This prompt is what officially opened up this world for me. I knew I had a multi-fic world when I came up with this. It was a free choice, because I posted in on my birthday, which fell on Day 111 of this 120 day project. A multi-fic called "The Girls Only" will start soon. I don't own any of the songs referenced in this story, or the characters of Jackson Avery and April Kepner, for that matter. Thanks for R&Ring.

"We have some news for you, girls…." Jackson grinned at his two and four year olds from the couch. He took a breath, ready to reveal, but Arabella beat him to it.

"I know mama have da pop already. I knowed foreber," she said, complete with an eyeroll.

"What does that mean, Bellie Bear? Tell Tenley," April smiled big at Braelyn, cooing on her lap.

Arabella turned to her little sister. "Dares a baby in da pop in momma's belly."

"Baby in Bellie?" Tenley pointed to her sister, giggling.

"Not me, silly. I said mama's." Arabella rubbed April's belly and she felt it was safe to let out a sigh of relief. This was a complete 180 from the way Bellie had taken the news of her other two siblings, at least so far. April delighted in small victories, these days. "Mom, are you happy you have da pop?" Arabella leaned in and whispered to her mother.

"Of course, baby! Of course I'm happy!"

Arabella kissed April's cheek. "Den I happy I almos have baby sister." She was four going on 40 lately, and Jackson and April didn't know how to deal with it besides awe.

"How do you know it's a baby sister, diva?" Jackson asked his daughter. She was right.

Arabella huffed and jumped off the couch, heading toward Jackson. "It always a sister, dumby." she started punching him in the chest, angry, quick little punches.

He held her fists above her head, startled. The force of her little jabs was nothing. It was just…She'd always expressed anger when she learned of April's pregnancies, but never directly at Jackson. In fact, they usually had to shield the belly from punches. "Hey, hey, we use words in this house, lots of them. In a few different languages actually, throw some at me." April had Bella and Tenley learning Spanish since they were babies and French, lately. Bella's intelligence amazed her parents every day. She loved French. But not when she was angry, apparently.

He was ready for, "I mad." What he got took him aback. "I'm mad at you dad! Letgowa me. I goin to my room." He let her go, without a word. If she wanted to punish herself for her actions, he wasn't going to be the one to stop her. Arabella spun around and looked at her dad when she reached the end of the hallway. "Don't find me dad. Don't." She put her hand in front of her face for emphasis. Jackson was going to kill Catherine for teaching her that, no matter that "every diva needs it in her arsenal," she should not be teaching it to her granddaughter. Three kids under five should be providing enough payback for her. No need to teach the sassy one hand motions to go along with her attitude.

"What was that?" Jackson turned to April when Arabella stormed off. He didn't know whether to be more amused or concerned.

His wife was no help. "We have no idea, right Braelyn? She's not mad at us four, not our problem, dad. You should figure that out." She tickled Braelyn who was struggling to stand against the couch, before turning her attention to the toddler in the room.

"No dea." Tenley giggled. "Baby?" she asked, pointing to her mom's stomach.

"Baby!" April agreed, lifting up her shirt. Look, kiss the baby. Mommy does all the time, kiss the baby in da pop, as your sister likes to call it." Tenley did and Jackson felt the tiniest bit of resentment as he reluctantly went down the hall to face the diva. She seemed to be giving him more trouble lately and he had no idea why. Usually Arabella spread sass equally, and the extra attention she was giving him lately was worrisome.

"Arabella Catherine Avery," Jackson said, from the doorway of his daughter's bedroom. She was sitting on her canopy bed, legs crossed, reading her beloved Bearinstein Bears. She was slowly learning to read, but not quite there yet.

She gave him the evil eye for interrupting her. "Daddy Abery," she shot back at him, matching his serious tone.

Jackson chuckled a little, to himself. He dared not ever show her how adorable she was, ever, or else they'd have an even bigger diva on their hands. "Would you like to go get a cheeseburger with me, princess?"

"No!" Arabella crossed her arms defiantly and went back to her book.

"No? But cheeseburgers are your favorite. C'mon, just Bellie and daddy. Maybe we'll get sperry ice cream, after, too. That sound good?"

"I want chicken nuggies! They my fabrite." Arabella looked at her father cautiously, knowing she was treading a thin line.

"Ok, so you get chicken nuggies then, come on."

"Ok, I get chicken nuggies and sperry ice ceam." She slid off the bed and took her father's hand in the doorway, suddenly his best friend.

"Oh, so now you like me?" He tickled her as he took her in his arms, eliciting the sweet giggles he lived for.

"I ony mad about da pop. But I starbing dad." Adding the dramatic effect was her specialty. In the living room she whispered in his ear. "We get nuggies for ebryone?"

"No, baby because when we get home it will be too late for Tenley to eat, I think mommy has something yummy for her."

"Ok, but I ask mom for da baby in da pop, pweese let me down." Jackson obliged and watched intently as Arabella climbed on the couch next to April.

