The two of them go to church in the morning and Jackson sat with her throughout the service without complaint. Participation is minimal – shaking hands with their neighbors for the sake of avoiding any awkwardness, bowing his head, but no prayers come from his lips. He's never believed in God, never had a reason to. But he could respect his wife's beliefs, he could support her. Especially when the two of them were going through such a tough time. And maybe he owed whoever wrote the Bible some kind of credit if the story of Sarah and Abraham had knocked a little more sense back into her head.

He avoided being on his phone for the sake of her not elbowing, and listened with minimal interest. It was something about faith and fear, not terribly boring, but not anything that garnered his interest. More interest was in toying with the ends of her hair.

So by the time that the two of them are headed to brunch down the block, he's happy to sling his arm around her.

But even after the therapy session and managing to fall asleep in bed together, curled around each other without the slightest bit of space between, they don't actually talk about the issue. Not yet. It's left as an elephant in the room, though it didn't feel nearly as big as it had before all of the conversations had taken place. It just exists, hanging in the air, staying there.

"Do you want to order pizza for dinner?" Jackson asked her.

It's a quick conversation and they order a large pizza for the two of them, April threw together a Caesar salad. They had a quiet day between the two of them, Jackson catching up on one of the games that he had missed this week and April finishing up one of the novels that she had committed herself to recently, The Cobra Event. It was a little terrifying for her at times, more intense than some of her normal reads, but she liked the medical aspect that came with it. It got her mind reeling with a few conspiracy theories, too, which Jackson had been in charge of shutting down to keep her from getting in too deep. When their food got to their house, they both scarfed it down with gusto, cleaned up the kitchen once they were finished, and settled together on the couch to watch some Star Trek movie that had already started on one of the movie channels.

April snuggled into his open arm, her head placed on his shoulder comfortably. A blanket was drawn across their laps for the sake of warmth, enjoying his fingers drawing little patterns against her collarbone.

"I was thinking about babies and everything," she braced the topic during one of the commercial breaks, releasing the breath that she had been holding onto. She knew that she had been the obstacle in the way, it hadn't been any kind of secret. Which meant reasonably that she needed to be the one to break down first and start the conversation. He'd pushed enough, he'd made it clear what he wanted.

"Yeah?" He turned his head toward her, pulling away slightly for a better view.

"Maybe we can start to try again, but… I don't know if I want to go through with everything that we were doing last time. Maybe we can just try like two normal people. No fertility drugs, no ovulation monitoring or basal temperatures in the morning. Just a normal married couple having normal sex. I'll chill after and let the sperm settle, but… I don't want to do more than that. I can't get overly invested again." April explained.

His hand smoothed over her arm for a moment, and Jackson nodded his head in agreement before he could say anything else. It wasn't the kind of crushing blow that he had learned to expect from her these days. Instead, it was some kind of middle ground between what the both of them wanted. More lenient to what he wanted, even if he knew what she was really getting at with everything that she was explaining. She needed him to back off, he had been the one who'd been obsessive about all of that since they had first struggled in the beginning, checking off all of the little boxes and crossing t's, dotting i's. Maybe his overbalance had just been too much. He could do that much for her. He would.

"Sure," he agreed as he leaned in to place a sweet, chaste kiss on her lips. "Sure, baby. We can do whatever you want to do." His hand came up to cup her face as he spoke, thumb stroking her cheekbone gently.

The contact only lasted for a moment before his hand moved to the back of his neck and Jackson pulled her in closer to her, lips sealing on top of hers in a firm, passionate kiss. He doesn't want any of the distance to be there anymore, not when the past days had been tense enough between the two of them. The sooner that it was gone, the better for the both of them. He was kissing her like it was the only thing in the world to do. There were desperate little noises clawing their way up April's throat. They fall back into habits with nearly no effort having to be put between the two of them, April keening into his every touch until her lungs burned with desperation for oxygen.

"I didn't mean right now," she teased, nipping at his lower lip.

Her skin is warm and soft, just like always. His hands move from her neck to her hips, sliding beneath her top to feel the pale skin all for herself, fingers stretched across her slender frame. She was so tiny compared to him, so easy to move and manipulate. One muscular arm wrapped around her waist, pulling her directly onto the lap, the blanket falling off onto the floor.

"Maybe I did." Jackson murmured, mouth moving to her neck to nip and suck at every sensitive spot, making sure to leave marks with everything that he did. April let out a happy noise, not quite a moan but close enough and he can feel it reverberate straight into his cock. He dragged his hands up over her stomach until they reach her breasts and cupped them firmly. With the thin bralette beneath her shirt, he can feel her nipples harden beneath his touch, responding to him all too eagerly. She was loosening up, giving a slight grind down against him. The feel of her pressed against him was enticing.

