Japril have their first dance.
Married life was so blissful.
Sure, there was the fact that they hadn't told anyone yet and were still sneaking around at work, or the fact that they had upset people in the process, but for the most part, both April and Jackson were far too giddy too care. It felt wrong to be happy when others were miserable, but all she could think about was the fact that something that felt so good couldn't be bad, and being married? To her best friend, of all people? It felt really, really good.
She'd settled into his apartment with ease, and it hadn't taken them long to find a comfortable rhythm with being in one another's space again.
"You know, we never did get to have a first dance..." Jackson murmured close to her ear, hugging her from behind. As much as she'd loved the impulsivity and rush that getting eloped had given her, it did mean missing out on a lot of wedding traditions she'd dreamed of growing up. It didn't bother her - she'd just been so happy to be with her person, and that she'd made the right choice, but hearing Jackson mention it did make her chuckle. She hadn't taken him for much of a romantic, but she'd seen a much sappier side to him the past few weeks that made her weak at the knees.
"I know, but like I said, I don't mind," April assured softly, stirring the sauce that she'd been working on, "I'm just glad that I got to marry you."
"Still, I didn't get to give you the mints and the butterflies, or your family being there...I could at least give you this." He paused for a moment to grab his cell phone from his pocket, flicking between applications until he found a radio station, "How about, whichever song plays when I open this, we make it our first dance song?"
She nodded, watching as he placed the phone on the counter and hit play, causing them both to be somewhat startled by the rather loud and erratic sounds of Guns N' Roses.
"Oof, maybe not that one. Too 80s," April grimaced.
Jackson agreed, and flicked to a different station. An acoustic song by a male singer-songwriter ended up playing, and whilst neither of them recognised it, it was soft and pleasant enough to slow dance to.
April turned the sauce down a few notches, allowing it to simmer, before allowing Jackson to move them away from the counter slightly and spin her around so that she was facing him. She couldn't help but giggle, resting her head on his chest. It felt like less of a dance, and more the two of them swaying comfortably together, but it was perfect.
And darling, when your feet are cold, wait up, I'm coming home.
"I love you," She mumbled, continuing to sway to the melodic sounds.
"I love you too." He responded, kissing her sweetly on the forehead when she looked up at him and smiled.
My love will clothe your bones.