Hi all! I'm back with a new installment! I whipped this snapshot up this afternoon while I was bored at work! It is set in the same time as the first one, A Good Life, which I am making a series because so many people requested it! I hope you enjoy! I just love little Harriet! I hope you all like little Michael and Lucas too! I felt like we needed a little Japril love today since Shonda failed to deliver last night!

(Note: Michael's nickname, Cael, is pronounced Kale)

Dancing Queen - ABBA

You can dance
You can jive
Having the time of your life
See that girl
Watch that scene
Dig in the dancing queen

"Harriet, hold still." Jackson told his five year old daughter when she wiggled in her chair for the fifth time. He had a tight grip on her curly hair and it made her antsy as he tried to style it to her standards.

"Daddy, you're pulling too hard. It hurts!" She whined as his fingers ran through her hair again, getting caught in the tangles. He used the spray bottle like April had taught him to tame the mess and smooth it out as he started wrapping it around on top of her head.

He sighed and dropped her hair to squirt a small amount of gel into his palm and lathered it on her ponytail, "I'm sorry, just stay still." He smoothed it out one more time to be sure the curls would stay in place and then twisted it around to form a bun. He wrapped the ponytail holder around the base to hold it in place.

"There! Perfect." He said as he finished, looking to his daughter for approval. He smiled at her as she turned around to face him.

She looked in the small mirror that he held in his hand and her smile fell, an upset look taking its place, "No daddy! That's too messy!"

"But messy buns are popular, right?" He looked at her confused. He didn't understand the problem with the job he had done. To him, it looked perfectly fine, but to her, it was a wreck.

She stuck her bottom lip out in a pout at him, "Not in ballet, daddy! They have to be perfect!" She whined and puffed out her cheeks in distress.

"Well, I'm not a master of the bun." Jackson held his hands up in defense. He did not understand what was so wrong with a few loose strands. April's quick text message instructions to him weren't very helpful, and the youtube video he had watched didn't make any sense either. He was at a complete loss with styling hair.

"Because you have no hair." She bluntly told him, motioning to his hairless head.

He looked at her stunned, "Ok, rude. I don't know what else to do." He really wanted to laugh at her for being so frank with him. It amazed him at how similar their senses of humor were. He took pride in knowing that his daughter took after him in that aspect. No offense to April, but he definitely believed he was superior in that area. However, he was epically failing in the hair and all things girl department, and April was striving. He really didn't know to how to fix the fly away problem, even with all the instructions she left and the use of google.

"Daddy, we need bobby pins." She rolled her eyes as she slid off the bar stool that she was sitting on. She ran to her parents bathroom, pulled open April's drawer and picked up a few bobby pins. She came back into the kitchen and placed them in Jackson's open hand before she climbed back up the stool to sit. He started pushing the bobby pins into her poofy updo in order to tame the frizzy fly aways. Harriet handed him a bottle of hairspray and he took it from her, slightly confused. She lifted her hand and motioned it around the top of her head, her finger curved like she was spraying. He followed her gestures and started spraying all around the bun to hold it in place. She put her hand over her face to avoid getting it in her eyes. Once he was done, he spun her around to view his work.

She sighed and bit her cheek, debating whether or not it looked good this time. She finally nodded her head slightly, trying not to shake it too much, "Mommy does it better." She determined and hopped off the stool, making her way to the front door.

"Well, right now, you're stuck with me, kiddo. That's as good as it's gonna get." He told her while grabbing her ballet bag from the hook by the door. She stood in silence while she waited by the door for the rest of her family. Jackson watched her as she quietly stared at her pink ballet shoes on her feet, "Are you ok, sweetheart? I can try to redo your bun if you really don't like it."

"Is mommy gonna make it to my recital?" She looked up at him as tears brimmed her eyes and worry filled her voice. This was her first dance recital since she started dance lessons and April had promised she would be there to see her. She knew that sometimes her parents jobs caused them to have crazy hours because hurt people needed help, but it didn't make it hurt her any less. She had hoped and prayed that the hospital wouldn't call her mom or dad in just this once.

Jackson bent down in front of her and used his thumb to brush away a tear that had fallen down her cheek, "She is. She will be there," he reassured her, "She just had an emergency that she needed to go to the hospital to check on. She's going to meet us there." April had been paged 911 only 20 minutes before they had to leave to take Harriet to the dance place, leaving Jackson alone to get her ready. April really hated that she had to go, and she might've called and told them she couldn't come in if it hadn't been about the little boy she had just performed surgery on the day before. The little boy had barely survived the car wreck he was in, then his surgery had some major complications. It struck a nerve in her, reminding her of her own children, so she felt obligated to go see how he was doing and take care of the thing that needed handling. April wanted to make sure he was alright before she headed to Harriet's recital.

"Ok." Harriet nodded and wiped away the rest of her tears.

