Harriet gives her parents a makeover.
There was a time in Jackson Avery's life when he really couldn't picture himself having the opportunity to be a father (especially after the loss of Samuel), let alone a father to a rambunctious and stubborn girly-girl, and yet now he couldn't imagine his life being any different.
He was sure that, if the Jackson from intern year could see himself now though, he'd probably laugh.
"You've gotta keep still!" His five year old daughter whined, shooting him a somewhat angry-looking glare that reminded him far too much of his own default facial expression (according to April, at least).
"I am!" He chuckled, "Or at least I'm trying to."
He did his best to follow her instructions, eyes closing temporarily as she poked and prodded at his face with various brushes from the pink plastic palette, sticking some sort of sparkly eyeshadow to his lids.
"Kay, you can open them. Now lipstick!" She exclaimed, putting the brush back in its place and grabbing a tube of bright red lipstick instead.
Jackson sighed lightly, trying his best to continue to stay still as his daughter popped the lid of the crimson tube off, one of her hands touching his cheek as she stood in front of him, "Your beard is all scratchy, daddy." Her nose scrunched slightly - just like her mom's did, but she focused for long enough to get back to the task at hand, "Okay, remember, you've gotta keep still."
"You're bossy today," He stated, clearly amused, but he still did as she told and did his best to keep his mouth still. It didn't take her long to finish applying it, and she grabbed a piece of tissue to clean up any excess as she'd seen her mother do numerous times before, "There! All done!"
Before Jackson had much chance to react to whatever his daughter had done to his face, he heard the front door open, and was greeted by the sound of April returning from the grocery store with a bag in hand.
"Mommy! I gave daddy a makeover, see?" Harriet stated loudly, pointing at Jackson's face as he slowly rose up from where he was sitting on the floor.
April tried her best not to laugh at the sight of her very muscular, very bearded man with rather messily applied make up. That amusement she felt though was overshadowed by the joy that seeing the two of them together gave her. He was such a good dad, and it was times like this that made her wonder how he ever could've been worried about how he'd take to fatherhood. It was meant for him, and he was always willing to go the extra mile to make their daughter Harriet - even if it meant looking slightly goofy. It made her turn to mush.
Making his way over to her in the kitchen, she placed the bag down on the counter, taking a second to admire him. As ridiculous as he looked, it was also very sweet. "The red doesn't look great on you, no offence," She said quietly.
Jackson smirked, leaning in to speak in her ear, "Oh really? Well I can think of a red that does look great on me."
"Stop," April giggled, giving him a gentle swat on the chest.
"Can I give you a makeover next, mommy?" Harriet asked, still sitting patiently on the floor in the lounge area.
"I can put this away, you go have fun."
"Okay. Thanks," She kissed him on the cheek, not wanting the lipstick to transfer, before making her way over to their daughter.
"You know, mommy doesn't need a makeover. She's already pretty," Jackson stated.
"Am I pretty like mommy?" Harriet asked.
"You're even prettier," April replied, giving her a quick little kiss on the forehead.