Sorry for the delay guys! Inspiration just went away for a while apparently. I hope you're still interested in this story!

Please, be kind and forgive any language mistake. I wanted to upload this chapter now and I haven't asked my lovely beta Hilly any help this time.

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Jackson loved walking down the streets of Boston on Sunday mornings. The city was relatively quiet and he loved observing how people seemed to be so much more relaxed, enjoying some time with family and friends or jogging in the park. He was reaching his mother to have breakfast in their favorite place.

Sunday breakfasts with Catherine were their family tradition. She was always so busy at work but, since he was a child, she tried her best to have Sundays off and enjoy some time with her boy. When they lived in Moline, Jackson often felt different from his friends. First of all, he hadn't a father. Alexander Avery left his mother when he was four years old and he didn't even try to keep in touch with his son after that. And then Catherine wasn't the kind of mother all his friends had. She was strong and independent. She hated cooking and baking. She was always at work and when she was home she was usually busy reading medical journals. She really dedicated time to her son only on Sundays taking him out for their waffle-breakfasts while all his friends were at church. During his childhood, Jackson had hoped for her mother to be more affectionate and caring, like April's mom was. He wanted to be like the others and he wanted his mother to be more traditional. Growing up, though, he had understood that Catherine loved him more then she loved herself and he admired her immensely now. Without the help of his father, she did a great job, teaching him how to be independent and determined in following his dreams. He loved her, she was a great mother. Just very stressful to handle sometimes.

Jackson was almost arrived when his phone rang. As soon as he saw April's picture on the screen he smiled. More than a month has passed now from their first messages exchange and he could tell that his life had taken an interesting twist since then. Talking to her and rediscovering that part of his life he had almost forgotten had been like a Prozac to him. Thanks to April and her affectionate reassurances he'd been able to start writing again. She had wanted to read his first novel and her passionate review was probably the most interesting one he had ever received. April was able to change his mood and cheer him up like no one else. Every day, he couldn't wait to receive a message from her or talking to her and he couldn't help but feeling disappointed when he knew she was with Matthew. Jackson was starting to fear his feelings. In the last days, he had started to think of her like something more than just his newfound best friend. He had started noticing all the small details about her: the way in which she curled her hair when she was talking, the embarrassed tone of her voice when he complimented her about something, the beautiful dimples when she laughed, the way she cracked and massaged her neck after spending too much time skyp-ing at the computer. And he found it all so damn sexy. At first, he thought he was only idealizing her. April was the better part of his childhood and he knew everyone always tend to idealize their past somehow. Plus, the whole we-found-eachother-again-thanks-to-some-destiny's-trick-and-now-I'm-single-and-you're-beautiful-and-I-kinda-want-you thing was the perfect starting for a classic rom-com and maybe it was messing with his head, making him see romance where there really was just a great friendship. Jackson was soon realizing, though, that the innocent feelings he had for her when they were kids were totally still there, except that the innocent part of them was nowhere to be seen apparently. He knew he was at a turning point now; he had to decide if he wanted to expose himself and his feelings to her and consequently risk their newfound friendship or if it was better to let things as they were, waiting for his crush to pass.

"Hey you!" He said, smiling, answering her call.

"Hi Jackson! How are you?"

"Fine…going to meet my mom for breakfast! You? You haven't called yesterday, I missed you."

"I know...I'm sorry, I missed you too! I just had this crazy day at work and then Matthew took me to dinner so…"

"Right." Matthew again. He was starting to really hate the poor man, "did you have fun?" he asked, trying to fake interest.

"Hum, yes…it was nice. I just…What about Skype-night tonight?" she blurted out, almost embarrassed, "I'll finally be at my place…Matt wanted to have a welcome-party or whatever but I'd really prefer to enjoy my little house alone at first…or, well…with you at the other end of the pc…You'll probably have something better to do though, so don't worry if you can't…" her voice sounded shy and Jackson couldn't help but smile widely, knowing she preferred to spend the night talking to him instead of being with her boyfriend.

"Actually I'm free tonight so…call you at 9?"

"Hum…yeah, perfect!"

