Alright, here is chapter six. Sorry this one took a bit longer to post. I was traveling for the holiday so I didn't have a lot of writing time. It's a bit shorter than the others, but like I keep saying, this is my first fanfic, so I wasn't exactly sure what all I wanted to include in this part. I love reading your reviews, and I hope you like this chapter! Thanks for reading!

Chapter 6

Her expression is unreadable. He waits what feels like an eternity for her to say something, anything.

Finally, she does. "What?"

"You want me to ask again?" He laughs. "Cause I will. I'll ask over and over again. You and me. April, I want to spend the rest of my life with you. And I know that we messed things up the first time, but I also know we can get it right this time. Look at everything we have been through, and yet, here we are." He reaches out and takes her hands in his. "I can't imagine my life without you, April. And I don't want to. I want us together. You, me, Harriett. I want our family."

"Jackson, are you sure? I mean, we're divorced…this isn't…you didn't want me. What if you change your mind again? I don't want to confuse Harriet, and things are working well how they are now."

After hearing her response, Jackson lets go of her hands. That isn't what he expected to hear, "Are you saying no?"

"Of course not! I'm mean no! I mean, I'm not saying no. The only thing I want, the only thing I think I have ever wanted is to be with you. I just want you to be sure. I don't want you to feel like you have to do this because of Harriet or anything. That's what I was trying to avoid actually. I just – what I'm trying to say is, I want you to be happy. Do you think you will be happy with me again?" April wanted Jackson to know that she didn't expect anything from him just because they share a child or because of what happened in Montana. Of course, it had meant something to her, but she didn't expect him to feel the same.

"April." Jackson says, stroking her cheek with his thumb. "I am only happy with you."

April's entire face lights up with her smile, "Really?"

"Really." He whispers, and his lips find hers, gently at first, and then with more need as they realize there are no more reasons to hold back. They can be honest with each other in every way.

Jackson's hands move from her face to her waist to find the bottom of her shirt. He slides his hands underneath, and he sighs when he feels the warmth of her skin. He wants to be closer to her and grabs for the bottom of her shirt again. He pulls up to take it off but stops when he feels April pushing back against his hands. Gasping, she breaks away from his kiss. She tries to catch her breath for a moment before looking up at him to say, "I'm sorry."

"No, I'm sorry." He can't believe he forgot. He had been so happy that she wanted to try again that he got caught up in the moment. He completely forgot about Dotson and everything she had been through the last two days. "April, I am so sorry. I wasn't thinking. I should have thought – God – I feel like such a jerk. April, we do not have to do anything you are not comfortable with. You know that, right? I don't want you to feel pressured to do anything, okay?"

April scoots closer to Jackson, locking her hands behind his neck. "Please don't be sorry, Jackson. I'm fine. I just – I just needed a minute. And you aren't pressuring me to do anything. I trust you completely. You aren't him, and I know that. I mean, for a second I was back there…but no. I'm not giving him that power. He already ruined my memories of my trip to the Avery Trauma Center, but I refuse to let him in our relationship, too. I love you, and I trust you, and I want this."

"You want this?"

"More than anything."

Jackson's mouth finds hers again as April reaches down and removes her shirt on her own. She takes his hands and places them back on her body, against her skin, so that he knows she is okay. His hands slowly explore her skin, careful not to push her too fast, but still full of need.

She feels his hesitation, but she is not afraid – not with him. She grabs his shirt and quickly removes it. He takes a moment to just look at her, his eyes glistening with love. Wanting him to see that she wants this as much as he does, she removes her bra and his eyes fall to take her in. When he returns his gaze to her face, she is biting her lip and smiling up at him, waiting.

He doesn't hesitate any more. His mouth is on her neck kissing down to her collarbone. His hands slide up her back as he lays her down on the bed. He holds himself up on his elbows so that he can continue to kiss down her body spending extra time at her chest and continuing down her stomach. She squirms beneath him as his tongue teases her belly button and he laughs against her stomach, knowing exactly where her most sensitive spots are. She gasps his name, "Jackson!" and runs her fingers though his hair sending shivers down his body as her nails graze against his skin.

His facial hair is rough and scratchy against her skin as he kisses along the line of her pants. Stopping, he looks up at her with dark, hungry eyes and slides a finger under the waist of her pants silently telling her he wants them off. She lifts up off the bed so that he can pull her remaining clothes down and off of her legs, tossing them to the floor beside them. He positions himself between her legs, lowers his body to hers, and kisses her deeply and fully. She raises her knees to close the space between their hips and she wraps her arms around him pulling his chest down to hers. Her hands explore down his body until she reaches the top of his jeans. "Jackson?" she whispers between kisses. "What?" he answers her without taking his mouth from hers. "Why are you still wearing these?" she unbuttons his pants and slides the zipper down. He stops kissing her to look down at her with a smirk. "I guess I was waiting for you to help me take them off." She pushes down at the waistband of his jeans, and he pulls away from her for a moment to quickly take the rest of his clothes off and throw them on the pile of discarded clothes.

His eyes trail over her body lying, waiting for him, on the bed. He leans down over her and positions himself over her again. He presses his forehead to hers and, for a second, just appreciates that she is here with him again. "God, you're beautiful," he whispers. She blushes at his words and brushes her nose against his. "I love you." she whispers back.

And their bodies fall together, finding their home.

April wakes to the feeling of kisses down her back. She moans quietly but keeps her eyes closed, smiling as she remembers her night with Jackson. The kisses stop and she opens her eyes to see Jackson smiling back at her. Her voice is still groggy with sleep as she asks, "Why did you stop?"

He sighs and moves her hair back from her face. "I don't want to, believe me, but we have to get going. We have to leave for Seattle in a couple of hours. I told Bailey I would go over the data from Diane's clinical trial with her today so we could decide how to proceed. So, as much as I would love to spend the day in bed with you, we can't." He leans over to kiss her on the forehead before getting out of bed.

April reluctantly agrees and drags herself to the shower. "Jackson?" she yells over the running water.

"Yeah?" he calls back.

"You know it would be much faster if we saved time and just showered together…" her suggestion is more than tempting, but the knock on the door tells him their breakfast has arrived. He opens the bathroom door just a bit to stick his head in, "Our room service is here so I have to get the door, but don't think I won't remember this suggestion when we get home."

When April emerges from the shower, she sees that Catherine has joined them for breakfast and she is silently thankful that she decided to wear clothes coming out of the bathroom. "Good morning, Catherine," April greets her as she sits down to eat with them.

"Good morning, sweetheart. How are you feeling?"

"I'm good. Great actually." She smiles across the table at Jackson. "Jackson being here was exactly what I needed."

Jackson looks to his mom with concern and asks, "So what happened with Dotson? He's still in jail, right?"

Catherine's face grows serious and she leans back in her chair and folds her arms. "No. He's not. Another doctor at the hospital posted his bail. I've already asked the board to review that doctor's file as well. I can't imagine defending a man like that, much less posting his bail. There must be a reason."

April feels her stomach drop and suddenly, she is no longer interested in breakfast. "So, he – he's out? He's just out? What happens next? What do we do?" She looks back and forth from Jackson to Catherine hoping for an answer.

Jackson reaches across the table and covers April's hand with his own. "You and I, go home. We go home to our daughter. And you don't worry about Dotson anymore. Like I said, we will handle him. He's already been fired from the hospital and he has a court date. He won't get away with this, April." His words are reassuring, but his eyes are not. As much as she wants to believe he his right, she can't miss the look of uncertainty that passes across the table from Jackson to Catherine.