"Mommy, me and dad getting chicken nuggies and sperry ice ceam. We be back later. What you and da baby in da pop want?"

"Bellie, that's so nice of you to think of mommy and the baby. Hmmm…I think I want a bacon cheeseburger, can you remember that?"

"Yeah, easy. What for ice ceam?"

"I don't know yet, diva, I'll text daddy later."

Arabella patted April's tummy. "Ok, you tex dad and rest, mommy. No be sad." She kissed April's cheek and then lifted up her shirt, kissing her tummy. "Bye baby." Jackson raised his eyebrows at his wife from behind his daughter's back. April gave him a quick shrug. A little too quick.

"Bellie Bear, let's go before all the chicken nuggies in the place are gone." Reluctantly Bellie let go of her mom.

"Bellie, mommy is so happy," April assured her daughter. "I'm gonna make nuggies for Tenley and then we're gonna practice our words and feed Braelyn, and we want you to have the best time with your daddy and not be worried about us. Right, Tenley girl?"

"Yes!" Tenley nodded at her sister seriously.

"If you want a piggyback ride, hop on now, diva, I'm leaving for nuggies."

"I lub you mommy," Bellie called, as she went through the door on Jackson's back. The worried edge in her voice did not subside.

"So diva, are you still mad at daddy?

"Mmmm hmmm," she nodded her head, resolutely, but was concentrating on eating her nuggies and fries.

"That makes me so sad, can you tell me why?"

"You gib mommy da pop. Pop Pop telled me."

"Wooow," Jackson whistled. "You and pop pop keep some serious secrets huh? Did Pop Pop tell you mommy had the pop?" They had just gone to Boston two weeks ago for the annual photoshoot, but were so used to just telling the girls when April was 6 months, they'd asked Harper and Catherine not to say anything. Guess they'd have to rethink that strategy in the future. There would be a future, as far as Jackson was concerned, because he did not yet have a son.

"No! I jus telled you dad, I knows mommy hab the pop foreber ughhh!" Arabella sighed and rolled her eyes. "I telled Pop Pop mommy hab the pop. He jus say oh really. And I ask him who gib mommy da pop. Pop Pop tells truf." Bellie huffed.

"Bellie, I'll tell you the truth too. Don't you love your sisters? What's wrong with the pop why does it make you sad?"

"'Acause da pop make mommy sad."

"When baby, what do you mean?" Arabella ate her nuggies, over the conversation. He'd have to approach it from a different angle.

"Hey princess, what do you do with mommy all day when daddy's at work?" Braelyn was only 6-months when April found out she was pregnant, again. She very reluctantly decided to take a leave of absence from work, and was just home with the girls, for now.

"We dos numbers and colorin' and Fwench words and Spanish and we eats lunch and sometimes we hab dance party."

Jackson laughed. "A dance party, huh? What do you dance to?" April knew Jackson hated to dance, but she used to dance around him all the time, trying to make him smile. She hadn't danced, recently, now that he thought about it. Maybe she saved it all for the dance parties, "I dancies to Taylor Swif. Tenley like Ariana. Mommy like Lady Anebell." She smiled, thinking about it.

"What's so funny princess? I see that smile."

"Da song funny. I no no why you don' take me dowtown."

"That's mommy's song, huh?" They hadn't been on a date since Valentine's Day, since she told him she was pregnant, six months ago.

"Yeah, ebryone hab a song, dad."

"What's your song, baby?"

"Shake It Off. Das funny too."

"And what's Tee's song?"

"Pop-oh-lar." She no no what day say. And we all hab a sad song."

"What does that mean, baby?"

Arabella shrugged. "When mommy sad she play Jesus take wheel. And she pick me up and we slow dancies acause mommy neber did wif you, dad. And mommy cry and I kissies her cheek and tells her it OK." Arabella suddenly paused and dropped a chicken nugget, her face, tears threatening to leave her eyes. But she was a tough girl, she held them back when she wanted to. "Oh, no dad!"

Jackson leaned forward, taking his daughters hand. "What's wrong sweetheart?"

"I telled you a girls only. The dancies and sad song are girls only."

Jackson raised his eyebrows, confused and a little bit alarmed. "What does that mean, Arabella?"

"Mommy say shhh no telling daddy. He no like to dance and mommy keep cryin' a see-ret." She put her head in her hands.

"It's OK, baby. Mommy tells daddy secrets all the time."

"Not the girls only dad. You a boy. I not dumb."

"OK, Bellie. Is that why you don't like the pop?"

Arabella nodded. "It gib mommy bad dreams yeserday." Jackson knew yesterday could've been a week ago, a month ago. He never left the bed last night.

"What happens when mommy has a bad dream, and daddy's not there, Arabella?"

"She say Jacksie, Jacksie, Jacksie and wake me up. And den I go to da bed where daddy goes and I tells her 'It ok, Bird. I gib her hugs and kissies and mommy say I'm not bird, I'm mommy. And I say 'Ok, mom. Bellie here. Bad dream go away.' And we snuggles."

