I'm back! Finishing up some old stuff too but I had to get this idea out. This is multi-chapter story. My writers block was baaad but I feel like it's gone now finally. Thankfully. Enjoy this story and please let me know what you think...I love reading your reviews!

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Jackson Avery's BMW sat parked in the driveway of the home he and his wife April shared for the past eleven years. He had got home almost ten minutes prior but still couldn't go inside. The rain was falling down in record amounts and it was nearly pitch black outside. From the driveway he could faintly see that the lights were on, so April had beat him home from work. She usually parked in their garage so he was used to her car being hidden from his view if she was there at all.

Soon the only light on was in the kitchen and he could see her moving, most likely cooking supper. He was used to her cooking dinner every night and keeping the house tidy as usual. Although lately, they'd had a lot of cereal, sandwiches and take out. She was constantly volunteering to work doubles at the hospital and he felt like they almost never saw each other. She didn't even make time for him at work like she had for so many years before. Their midday on-call hook ups dissipated until the point where him being able to keep tabs on her at all was iffy.

He felt the faint vibration of his cell phone in his pocket and pulled it out to take a look and sighed. The Celtics were down by ten points with only a minute left in the 4th quarter. The game was done and the Celtics missed the playoffs again, just the thing he needed to help his mood.

Frustrated, he grabbed his brief case off the passengers seat and turned the car off. After he closed the drivers door he beeped the car to turn the alarm on and took a deep breath before walking inside.

April was spinning lettuce for what looked like a garden salad with dinner. He hung his keys on the hook by the door, along with his jacket. His briefcase stayed in his hands, as he was going to go into his office and work on an article he was in the final stages of writing before publication.

His now brunette wife didn't look up from the spinner. Her long hair which he had noticed was curled before work was now pulled back into a ponytail. She was wearing tight black leggings and his old Harvard t shirt that she had taken ownership of from him over ten years ago. The 'Harvard' was faded out almost completely and there were two holes in it. He leaned down and kissing her on the cheek, "Sweetheart."

She ignored his greeting, unintentionally, but it didn't go void of notice. "Salmon with a salad for dinner."

Jackson inwardly groaned. He wasn't a huge fan of salmon but she still made it from time to time. He knew he couldn't complain, he was lucky she cooked at all anymore. The thought of one more bowl of cereal for dinner made his stomach turn. He nodded appreciatively and took off to his office down the hall. It didn't go unnoticed by him that she had opened up another bottle of wine and looked to be halfway through it already.

His office was cold. It was filled with dark woods, medical books and journals and a tv so he could have the game on in the background while he worked. There wasn't much decoration and that was probably because he didn't want April to worry about decorating it and he wasn't really the type to do it himself. She didn't seem to come in there often either anymore. The one thing he had done, was edge an old sonogram over one of his awards on his desk. It caught his attention. It usually usually went unnoticed, being on his desk for so long but on a night like tonight it was hard not to see it.

He was pulled out of his trance by his wifes quiet voice, "Supper's ready."

She surprised him. More time must have gone by than he thought. It looked nowhere close to ready when he got home, the oven was still preheating since he remembered the salmon sat on a pan atop the stove.

Instead of responding he just gave a quick nod and followed her to the kitchen. They sat at the small table in the kitchen instead of the formal dining room they had but never used. It was too big for just the two of them.

His plate was already at his seat and it did look good. Even for salmon. "Thanks. It looks delicious."

She forced a smile, he could tell. After eleven years of marriage there wasn't anything he didn't know about her or her mannerisms. He could look at her and know what she was thinking without having to ask, at least he used to be able to. Her body was his in every way too, there was nothing he'd left unchartered after all of that time. He longed for it, not just for sex, but to be close to his wife again.

They ate in silence for what seemed like eternity. "I have to go to Boston for a board meeting next Thursday, I just found out today. But I'll be home Saturday morning." He offered in between bites, she poured more wine in response.

"Take it easy April." He warned, pulling the bottle to his side of the table. She uncrossed her legs and moved her hands up in defeat before getting up and walking to their bedroom. Well, she thought it was still their bedroom. Even though Jackson seemed to fall asleep on the couch late at night more times than not.

He didn't know what to do. Their warm home was now cold and his wife was more distant than ever. The worst part was he didn't know what he was doing wrong or how to fix it.

Meanwhile, April sat on their large king sized bed alone. Part of her wanted nothing more than to see her husband knock on their door and peek his head in to ask if she was ok. She'd love if he would hold her like he used to do while she tried to pull herself together. But the longer she stared at the door, the sadder she got. He wasn't coming. She was used to being alone anyway.

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