Jackson leaned back with a cocky smile on his face, pulling her shirt off as he did so and then his own. He gently tumbled her nipples, watching as April squirmed. Her nipples were a dusky pink, a shade that had become his favorite color since he'd first gotten a peek.

"More," April begged him softly as she ground down on him.

Hands go to her hips and he stands up, hands holding onto the seat of her ass. There's no effort made to go to the bedroom, though, instead just adjusting their position so that she was laying out on the couch and he could tug her jeans down her legs. His clothes follow hers onto the floor moments later.

There's a visible wet spot already formed on the cotton material of her polka dot panties, and it makes him smile. So cute, even in the middle of being a god damn sex machine. His hand came up to cup over her sex, palm rubbing against her clit to listen to the delicious noises that came from her lips.

"Please don't tease me, baby," April pleaded with him.

His fingers hooked around her panties, tugging them down. "Spread your legs for me." He ordered, stretching up to flick his tongue across one of her nipples. "There's my pretty girl," Jackson praised as she moaned out for him. Slowly, he stroked over her wet folds, watching as her hips canted up to try and sensually rock along with what he was doing. "Just tell me what you need," he murmured affectionately. She looked so beautiful — pale legs littered with freckles; rosy lips; wide eyes, a kind shade of hazel.

"Your mouth," she requested.

Jackson doesn't hesitate, moving down to settle between her legs and hooking her thighs over his shoulders. April threw her head back with a groan when he laid a wet kiss on her clit, a litany of words spilled out of her mouth. He pulled back the hood of her clit. It's flushed red and practically begging for his mouth, and he doesn't hesitate. She jolted at the feeling as his lips wrapped around her bud, his tongue coming out to flick at her gently. Arching up, she brought a hand down to his head, pressing his face against her in a bid to get him closer. He complied, letting the tip of his tongue circle her over and over, before sucking gently, eliciting a moan. She wanted something more to grab at, his hair too short, fingers scraping lightly along his scalp.

Her skin had turned a lovely shade of blush, starting at her cheeks and spreading down her chest and stomach. She was slick and pink, glistening for him. And perfect—always perfect, Jackson thought. Her hips circled toward him, chasing for his mouth.

Jackson blew across her core and watched her shivered before he dived back in, licking and sucking, nibbling at everything he could get to hear her come undone above her. It doesn't take long before his fingers had joined him in his mission, eating at her like he was trying to tear her apart, short stubble brushing across her skin. April's heels dug into his back as she began to see stars and it doesn't take long until a certain flick of the tongue sends her flying over the edge, screaming out for him.

Before April had a real chance to recover, Jackson moved inside of her with one quick stroke, her tight heat enveloping him fully as he pressed up against her. A sigh escaped her mouth and he exhaled loudly, her walls fluttering around his cock the slightest bit as he sheathed himself completely inside her.

April got impatient first, pressing her hands on his chest, and he took the hint, lifting himself up on his elbows, drawing his length out of her. Before he slipped out completely, he pushed back inside, the slow drag of his cock against her walls having them both moaning. Their free hands joined again at one point or another and Jackson squeezed her fingers tight, his forehead resting on top of hers. A smile pulled at his expression, their breaths mingling as they steadily kept getting closer and closer to their respective releases. Sweat glistened across their skin as the pace between them became faster and more desperate, clinging onto each other like there was nothing else in the world that mattered, mouths agape with each thrust and air knocked out of their lungs.

His skin was sizzling with desire, his mind going hazy when April squeezed herself around him, toppling over the edge with another thrust of his cock inside her. She dug her nails into Jackson's shoulders, her body arching into his as the pleasure rolled through her, little gasps and moans escaping her mouth. He followed her soon after, the pressure getting to be too much for him to keep holding back. He filled her up with his come, riding out his release as she clung to him, still in the post-orgasmic daze.

For a long moment, time completely stilled around them, they stay like that.

Jackson raised his hand to tuck a loose strand back behind April's ear, stroking the auburn hair gently. Chest rise and fell a few times to catch his breath again, finally dropping his lips once more to brush them against his wife's.

"I have missed you so much," he whispered to her.

"I'm sorry," April apologized sincerely, managing to wear a sad smile on her lips even in the midst of her post-orgasm haze. "I wish I wasn't acting that way, but… I don't know. I'm trying here, baby," she murmured.