"You heard daddy say Bird once, baby?"

"Yeah, wheneber mom sad…you say I here, Bird."

"Well thank you for taking care of mommy when she has a bad dream." This was all worrying Jackson, but he didn't let her see, of course.

"Oh no, dad, I telled anoder girls only." This time there was no stopping the tears.

"Oh Arabella, sweetheart, let's call mommy and ask what she wants for ice cream, OK? Let's go home and eat ice cream with Mommy. But I need you to call her and ask what she wants. She didn't text me."

"OK, yeah, I ask my mom," Bellie sputtered through tears.

Jackson called talked first and debriefed April about the girls only. But she swore the only thing she used that for was the dancing and silly things like extra candy. She was very concerned when she got on the phone with her daughter.

"Arabella, did you know your daddy is the best secret keeper ever?"

"I no nos dat."

"Yeah your dad is the best at keeping secrets. He helped mom keep a big one, one time. And he told no one until I said OK."

"OK, mom."

"Bellie did you make up your own girls only?"

"Yeah, acause mommy no like eberyone to knows she cry."

"Well, I want you to tell him every single one, OK? Every girls only in your head." April didn't exactly keep secrets from Jackson, she just didn't tell him things, sometimes. But she had an idea of what Bellie would tell him, and was prepared to come clean, that night. She was ashamed at having put her daughter through this.

Arabella immediately sounded happier. "Mom, dares just one more."

"I know sweet girl, I know which one. You tell him how you helped your mom and can get me peanut butter chocolate chip. But I want you to stay with your daddy and snuggle on the couches with your sperry ice cream before you come home. Just daddy and Bellie. "

"OK, peanut choco chip, dad, but we stay on couchies acause I hafta tell you the udder girls only."

"OK, Bella, that sounds great."

"I love you, Bellie."

"I lub you, mom danks for bein' not mad."

"You're welcome, sweet girl."

When they were settled on the couches at the local ice cream polar, Jackson took a deep breath. "Hey Bellie girl, what's your last girls only?"

"Oh one time mommy was sad and she just cudden't get out ob bed, she just cudden't dad, no be mad." Arabella stated to cry again, this time out of fear for her mother.

"I'm not, mad. I'm not. What happened?"

"Mommy could help Braelyn but she cudden't help me and Tenley. I make Cheer-os for us. And help Tee wif potty and pick out what she weared, I be such a big girl and den we snuggle wif mom all day. No numers. Letters or langugies. And daddy not come home foreber. Den mommy be OK next day an' say Bellie be a big girl. Don't be mad, dad. She just be tired. I dink 'acause da pop."

Jackson kissed his daughter's cheek as she dug into her strawberry ice cream again. "I'm not mad, baby. I'm proud you were such a big girl. I'm not mad at your mommy." But he was oh so worried.

Jackson and April sat in the living room later that night, waiting for Bellie to put on her pajamas so they could put her to bed together. She refused help getting dressed these days. "So, you wanna talk?" April yawned, resting her head on her husband's shoulder.

"Not tonight, love. Tonight I wanna dance with you." April's eyes widened in disbelief, they'd never danced before, ever. "Put on your song." She put on Carrie Underwood and pulled Jackson close to her, baffled as to why he never wanted to dance, he was doing fine. "Hey Bird?" he asked, as she rested her head on his shoulder, again.

"Yeah?"

"Do you wanna stop, after this one?"

"Absolutely not. My family is not complete yet."

"But babe, you're getting older and you're depressed and…"

"I thought we weren't talking about this tonight?"

Suddenly Bellie came in and started pulling at Jackson's leg. "No no no, dis a girls only dance. Only mom and Bellie dansies a dis."

"OK, OK, calm down Arabella, how about daddy and Bellie dance? I have the perfect song," April pat her daughter's head.

Jackson picked Arabella up in and took her little hands in his. "Daddy's dancing one night only, isn't that silly?"

Arabella giggled as she put her head on her dad's shoulder. "My dad silly."

The music blast from the ipod speakers and Jackson cracked up laughing. "Oh no, deep fried country…I shoulda known."

I don't dance, but here I am
Spinning you around and around in circles
It ain't my style, but I don't care
I'd do anything with you anywhere
Yes, you got me in the palm of your hand
'Cause, I don't dance

"You wanna spin big girl?"

"Yeah, us spin dad." So, they spun around in circles as April watched, smiling and rubbing her belly.

"Dad, I knows my sister in da pop's name," Bellie whispered in Jackson's ear.

"Oh really, what is it? Jackson asked, surprised.

"Her name Adalaide. So we bof starts wif A. And I takes care of her."

"I think that's a pretty name, Bellie, here lets get Mommy to dance with is and then we'll tell her the name."

"Yeah, tell her." So the four of them danced in the middle of the living room, until Bellie fell asleep in Jackson's arms.