You and Jackson had been married for a few months, and everything was going well, until you ended up happily pregnant but then you lost the baby right after it was born. From there, everything slowly collapsed.

You were destroyed, Jackson tried to console you and be there for you, but you pushed him away, and at a certain point you started arguing in an exaggerated way, even at work (you worked at Grey Sloan Memorial with him), but you always did it in private or in the on-call room, in the supply room, or in the less crowded corridors, but one day, Jackson crossed the line

You had argued in the morning, more than usual, since you were furious and said you wanted a break and then left without even giving him time to answer, from there he started chasing you throughout the hospital, but by the time he managed to catch you they called you or you had an operation to do.

After a surgery, you go to the nurse station, still with the surgical cap, which you were taking off sighing with your face down, you had lost the patient. Jackson goes to you and without any problems says out loud in front of the chiefs and nurses “Now we two talk.”