"Ok…I have to go now, I'm in front of the cafeteria and my mom is looking at me through the window. She'll probably bombard me with questions to know who I was talking to, want to bet?"

"I have no doubts," April said, laughing "say hallo to Catherine for me. See you later then, well, kind of."

Jackson smiled "Sure! Have a great day, bye April!"

He then put the phone back in his jeans pocket and entered the cafeteria, approaching his mother, waiting for him. Their waffles already on the small table.

"Hi sweetheart! You're late," she said, standing up to hug her son.

"Yeah, I know... I'm sorry" he said, sitting down in front of her.

"So…April, huh? New girl?"

Jackson rolled his eyes "You and your ability to read lips!"

"So? Something to tell me?"

"Well...actually yes. She's not my new girlfriend…she's my best friend and you kind of know her already," he smiled, "April Kepner…Moline…remember?"

Catherine looked at him surprised "Kepner? Your adorable childhood's sweetheart? I didn't know you two were still in touch!"

"We weren't…but she found me on Facebook a month ago...and so…we're friends again, like the old time I would say. And her mother wants to talk to you by the way! She asked me to give you her number…I totally forgot!"

"Well, well, well… now I understand why you were such in a good mood lately! April Kepner always had this effect on you...you were so adorable, all in love with this dorky friend of yours!"

"Mom! Don't even start! 15 years had passed, if you haven't noticed. We're adults now, can we stop talking about my old crush?"

"Nope. Not if it isn't old at all. I know you, Jackson. I saw the look in your eyes when you were talking to her on the phone…she's not just a friend!"

Jackson tried to tell something but Catherine immediately stopped him "…And before you say anything, ok, I know, you don't want to talk about this with me. But your eyes aren't fooling me baby" she smiled.

"Whatever." Jackson said, eating his waffles "I don't even know why you're so happy by the way. You usually bombard me with questions about my girlfriends and then decide if they are worth your precious son" he smirked

Catherine laughed "Well…I was waiting for you to call her your girlfriend first! Now that you said it, we can move on with the questions" she smirked, noticing Jackson frustration.

"I didn't mean…" he tried to add, when she stopped him again "So, if I remember well, she wanted to become a surgeon just like me… is she a surgeon?"

Jackson rolled his eyes, knowing he couldn't escape his mother's questions "Hum…not. She's still a doctor though, a veterinarian precisely. "

"Ah… well, better than nothing I guess".

"Mom! Don't be a snob like always, please. She's smart and she could very well be the best surgeon in the Country. She just decided that she was more interested in veterinary, is that bad?!"

"Don't get mad baby. I'm not saying anything bad about your sweetheart!" Catherine smiled, teasing him "I'm sure she's a smart veterinarian and she has a nice job…at least she's helping someone, right? And she's working…"

"And here we are again…" Jackson said, knowing exactly what his mother was insinuating.

"Jackson…come on. You did an amazing job with your novel, and I'm proud of you. But three years had passed and you're still waiting for inspiration. Now it's not a shame if you decide that it is better to accept your grandpa's invitation. The foundation is yours too. You can become part of it now, if you want."

"That's the problem. I don't want to. Is that so hard to understand?! I'm a writer! And yes, I had a bit of a crisis lately but you know what? I'm writing again! And I'm also positive my new story going to be good!"

"Oh, that's amazing sweetheart! I'm glad to know it…but please, if you'll ever…"

"..need a real steady job, I know I can count on you and grandpa. Yes."

Catherine pager went off. She rolled her eyes while checking it "They have to call me on Sundays too, now. It's the hospital, I guess I have to go now." She said, smiling when she noticed Jackson's face lighten up "you could at least pretend to be disappointed, you know that? It's courtesy!"

Jackson laughed "Sorry but my interrogation just ended…can't I be happy about it?"

"Right…saved by the bell, I guess" Catherine smiled, hugging her son.

"Say hi to April for me, honey. And send me her mother's number…so we can talk about our future grandbabies!"

"Oh boy, go away, leave me alone!" he said, laughing and pushing her toward the exit.