Jackson was driving home with Harriet. A part of Jackson wanted to laugh at the "birds and dogs" comment of April, but in the back of his mind he could still hear April's cries over the phone when Ben opened her up, and how pale she was when she arrived to the hospital in the ambulance. He knew she had every right to be with Harriet at all time, but their baby girl had been in the nursery longer than any other healthy baby, and Harriet couldn't stay in April's room without someone there to help her. And April wouldn't let Jackson stay the night there.

He felt a bit guilty he hadn't suggested that option, but he believed April would never accept that much help from him. After all he had been the one to ask for the divorce. He had to remind himself it had been for the best. It just wasn't working. They had not been able to help each other, they just seemed to hurt each other even more. He used to blame April, now he just couldn't. It was not that their problems had suddenly disappear when Harriet was born, but he knew he had started to forgive her. He hoped April felt the same way. He had been so scared while he waited for Bailey to come out of April's surgery. No matter how angry he had been with April, how lonely he had felt when she left and went to Jordan, how hurt he felt when she had not seen he was suffering too, he had never imagined a world without April. It just wasn't right.

Even entering the house with Harriet for the first time felt wrong. Like their little family couldn't work without April there. After all that April had been through to get Harriet to this world, she deserved to be there with them. Well, with Harriet. If April had been healthy, he probably wouldn't be there to get Harriet home. He would probably just visit later on the day to see Harriet and make sure they had settled properly. Karen would be there with April, and Jackson would just be a visitor until Harriet were a little bit older. But April wasn't healthy yet and he was alone with Harriet.

Jackson put Harriet in her going-home-from-the-hospital onesie and took a picture. She looked so cute. He sent it to April and she answered with a bunch of emojis. He felt bad for her. He could imagine April being really excited when she bought it, and deciding that onesie was going to be the one her baby would wear the day they got back from the hospital. And now she couldn't even be there.

- Your mom is really amazing, Harriet. And really strong.

Harriet smiled a little. God, she was so cute.

- And YOU are just as beautiful as she is.

Years ago, when April was pregnant with Samuel, Jackson had imagined their life as a family over and over again. And it looked nothing like this. Samuel was dead, their marriage had fallen apart, they were divorced and April was in the hospital. And yet they had Harriet. Their wonderful and precious Harriet. He had no idea of how they would raise her. It was not like they had suddenly agreed on everything they used to fight over. Church, school, the Avery foundation, the farm… But that could wait. April was alive and they had Harriet. There was still time to figure things out.

- I think we should call mommy to see how she's feeling.

As soon as she answered, he knew she was still crying. He tried to comfort her, but it didn't seem to work. When she expressed concern over money, he couldn't help but jump into action.

- I'm loaded, I can.

- Well, I'm not, and we're not married.

- Yes, I know.

Of course he knew, he had spent all day thinking how different things would be if they were. And why couldn't she accept the money? She wanted to be able to do it herself, he got it, but she was not a single mother as she said, he was right there, he wasn't going anywhere, he wasn't dead. They had agreed on co-parenting. And being divorced didn't mean to let her cry when she was this upset. But by the time she hung up, he had already figured out a way to cheer her up later that night.