

Tears had been shed on all ends by the end of the ceremony, from bride, groom, and audience. By the time that they were kissing, April was on the verge of sobbing, just managing to hold it back. A slight laugh slipped through her lips when he gently patted her cheeks with the handkerchief.

The reception is where the two of them finally find their comfort. Their first dance's song is a cliche, but it fits them and their early circumstances perfectly, even if it felt like a little bit of an inside joke between the two of them.

Wise men say only fools rush in
But I can't help falling in love with you
Shall I stay?
Would it be a sin
If I can't help falling in love with you?

Like a river flows surely to the sea
Darling so it goes
Some things are meant to be
Take my hand, take my whole life too
For I can't help falling in love with you

"I love you so much, husband."

"I love you too, wifey."

An affectionate giggled passed through her lips, finding the small word to mean so much to her. As much as they wanted to, the couldn't spend the entire reception at each other's side. Social demands separate them here and there, but they can't help the long glances cast at each other from across the room. During the father and daughter dance, Jackson found himself particularly emotional. It was a relationship that he'd never had, barely remembering his own parents, and yet he knew definitively that it was something he wanted for himself one day. They'd talked about their hopes and dreams for the future, both of them craving a big family. He wanted desperately to be a good father to try and fill the void his own had left in him.

Throwing rice commenced at the end of the reception as the two of them made their way out to a sleek black vehicle, bubbling laughter and smiles all around. She'd set up a playlist of romantic songs for the car ride they had, opting not to fly too far out of town. Instead, they'd opted to drive about half an hour out of town to the Woodmark Hotel.

Jackson had been the one to make the suggestion, stumbling upon it while sifting through websites. Neither one of them wanted to do too big or long of a honeymoon, both equally addicted to their work, choosing a few days at a waterfront suite. Four days of peace and privacy, getting to know each other as husband and wife. It sounded perfect.

Upon arriving at their hotel room late in the evening, April's jaw dropped. He had kept all of it a surprise for her, taking this portion as his own after she'd done so much planning on their actual wedding. But it was a gorgeous suite: a huge bed with magnificently soft pillows, the bathtub limestone and larger than any that she'd ever been in and an aesthetically pleasing shower. It was incredibly upscale and she couldn't help but want to ask about the price, but that was something that could be discussed later. It was only a few days, and they both wanted to make the best of it.

"I'm going to go get changed," she murmured after kicking off heels from aching feet, giving him a quick peck on the kiss. "Don't make fun of me if it takes forever. This thing is a monster to get in and out of."

"Are you sure you don't want any help?" Jackson asked, hands moving to her hips to pull her in for a longer kiss. Both of them had been waiting for a long time for this night, enough that realistically he's not in much of a rush though it felt like more of a wait for him – he could never resist the opportunity for a little gentle kissing, loving the way that her cheeks lighted up with color no matter what.

"Our first time is not going to be in a bathroom!" April gave a little squeal, slapping him on the chest playfully and snaking out of his grip. The lingerie that she'd packed was Arizona's pick, packed in a separate bag so there was no snooping that could be done.

His eyes never leave her frame until the bathroom door was shut, but the smile remained in the same place. Changing out of the tuxedo was much less of a task, bowtie easily was undone and the rest following. Stripping down to his boxers, he hangs up the rest of carefully. Completely nude was a passing thought but he doesn't want to overwhelm her just yet, doing his best to keep his thoughts as innocent and distracted as possible.

April, on the other hand, couldn't stop thinking about everything that was to come. She'd been talked into waxing everything and felt like it had been too over the top of a decision now in the moment, but there was certainly no going back when it came to that. White lingerie is slipped into carefully, not much of a task, yet time is taken to pause and stare at herself in the mirror. Her breasts looked nice, she could give herself that compliment. But she felt like the lace of the thong looked awkward somehow, not used to seeing herself in something so little or so… well, sexy. Arizona had done a hell of a job picking it out, that wasn't up for question. But this was still her first time. Her nerves were more about the future, though, seeing herself like this. Would she have to do this every time? Would she not live up to it?

Too many questions and none of which were unanswered. She knew the man that she had just married and she knew him well. If he had gone this long with waiting and respecting her wishes, then that wasn't suddenly going to change just because they were married.

A few calming, deep breaths are taken before she finally reemerged from the bathroom. Head peaked out first to get a glance at him sitting on the bed, scrolling through something on the phone – probably the news, knowing him. He was always keeping up with what was going on in the world, making fun of her for how he was always the one who found out about things first. Tonight, nothing in the world besides the two of them mattered.

