"I hope she'll look like you." Andy says, suddenly. April, in her post-sleep haze, takes a minute to understand what he means. Andy places his hand over her stomach.
April turns her head to the side, murmurs "Shut up...", but can't help smiling at the thought.
"No, but seriously," Andy continues enthusiastically. "And I hope she'll be just like you, too."
April groans again in response, but Andy doesn't seem to care. "She'll be funny, and smart, and totally awesome. Just like her mom."
"So what you're saying is," April rolls back onto her other side, being careful not to lie on her small-but-visible bump, "you just want, like, a smaller version of me?" She tries to at least make it sound uninterested.
"Yes." He's staring at the ceiling, full grin on his face. "That would be adorable."
"It would not." She scoffs, because she has to protest somehow, lest she get caught up in all of this too.
"Yeah, it totally would." Andy replies, turning onto his side to face her. He's still grinning widely, so April gives him a half smile in response. "Imagine a tiny little April Ludgate running around, pissing everyone off..."
"Ew, no." She wrinkles her nose. "I was a really shitty kid."
"I bet you weren't."
"No, I was. Trust me. You've never seen me as a kid, I was horrible-"
"Actually, I have." Andy interjects. "Seen you as a kid, I mean."
"What?" April sits up straight so fast that it kind of hurts her back. "How?"
"Natalie showed me some photos of you when you were younger. You were so cute."
"When was this?" She tries to be more annoyed, but for some reason she just isn't. She never really gets annoyed when she's with Andy.
"Last week, when we told everyone that we're having a girl. She told me that I should at least know which gene pool I'm picking from, or something."
"Ugh." April groans, laying back down again. "If our daughter ends up looking like that I'm gonna scream."
Andy just laughs in response.