Gala

"You're going to enjoy this party because you can drink, while I'll be the one who's suffering through this sober," Ivy sulks, checking her makeup.

"Nope, this is a work function. I will not be drinking," Jackson tells her, kissing her cheek.

As he leaves the bathroom, Ivys eyes are drawn to he engagement ring. Jackson ended up giving it to her after they got home from the storm. It's a beautiful 18K diamond ring. When he showed it to her, she told him she didn't need a huge diamond like this. She wasn't going to be able to wear all the time anyways but Jackson wanted her to have a gorgeous ring.

"Hey, we should head out soon. You ready?" Speak of the devil, he comes back into the bathroom and stands behind her, "Well, look at you. You're beautiful future Mrs. Avery."

Ivy giggles, "Thank you, Mr. Avery. But you're right. We should get going."

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Jackson and Ivy link arms as they meet Owen in front of the entrance for pictures. They stand with Ivy in the middle, smiling for pictures as they have a conversation.

"Hey. Hey. I, uh... really hope this red carpet is something you two had laying around the house. We're trying to raise money tonight, not waste it," Owen tells them.

"Yeah, I enjoy strutting on it on my way to bed," Ivy sasses.

Jackson smiles at his fiance as they head into the event, "I grew up in this world. I know how it works.  We're attracting serious people with serious money and tailoring an event to them. Tonight is gonna be tasteful, sophisticated, conservative."

They walk into the venue to see circus performers and fire. They look around, mouths agape, "You and I have very different definitions of the word conservative."

Owen walks away as Ivy starts to giggle. Jackson spots the party planner and escorts Ivy to her, "Ari... what did you spend my money on?"

"This is what you want. You want spectacle- pizzazz," Ari gestures.

"Do I look like someone who wants pizzazz?" Jackson asks.

"No but your fiance does," she gestures to Ivy who is looking around like a kid in a candy store. This softens Jackson up a little as a smile graces his features, "Besides, when people think of hospitals, they think of death, disese... old people. Not sexy. We are giving them Las Vegas. We are giving them a show. People are more inclined to open their wallets if they're having fun."

A man blows on his torch right in front of Ivy and she giggles, causing Jackson to bring her closer to his body, "Come on, let's make the rounds."

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"I'm going home," the couple hears Callie say.

They make their way over, "Wait, nobody's going home. I'm giving 10% of tonight's take to the department that raises the most money. Spread the...word."

Jackson kisses Ivys check before leaving her with the girls, "Heads up, Derek is really good at this kind of thing. So am I. It's kind of genetic."

"I should get started before he does," Meredith nods.

"Oh, I think he already has," Callie points to a juggling Derek.

"Bastard. I taught him how to do that when I was 16 and he's using it against me?" Ivy complains.

Cristina and Callie gasp, "What? What's wrong?"

Callie points at Ivys stomach, "Your- you've popped!"

She looks down, "Not possible. I'm only three months!"

"Sweetie, you've definitely popped. You should use the baby to get money for the ortho department because you can't used it to get it for the trauma department," Callie pushes her forward.

"What? I'm not using my unborn child to win money. That's just...wrong," Ivy complains.

"Oh, quit complaining. We need money. Let's go future Avery."

"Oh, you can't use my impending marriage and child against me to get money!"

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Ivy sees Meredith take Bailey away from Derek. She makes her way to her brother, "You used your baby to get money. What is wrong with you people?"

"Hey, you popped," Derek commented.

"Are you saying that I'm fat?" Ivy fake sniffles.

"What? No, no, no, no. Ivy, that's not what I meant. I love you little sis," Derek realizes his mistake as people watch over the interaction.

One of the woman who was watching comes up to them, "Oh, my dear. You look beautiful. How far along are you? Are you and the father excited?"

Ivy sniffles, nodding, "Thank you, I'm about three months along. Jackson, my fiance, and I are really excited. Its our first child and we couldn't be happier."

She smiles, "Oh, congratulations. Do you work at the hospital?"

"Yes, I'm a trauma and orthopedic surgeon. The trauma department has taken a toll due to the storm. And we just keep getting patients. We're doing everything we can but what could really help us is donations," Ivy wipes the nonexistent tears away.

"Oh, we'll all go donate right away," the woman says, gesturing to the five people behind her.

Derek stands watching, mouth agape as Ivy smiles, "Thank you. It would mean so much."

As they walk away, Ivy goes back to her cheerful self and turns to her brother, "That is how you do it. Not using your baby. But the environment around you. Beat that, big brother."

Ivy finds Jackson and they make their way onto the stage. Jackson taps the mic, "Can we have your attention, please?"

They hear Callies voice, "Oh, speech! Speech! Everybody, hush up!"

"Thank you. Good evening, ladies and gentlemen. I am Dr. Jackson Avery and this is Dr. Ivy Shepherd. On behalf of the board of Grey Sloan Memorial Hospital, we just want to say, welcome," Jackson welcomes as everyone claps.

"Thank you. Now, over the past year, we have seen many, many changes, from a change in name to a change in leadership. And it has all been a challenge. It's a challenge that we all have been more than happy to accept.  As surgeons-" Ivy is cut off by one of the performers falling and landing on to Ari.