Drabble #8 - First married fight
Jackson dropped his bag on the floor as he kicked his shoes off by the door. The silence in their apartment was all he needed to know she wasn't happy.
"April, I'm sorry," Jackson called into the quiet apartment; "Shepherd and Robbins would not stop campaigning for funding."
He walked into the living room to see her lying on the couch flipping through the channels. It was clear she was ignoring him.
"The board members called a last minute meeting and I had to go," Jackson pleaded, "It wasn't my idea and I didn't have a choice. Please just talk to me."
"You haven't been home for dinner in weeks. What am I supposed to say?" April responded harshly, turning her attention to him. "You said you'd be home tonight. You promised. We've been married for six months and we've gotten to the point where I see you less now that before we got married."
"I know. I shouldn't have made that promise," Jackson said, apologetically, "I didn't want this job but I didn't get to choose it. My mother forced it on me. I had no idea the load would have gotten as heavy as it has lately. I hate that it's coming between you and me."
Jackson just stood there for a moment not sure what else to do or say.
"I know it's not your fault. I just hate that you are never home…"April trailed off as she stood up and came toward Jackson. She kissed him lightly, standing on her tip toes.
"Let me make it up to you?" Jackson asked with a sly look on his face.
"What did you have in mind?" April answered with a question of her own, not sure what to expect.
"I was thinking you, me, and a nice hot shower," Jackson suggested with a grin. Before she knew it Jackson grabbed her hand and led her to the bathroom.