"Ok." He repeated and kissed her forehead, "Let's go get the boys and we will be ready to roll." He stood up and winked at her causing her to giggle. He walked up the stairs towards his son's rooms, but before he reached them, Harriet yelled for him.

"Wait! Daddy?" She hollered up the stairs after him in panic.

"Yes, sweetheart?" He called back to her from the top and she popped into view at the bottom.

"What about my pink tutu?" She gestured to her bare torso where her tutu was supposed to sit. She had her pink tights and pink leotard on, but her tutu was missing to complete her outfit.

His eyes widen, "Oh, crap. Where is it?" He had no idea where April had left it, and she had failed to mention that in her text messages.

Harriet shrugged while walking up the stairs towards him, "Mommy said that she left it hanging up. I can't reach it, though." She looked at him expectantly.

"Oh, right. The closet." He walked into her room and opened her closet doors. He scanned the rows of clothing until he spotted it amongst her other pink clothes. He rolled his eyes at his wife. Of course she would color code their five year old daughter's closet, as if it was going to stay that way. He grabbed the poofy tutu down from the top rack where it was hanging.

"Here, let's put this on," He held the tutu up towards her and she grabbed his shoulders to keep herself steady while she stepped into it. He pulled it up to her waist and made sure it was snug before he let go, "Now we are ready! Let's go get the boys!"

Jackson placed Lucas in the baby car seat in his new family car, which April liked to call his 'man van'. Harriet climbed into the seat beside the baby and Michael headed to the very back. They all buckled up and were on their way to the dance academy where Harriet was enrolled in ballet classes. When they pulled into the parking lot, it was only 30 minutes until the recital started, so Jackson rushed in with all three of his kids to make sure Harriet was where she needed to be.

"Ok, you wait here with your teacher and do what she says. Good luck, sweetheart. You're gonna do great!" He instructed her and then grinned, already excited to watch her perform her dance. He had seen it probably a hundred times already with the way she was at home. She ran around and danced to her heart's content, and April was no better. He could bet that his wife knew all the moves as well.

"Daddy, we don't say good luck! We say break a leg!" Harriet chastised him. He had no idea what that meant, but he knew it was something performers always said before they took the stage.

To please her, he decided to change his wording before she got worried and thought it was bad luck, "Break a leg! I love you!" He leaned down to her level and reached over to kiss her cheek. She wrapped her arms around his neck and kissed his nose to thank him, but she noticed one thing missing, "Momma's not here yet." She noted sadly. Before Jackson could remind her of what he had said earlier, April rushed through the doors right on time, "I'm here! I'm here, don't worry!" She yelled as she crossed the room

"Mommy!" Harriet unlatched herself from Jackson's neck and lept into her mother's arms as she made her way over to them.

"Good luck, baby and I will see you when it's over! Now, go back to your group before you're late! I love you!" She whispered in her ear. She kissed her cheek, told her to "break a leg" per her daughter's request and then sent her on her way with her class.

He took Michael's hand in his and settled Lucas in his other arm. They made their way into the auditorium and sat in the very front row. April wanted to take pictures, and refused to sit anywhere other than the front row. Lucas sat in April's lap, mesmerized by the camera she was holding. He reached for it and April let him play with it for a few minutes while they waited. Michael sat in between them with her phone in his hand to keep him occupied before the performance. The lights blinked to signal that the show was about to begin and April placed Lucas in Jackson's lap so she could get a clear shot of Harriet as she danced. The lights dimmed and 10 little girls dressed in identical pink leotards and tutus walked out in front of the crowd. April lifted her camera as her daughter took the stage, front and center, as usual. April leaned over and made a joke about their daughter's need for attention coming from Jackson. She laughed, he did not. The music started slowly and their attention went to the 10 little girls. As five year olds are, it was very hard for most of them to keep up or keep interested in the dance, but then there was Harriet. She knew every move and position, granted she wasn't perfect, but she didn't even need to look to the teacher for help. Some of the girl's just stood there, but not their daughter. Amongst the chaotic mess of little girls, she was dancing her heart out, and Jackson even thought he saw her humming along. The whole auditorium was giggling at the adorable mess on stage as the classical song came to an end. All the little girls posed at the end beat of the song, and Harriet sassily stuck out her tongue at her dad before she took a bow. April giggled and rolled her eyes while Jackson clapped and cheered loudly. He always thought dancing ballet was boring to watch, but his daughter made it much more interesting.

"You two are too much alike. I don't think I will be able to handle it when she gets older." April smiled as the five year olds exited the stage and their daughter skipped off behind the curtains. They watched as the rest of the groups took the stage one by one and showcased their dances to the audience, but Jackson barely paid attention. He was focused on keeping his sons occupied. They were getting restless from all the sitting and the ballet dancers were not capturing their interest. After the last group performed, all the girls came to the stage and everyone bowed. The audience gave a standing ovation and Jackson and April stood up and cheered.

