Harriet and Jackson play Operation.

As April finishes up in the shower, she can't help but feel her heart flutter when she exits the bathroom and catches Harriet and Jackson playing on the living room floor.

She looks adorable, sat there in her little doctor coat (because as it turns out, she takes Operation very seriously - so much so that April's a little worried that Catherine is already saving her a future spot at Mass Gen), jumping and letting out a squeal every time the game beeps. (Usually when its Jackson's turn, because, as she overhears him complaining, 'Its easier for you 'cos you've got little hands').

Her eyes roll at that, and she quickly makes her way to the bedroom to put her pyjamas on, towel drying her hair as much as she can along the way, before placing it in the laundry basket. As she makes her way back to the lounge, she hears Harriet squeal once again, before clapping her hands and jumping up in celebration. "I won, I won! Momma, I won!"

"You did? Thats amazing, bug. Well done!" She offers out her arms as her daughter excitedly runs towards her, picking her up and resting her on her hip. (Something that she's trying to make the most of whilst she still can, given just how fast she seems to be growing)

"I'm telling you, its 'cos-"

"'Cos she's got little hands? Uh huh. Keep telling yourself that, bud." She shoots him an amused look, before speaking to Harriet once again in a softer tone, "You ready to get your pjs on and say goodnight to daddy?"

Harriet sighs and pouts a little, before reluctantly agreeing, hopping down from her mother's hip so that she can hug her father.

He immediately scoops her up and hugs her warmly, giving her a kiss, before gently poking her in the side a few times and making a beeping noise (because she's definitely inherited her mom's tendency to be ticklish), causing her to squeal and giggle once again. "Night night. Love you, sweetheart."

"Love you too."

April feels her heart melting again as she watches them, before accompanying Harriet to her room to change out of her day clothes and reading her a quick bedtime story. When she returns to the lounge, Jackson is still there, having laid out a couple of glasses of wine and a fruit board on the coffee table (which felt like a tradition for them). The game of Operation is still there, causing her to frown in suspicion. He notices as she makes her way over to sit opposite him, before saying, "I think I owe you a rematch."

"What are you talking about?"

"Remember that time you hosted a game night when you were living with Reed? She turned it into a drinking game and you were so pissed."

She can't help but snort at the memory, "I just wanted a cute little game night and you guys all ended up wasted. We didn't even get to finish the game! Gosh, I miss them."

"I know. Me too," He agrees, placing the fake money back into neat little piles, "Hence, I owe you a rematch for that night. If you're lucky, I might even let you win."

"Okay, Mr. 'I only lost against our five year old because my hands are too big'," She deadpans, taking a moment to sip some of her wine and steal a strawberry from the charcuterie board, before drawing a card. "You're going down."