Stole My Heart ❤️ {a Jackson Avery Love Story} (continued)

Chapter 210:

Today is Amy's first day back to work and I would be lying if I said I wasn't a bit nervous for her. But, I'm gonna try my best to help her when she needs it.

I see Mer with Maggie and Amy walking in so I run and catch up to them.

Delilah: hey!
Maggie: there you are! Look at you two! You're on the cover!

I chuckle when I see Maggie holding a copy of the article.

Meredith: put it away.
Amy: you guys are like rockstars, of the clinical variety.
Delilah: guys, please put it away.
Meredith: are you ready to operate today?
Amy: yep.
Maggie: so exciting. What do you have?
Amy: skull base schwannoma.

We approach the nurses station and I see Koracick standing by.

Tom: yes, thanks to me, you are back– a finely-tuned, tumor-free surgery machine. And I'm officially handing your part of the department back to you. Oh, nice picture cover girls.
Delilah: thanks Koracick.

I walk off with Meredith. As we walk around, we bump into Bailey and Webber.

Bailey: doctors never get the cover!
Meredith: Derek and Delilah did!
Webber: it's still impressive. You'll be at the new-intern mixer tonight?
M&D: do we need to be?
Bailey: you better be!

Just then, Alex pops around and wraps his arm around my waist.

Alex: look at my best friend.
Delilah: oh Alex, stop it! Put it away.
Alex: look, can one of you, uh, put Jo on your service and be nice to her?
Meredith: I'm always nice to Jo.
Delilah: so am I.
Alex: well, you need to be real nice. You know, like Lilah nice.

I chuckle at Alex.

Alex: look, she's bummed that her name's not on the paper.
Meredith: that wasn't her fault.
Alex: I'm just saying please.

I see Jackson and Dylan come around and Jackson pulls me into a hug from behind.

Dylan: really Mer? The cover?
Meredith: well, if it makes you feel any better, I hate that picture. At least Lilah looks good in hers.
Dylan: it does, actually. Thank you.
Jackson: damn straight. My wife looks hot.

I chuckle as Jackson kisses my cheek.

Alex: I'm with Avery. My best friend is hot.
Jackson: watch it Karev.
Delilah: boys, boys, enough. There's enough awesomeness to go around.
Alex: anyways, why do you care? I mean, you could just buy a journal and put your own face on the cover.
Dylan: that's not really the same, is it Karev?
Alex: man, if I had that much money, I wouldn't be here. I-I'd be on a-a boat– a big boat. Dude, don't worry about the paper. I mean, Jo's name wasn't on it either.
Dylan: you know what? I think I need a sick day.
Jackson: you're really that upset about it? Dude, I should be upset, not you. The Harper Avery has my last name, I should be upset.
Dylan: oh yeah, yeah. Also, I just bought a boat, so...

Alex grabs Dylan's phone and I look over Jackson's shoulder to look at the giant boat that Dylan just bought.

Alex: oh man.
Dylan: how are you feeling?
Alex: I-I'm feeling sick too.
Dylan: Jackson?
Jackson: I'm dying. Totally sick.
Dylan: yeah, I thought so.
Alex: alright.

I roll my eyes at the three men.

Delilah: you're really leaving your wife to go hang out on a boat?
Jackson: I love you. I'll see you tonight.

I glare at Jackson as he kisses my cheek then walks off with Dylan and Alex.

Delilah: men.

I walk off and I end up bumping into Scotty.