Prompt: I was so sleep-deprived after the night shift that I climbed into bed with you (and you just rolled with it).
April felt like she was on the brink of collapsing any day now.
Between recovering from her c-section, going back to work (and trying to work her schedule around Jackson's when possible), dealing with Harriet's poor sleep and trying to be a good house guest, she was exhausted. She knew that she was spinning too many plates and trying far too hard to make everything work, but she also knew that she needed everything to be perfect. If Harriet couldn't have married parents, then she could at least try her best to give her a picturesque childhood and be the best mom that she possible could be.
Despite the fact that things had been so hectic, she did feel as though Jackson and her were in a much better place these days. A recent loss at work had definitely brought them closer and she felt as though they were at least getting back to a place where they could be friends and great co-parents, so that was something. In the midst of the divorce, she hadn't been sure that they'd ever get there, and that was one of the main things she hated - not even having Jackson as her best friend anymore. Maybe things would never be the same as they were before they slept together all those years ago, but still, she'd take what she could get.
She was sure that the level of exhaustion she felt was making her slightly insane, and she could barely even concentrate for long enough to drag herself to the bedroom, which was saying something given the amount of coffee she'd been running off of lately. When her body does eventually manage to slumber onto the bed, she's too tired to even change out of her clothes, and doesn't even notice the sleeping body next to her (and the fact that her surroundings were different than normal, given that her room was on the other side of the hallway).
It took a couple of hours for Jackson to stir, a confused frown on his face at the sight of his ex-wife lying on top of the covers with one of her arms tucked under her head. She was laying on her front and still wearing jeans and a patterned blouse, which was very unlike her, as he'd never seen her fall asleep in her clothes before. Even on nights when they'd worked nights together or had drunkenly returned from the bar whilst living with Meredith, she'd always insisted on changing into her pyjamas and making sure her clothing was put in the wash basket neatly. As confusing as the situation was, given their insistence on creating boundaries, he didn't want to disturb her and instead did his best to get up quietly.
The bed creaked slightly, and April opened her eyes, suddenly realising that the interior looked different to what she was used to. Oh god. She practically jolted up, startling her shirtless ex-husband who was clearly still trying his best to stay quiet.
"Oh god. I'm so, so sorry!" Her voice jumped a voice octaves in the way that it did when she was nervous or freaking out about something, "I thought...I thought this was my room! I was so tired last night, I didn't realise-"
"April, it's fine. I kind of figured you were exhausted given you didn't even change your clothes. Just...go back to sleep, alright? I can check on Harriet and then I have to get ready for my shift anyway," He explained, doing his best to calm her down by keeping his voice soft. The last thing they needed was for Harriet to wake up if she wasn't yet ready to. Then they'd just be back to square one in the sleep deprivation game.
"Are you sure?" As much as her room was only down the hall, she was also not sure if she was ready to drag her body up just yet. It still felt achy and heavy.
"I'm sure." He quickly pulled on a t-shirt to make things less awkward, "You want me to grab you something to change into?"
"Too tired," She managed, shaking her head slightly. She felt the weight of her exhaustion pulling her body back down to a more comfortable sleeping position. Just a few more minutes, I'll stay here. She thought, but found herself drifting off to sleep for much longer. The bed still smelt like him, and she wasn't willing to admit it, but it was both comforting and painful at the same time.