"Yay, Hattie!" Michael hollered out for his sister and clapped along with the crowd. Lucas giggled at his brother from Jackson's arms and tried to clap as well.

Harriet saw her family and gave them a big smile and waved at them. They waved back and she blew them a kiss. The girl's were ushered off stage and went to the lobby to meet their families.

"You did such a good job, baby! I'm so proud of you!" April scooped up the little girl into her arms and gave her a tight squeeze. She set her back down on the ground and reached into her purse. She pulled out a mini bouquet of roses to show her how proud of her they were.

"You got me flowers? Mommy! You're so sneaky!" April laughed at her daughter's statement but couldn't help the pride that filled her when she watched her nail all the dance moves on stage. She had never felt more proud of anyone ever before. Not even herself, or Jackson.

"That's why I was running late, silly. You were so worried and I was just out picking up your flowers!" She explained and Harriet grinned. Jackson gave her a hug as well and congratulated her. Lucas patted her bun from Jackson's waist when he bent down to hug her.

Michael went up to her after their hug was over and his small hand grabbed hers, "You did so good, Hattie. You danced pretty."

"Thank you, Cael!" Harriet hugged him, her cheek pressed to his and her arms wrapped around his shoulders. He grimaced slightly as she gripped him tighter. He started to wiggle to get away from her but April noticed the moment and thought it was too cute to not capture.

"Oh! You two stand there and let me take a picture!" April exclaimed. She got her camera from her purse and pointed it to them. They both smiled and Michael tried to pull away from her as April took the picture.

"Excuse me, ma'am." A lady tapped April on the shoulder.

"Yes?" She politely asked the lady.

"Would you like me to take a picture of all of you?" The lady offered causing April to smile.

"Oh, that would be great! Thank you!" April grinned at her and then showed her how to work the camera. The lady nodded in understanding and pointed it at them.

"Ok, Jackson, you stand on the left and I will stand on the right. Hattie and Cael stand in front of me and daddy. Jackson, put Luke in between us," April moved everyone to their places, "Ok, we're ready!"

"Ok, everybody, say cheese!" The nice lady snapped the picture and handed her the camera back. They all thanked her for the picture. Harriet was bouncing on her feet, still buzzing from her performance. She could barely stand still. She began twirling around as April and Jackson looked over the pictures they had taken throughout the night.

"Harriet Marie Kepner-Avery! Your eyes were closed in this picture!" April said when she saw the picture they had just taken. Her daughter's eyes were barely open, but her smile was still wide in delight.

"Sorry! The flash was too bright!" She stopped twirling and apologized, pretending to not be able to see very well while blinking her eyes.

"Mommy, can we go get dinner? Please?" Michael interrupted their exchange when his stomach growled.

"Oh, please mommy!" Harriet begged along with her brother.

"Please mommy!" Jackson imitated his children and April giggled. It was already dark outside and they hadn't eaten anything before they came.

April sighed, "Fine! How do waffles sound?" She asked, giving in to her family. They all cheered, exiting the building to the parking lot.

"Who's riding with me and who's riding with dad?" April asked as they made it to their cars. Jackson took Luke with him, since the carseat was already in his car and hard to move. The older two kids grabbed their booster seats and rode with April.

They ended their night at their favorite diner, The Waffle Stop, eating various types of waffles. They all sat together eating waffles, and baby food for Luke. April smiled as her family chattered and joked with each other. Harriet danced around in her seat to the music playing over the sound system. When they all finished, it was getting really late and it was already passed everyone's bedtimes. All three children were on the verge of falling asleep in their seats.

"Ok, my little dancing queen, let's go home! Time for bed!" April picked up Harriet from her chair and carried her outside, while Jackson took care of the boys. They got settled in and they started their way home. The car ride was rather quiet and she assumed both children were fast asleep.

Michael coughed, startling her and ruining the silence, but Harriet snoozed on. He couldn't go to sleep as fast as his sister so he spoke to April instead, "Mommy? I wanna do stuff too!" He complained from his spot in the backseat.

"Like what, baby?"

"I wanna play basketball! Like daddy!" April's eyebrows shot up in surprise. She hadn't expected another one of her children to take interest in something so soon. Especially something that took up that much time. Time they didn't have. They would have to make adjustments, but they could make it work, if that was what he really wanted. All she could think was how time consuming everything was going to be. Great. Another event to take up time. She guessed that would be their life now, running children place to place, but she would do anything if it made her kids happy. Their happiness was the most important thing, seeing they were the most important thing in her life. She had a feeling that Jackson would agree.

I hope you liked this story! Please review and tell me what you think! It would make my day! Isn't Harriet and Jackson's Daddy/Daughter relationship just so cute?! I love them to pieces! I hope you enjoyed more of Lucas and Michael too! Thank you for reading!

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