"I know." Another sweet kiss is pressed to her lips, finally pulling out of her. A bit of cum dripped from her and he grabbed his shirt, cleaning it up off the couch. It's dropped once again before he picked her up, this time bridal style, carrying her to the bathroom and setting her down on the countertop. He twisted the shower on, giving it a moment to heat up before the two of them got in. "And I'm not mad," he promised her with a hand on his knee. "I could never stay mad at you."

It's good, for a while. The two of them fall right back where they were meant to be all along, attached at the hip and always with minimal space between the two of them, constant teasing from Mark and Arizona about their PDA at work. April always blush and it just made Jackson smirk all the more, completely proud of the relationship that he was in and not wanting it to be hidden.

As much as he may have wanted it otherwise, though, the two of them didn't get a lot of O.R. time together. Jackson had his fair share of elective surgeries and she was pretty much on the opposite end of the spectrum, as far as he was concerned. So he's happy to stand there and chatter along with her as they work on a firefighter together. He'd taken off some of his gear in order to save someone else's life, or something of the matter – they hadn't quite gotten a clear picture of what all had happened because of the rush that they had been in to get him upstairs and to the O.R. It's a rancid smell, and he can't fault her for the comments and faces that she'd made about it. He didn't like it any more than he did, even if he's gotten used to burn victims in the course of his work.

Even so, he's not expecting the clatter of a tray of instruments as April collapsed.

"Edwards, get to her now!" He can't move from his position though he does freeze. "Is she bleeding? Page neuro, now. She just slammed her head on the floor. Get her out of here and get her help, I need an update as soon as there's one available." His words are considerably more steady than anything he was feeling, wishing that he was able to see her on the other side of the table.

The rest of the surgery is nearly impossible to get himself through when the only thing that he wants to do is be with her, make sure that everything was alright. Even though there wasn't an explicit trust among him and all of his coworkers, especially when it came to taking care of each other, that eating feeling in his gut didn't give a damn about any of that. All of his self-control is taken to not page Mark and get him to take over for him.

But he's nearly running to find her the second that he had scrubbed up. Two nurses are harassed before he finds the room that she's in, and he's glad to see her up and awake, chatting bubbly with Arizona. No amount of church could make him really believe in God, and yet there's the instinct to thank him for just a moment.

"Hey," Jackson greeted unsteadily as he entered the room, worried green eyes fixated on his wife.

"Hi!" April chirped. "Before you can even ask, I'm totally fine. Dehydration, low blood pressure. No big something terrible hiding there." She spouted off the information quickly and gave him a warm smile, patting the space next to her on the bed so that he would come and join her there. It doesn't take any more prompting than that for him to half sit on the bed facing her, taking one of her tiny hands inside of both of hers.

"I'll give you two a minute. She's really fine though, Jackson, I promise. I wouldn't let her lie to you." Arizona shot April a wink before walking out of the room, shutting the door behind her so they had a little bit of privacy between the two of them.

Jackson rose her hand to his mouth, kissing each individual knuckle. "You scared the crap out of me, April," he commented, letting out an unsteady breath. "Is that really it?"

"Well, not quite," she admitted, chewing on her bottom lip. "They ran a few labs just to make sure that everything was y'know, running smoothly and that it was nothing big. And something did come back…" She took a deep breath.

"I'm pregnant."

There's a hefty pause after the information is received, Jackson staring at her blankly as if he hadn't heard the words in the first place. When really, they play through his head, again and again, making sure that he had heard her right. And he's nearly waiting for some kind of blow to follow it, some kind of but that was about to shatter his heart. But even when he says nothing, she doesn't offer anything negative, anything that was about to ruin his hope at the family with her that he had wanted for so long.

"Really?" Jackson finally questioned, needing to know that it was all good news before he could properly open up his heart to receiving the information.

"Really. Probably six weeks, so… it's early. But it's normal." April shifted as she spoke, pulling out a print off of the ultrasound that she had while he was in surgery and showing him.

Jackson took it in his hands eagerly, recognizing the tiny cluster of cells without any struggle. To anyone else, it barely looked like anything other than two haphazard dots, but he can recognize it as a still-forming head and body. The broad smile finally cracked across his features and consumed it completely as he looked up from the ultrasound to his wife with a beaming smile, a joyful laugh finally falling from his lips. He pulled her into his arms with a tight hug, unable to help the tears that had finally slipped through his eyes and squeezing him tightly. With everything that they had been through, perhaps it was too early for the two of them to be excited about it. But he couldn't have cared less about that at the moment.

"We're pregnant," he whispered in her ear excitedly.

"Yeah, we're really pregnant."