Hi everyone! Late update, I know, but I have been touring around the States lately and it has been amazing. Right now, I am in LA and it is extremely beautiful! Four days ago, I was in Seattle so that kind of reminded me I needed to get this story back on track. This chapter is short though. I promise the next one will be twice as long!

April was standing in front of a big wooden closet in her bedroom, an open and empty suitcase right next to her waiting to be filled with her clothes. It's really not that hard, April thought, just get some freaking clothes. Why was this so difficult for her? Why couldn't she stop staring at the content of the closet right in front of her? It wasn't like she was trying to pick the perfect outfit for a fancy event or something. She just needed to move some of her clothes from the closet to the suitcase. April's eyes fell on the suitcase once again. It's definitely big enough, she confirmed in her thoughts. Slowly, her hand reached her favourite dress, her fingers grazing the soft, silky fabric. This was the dress she had worn the night of the plane crash. It was the dress that was meant to be worn for a happy occasion, just like April had tried to convince to Jackson. It was the dress in which he told her she looked nice.

"I feel sick, by the way. Sick of leaving here. Of leaving you,"

In that moment, in that very special moment - oblivious and unknowing of the fact that a horrific accident had happened to the rest of their colleagues and friends - April had felt Jackson's love for her for the first time. At least, for a second, because not too long afterwards she had convinced herself that he could never ever feel that way for her.

"I am going to try. I am going to try to be happy. I am happy tonight, Jackson, because it is a happy time and we should be celebrating. So could you please wipe that freakin' frown off your face and be happy with me?"

"You look really nice".

Her life was moving so fast. Not too long ago April was supposed to be a married woman. A married woman to another man than the man she was planning on moving in with this evening. After today, after April had seen Matthew for the first time after she had left him at the alter, after she had promised Jackson to never feel sorry for loving him ever again, April decided she needed to be with Jackson as much as possible. She wanted to be with him as much as she could. They had already lost so much precious time by constantly circling around each other. April had also been confronted once more with what it had cost to choose Jackson and therefore she wanted to make her choice worthy of all the drama that she and Jackson had gone through already and still had to go through. However, as much as moving in with Jackson seemed to be the right decision to April not even two hours ago when she left the hospital, she was already starting to doubt it now. Were they moving too fast? Was the motivation behind it right? Wasn't April trying to convince the rest of the world that the damage she had caused was for a good reason by moving in with the man for whom she had sacrificed it all? Was this really what April wanted? April was pulled out of her thoughts very abruptly when she felt her phone vibrate in her jean pocket. It was a text of Jackson:

Hey, can I pick you up already?

April reread the text absentmindedly a several times before answering.

Yeah, I just need a few more minutes and then I'm ready.

April was about to hit the 'send' button, but she couldn't. No, she wasn't ready. She still needed to figure out whether this somewhat hasty decision would benefit their relationship or do it more harm than good. Were they ready for this? Their relationship was barely out in the open. April had to admit that she felt extremely relieved that everyone of Grey Sloan now knows about her and Jackson. And if the last couple of days had shown her anything, it was that her love for Jackson was real. Very real. So real that it scared her. She would never ever love a man like she loved him. She could not afford to mess this up, this fragile thing between her and Jackson, because Jackson was her one and only chance of sharing her life with her true love. You love him, he loves you, that's all the information you need, right? April thought. A sigh escaped her lips. Of course she wanted to be with him. They needed to be a team in order to be able to deal with all the upcoming distress that their decision to be together will cause. She needed him. She really needed all of him because all of her loved him. Every fibre in her being loved the green-eyed plastic surgeon. There was no denying that. With that thought in mind, April finally hit the 'send' button. She grabbed several piles of her clothes without really looking and put them nonchalantly in her suitcase. When she reached the drawer with her undergarments, however, April couldn't help but smirk a little as she carefully selected the pieces she wanted to take with her. After April was done with packing all of her clothes, she quickly gathered her toiletries and put them in her suitcase as well. She then finally closed the suitcase, a sigh of satisfaction escaping her lips. The heavy feeling that she was having a few moments ago had suddenly disappeared. Instead, April felt excitement. She was moving in with Jackson. She was going to wake up every morning next to him. She would get to wear his shirts as pyjamas every single night. She was going to fall asleep in his strong arms every night. April giggled softly at the thought before she heard a soft knock on her front door. She quickly sprinted down the stairs to open the door to the one and only person she wanted to see right now. She threw her arms around him before he could even properly greet her. Almost as a reflex, Jackson felt his arms securing them firmly around her tiny frame in return.

"Hey, is everything okay?" he whispered in her ear as he felt her arms tighten around his neck. He felt her smile against his cheek.

"Yes, everything is very okay," April answered, almost out of breath as she started to laugh softly. Jackson couldn't help but chuckle a little because of her sudden excitement. April let go a little so that she could see his face. Her smile soon disappeared as she saw the growing bruise underneath Jackson's eye. Jackson noticed the change in her demeanour, moving one of his hands to softly graze her cheek.

"Really April, I'm fine. Remember what you promised me," he said softly. April nodded weakly in response.

"I still do not like to see you hurt," she mumbled after she had pressed a soft kiss beneath his bruised eye. Jackson gave her a small smile in return before he moved passed her to gather her suitcase. As he lifted the heavy thing up, he looked up at April for reassurance.

"Are you really ready to do this?" he asked, concern clearly readable from his face.

"I definitely am, Jackson," April answered strongly. The honesty in her eyes was convincing enough for Jackson. He walked towards his SUV on April's front porch and placed the suitcase in his trunk.

April stepped out of the warmth of her house, standing in front of her front door herself as she played with the keys in her hands. This is it, she thought as she pulled the door close and locked it. She felt satisfaction as well as excitement run through her body. This would be the last time she would see this front door in a long time. She inhaled a deep breath that filled her lungs with fresh air before she walked over to Jackson's big SUV, seeing him waiting behind the wheel, his hand patting the passenger seat, a huge smile on his face. April loved to see that smile. Jackson rarely showed one like that. She joined him in the warmth of his car, their favourite song immediately filling her ears.

"Let's go," Jackson suggested as he squeezed April's hand before moving it to shift the gears.

"Yeah, let's go."

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