April looked at him as she opened the door more. “That's what I was trying to avoid.”

Jackson looked at her as he adjusted his stance. “I get that. Sort of. I mean, I'm... I'm trying to get that. We can figure this out. All right?”

April nodded as she looked at her hands. “Yeah. Look, I just... I honestly... I didn't…” She sighed and looked at him. “I waited to tell you because last time... last time tore us apart. Literally. Neither one of us could help the other and everyone got hurt, and I just didn't want that... for you or me. I just... I wanted to wait until I knew that everything was okay, and I'm... I am... I am really sorry. Okay? I'm sorry.”

Jackson scoffed as he looked at her. “You wanted to wait until it was too late? Right? Until you were too far along to do anything about it.”

April furrowed her brows as she looked at him. “I'm sorry. Do what, exactly?”

Jackson shook his head as he looked at her. “I don't know... not put us through this again, or a baby, for that matter. I mean, I'd have to hold him while he dies. Maybe have some options.”

April looked at him. “Um, that is not an option for me and you know that.”

Jackson huffed as he looked at her. “What about me? Hmm? What about my option...”

April licked her lips as she looked at him. “You don't count here.”

Jackson furrowed his brows as he looked at her. “I don... I'm the father.”

April nodded as she took a deep breath. “Yes, you are. Yes. You're the father when there's a baby. But right now, you have no choice in this. It's my body, my baby.”

Jackson looked at her and let out a breath. “April.”

April looked at him and cleared her throat. “You are not my husband. You have no rights here.”

Jackson banged on the door as he stood there.