Jackson realized that the second that his gaze lifted up to find her walking toward him, creamy skin mostly bare and exposed saved for the pieces of lingerie that covered her most intimate parts. The twitch and response in his cock is instantaneous as his gaze trailed over all of her, already able to see the way that her nipples had hardened through the thin material and the bareness inside of the skimpy thong that she was wearing. His jaw fell open for a moment, tossing his phone over onto the nightstand and sitting up drastically straighter. She moved over to sit on top of his lap, thighs straddling him.

"Do you like it?" Now, it was April's turn to tease, hips gyrating against him slightly.

"I'll like it better when it's off of you," Jackson can barely get the words out before his mouth and descended onto her neck, licking and sucking the sweet spot that he'd already discovered months before. His body easily responded to the way that she moved down against it, but this time, he has no reason to be shameful about any of it. He would get just as much from this as she would.

Hands slide up the curves of her body, listening to the soft breaths for air that come from her lip at the doings of his mouth. Her hands gripped onto his shoulders desperately, a throb beginning at the apex of her thighs, nails digging little half-moons into his skin.

"You're so beautiful, baby girl. I can't wait to make you cum again and again."

April couldn't help but shudder at the words, hands roaming over his chest. His hands slide up her front, thumbs rubbing over the hardened nubs and listening to the sound of her gasping above. He waited until her body was absolutely begging for it with the way that she ground down against him before slowly pulling off the straps of the bralette, removing the garment with one hand. Then his mouth descended down her front to take a pert bud into his mouth, gently sucking and nippling at it until proper moans had begun to escape from her.

It's only when she's whining that Jackson rolled them over so that he was on top of her, leaving trails from her breasts down to the crease of her thighs, teasing where she desired contact the most. Marks litter the inside of pale skin before the thong is finally removed, practically ruined from how soaking wet it was.

Ducking his head down to focus on appreciating her appropriately, he worshipped her. Tongue explored every fold, sucking and kissing and licking, leaving nothing wanted. There was no shame in covering his face in her juices, her thighs so tight around his head that there was nearly no movement left for him. She was a sopping, moaning mess and Jackson absolutely loved finally being able to see this side of her, his own cock throbbing with desire for her. But he doesn't stop licking and sucking until she's cursing and screaming his name, her entire body shaking with the force of the orgasm that washed over her.

"You're amazing." April could barely get the words out, hips giving another little jerk as his tongue ran over her a few more times and brushed against her clit. Her entire body was flushed and yet it was near as if things hadn't really started between the two of them.

"You taste amazing," Jackson countered, leaving a few random kisses up her body before finding her mouth again. His boxers were still on but she could feel the weight of his cock pressing against her. He was big, something that she'd suspected given, well, everything about him was on the large side. Yet the thought doesn't stop her from slipping her hands down to his waist and pushing the elastic waistband down to free him.

"Make love to me, Jackson," she murmured softly.

"That's what I'm going to do for the rest of my life."

It's tense when he first pushed himself inside of her, slow and respectful, giving her all the time that she needed in order to adjust. Though it's their first time together, it doesn't take them long to find a natural motion and speed between the two of them that has them both moaning, clinging to each other as if they would die without the constant contact between the two of them. Even when they'd both reached their peak, they stay intimately close. And they go again, and again, until the two of them were absolutely spent for the night.

Minor plans had been made for while they were there, but sex ended up taking over most of the time. Jackson had always had a high sex drive and a healthy appreciation for it, and April was basking in just how amazing all of it could be. There's a small part of her that was upset when their honeymoon finally ended and they had to return to responsibilities and work. But their sex life hardly suffers when there's on-call rooms and a new apartment all to be broken in.

Her normal appointment with her OB/GYN happened to fall a few weeks after the honeymoon. It's the first one that she'd really had to think about going into given that she was finally sexually active. Protection between the two of them was a hit and miss, usually a miss. It didn't feel necessary between husband and wife and even if they hadn't had a discussion about actively trying for children, neither of them were opposed to the possibility of getting pregnant. They were married, their careers were stable, they had a good place of their own… it seemed like a fair enough time, the natural progression in their relationship. And she knew that she wasn't going to pick now to go onto birth control, either.

Blood work is done, the appointment coming out otherwise normal. The discussion of pregnancy is had – deciding that it was up in the air, for now. If it happened, it happened. A pregnancy test is taken to be sure, and it comes back negative, not to her surprise. Thoughts begin to stir, some information taken about tracking her menstrual cycle accurately in case they wanted to try more actively. A talk to be had.

But it's not until a few weeks later when her blood work comes back that she comes home with news.

News, specifically, that had her in a rage. Jackson could see that there was something wrong almost immediately, from the way that the door slammed behind her and things are tossed down. He'd been relaxing on the couch, a football game playing. It's muted quickly as he glanced up over his shoulder, scanning her features. As well as he knew her, even he struggled to tell if the anger or upset was dominant.

"What's wrong, babe?"

"My blood work came back. Apparently, I have chlamydia."