Happy Friday! I apologize for the lack of updates this week. Our Parks and Rec department has been getting ready for our city summer camp, so I've been in full Leslie mode this past week! Here's some Tom and Ann lovin' to hold you over.

Also, I need your help. What would Leslie and Ben name their daughter? I'm at a complete and total loss.

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"What's up my lil' Annie the Boo Bear," Tom smiled and winked as he slid into Ann's office.

Ann didn't look up from her computer. "What do you want, Tom?" she asked already losing her patience. It was almost five, and she was tired and ready to go home.

"Can't a person just come say hello to Pawnee's most smokin' mom?" Tom cajoled as he perched himself on the edge of Ann's desk.

"Get out," Ann pointed to the door of her office. Nothing good ever came from Tom when he started a conversation with flattery, and Ann wasn't in the mood to waste her time listening to Tom wheedle his way around to a favor just for Ann to say no in the end.

"Whoa, whoa, whoa, lil' momma," Tom put his hands up defensively. Truth be told, he was a little scare of Ann. He was a tiny guy, and Ann could totally beat him up. It had happened on a few occasions. "I've come with a business proposition."

Ann rolled her eyes and sighed. Tom's "business proposals" usually had one thing in common. She had hoped that maybe he would have backed off after she and Chris got married, but there was no such luck. "If it involves me having sex with you, I will take you down right here and now."

"As nice as that sounds," Tom smiled, "that is not part of my current proposal; however, I would be open to leaving that option on the table." Tom raised an eyebrow as if to offer it to her. "And maybe a few other things on the table too, if you know what I mean."

"Tom, I'm going to give you to the count of ten to tell me why you're here," Ann said in what Leslie referred to as her mom voice.

"Okay," Tom said as he sat down in the chair across from her desk. "Being a mom can be hard sometimes, and you work a lot, and so I thought I'd offer to the take the little one off your hands for an evening."

Ann laughed at the absurdity of his request. Tom Haverford was offering to watch her nine-month old son. The same man who killed all of Leslie's plants when she went to visit Ben in Washington D.C. by watering them with Vitamin Water. "What?" he had said in defense, "Everybody knows Vitamin Water is the new water." This was the same Tom who was so immature that he wore a tweed suit jacket and fedora around the office for a week and insisted on being called "Tom Swagaford."

"Were you dropped on your head as a child?" Ann asked bluntly.

Tom had accounted that Ann probably wouldn't part with her infant easily, because she found personal fulfillment in being a mom or whatever. "Look," he said in his best I-really-do-mean-well voice, "I just thought you'd like a night just you, Chris, and Connor. I'm sure the little Traegermister would like a night with his mom and dad to himself." Tom flashed Ann one of his best smiles. That's what confirmed Ann's suspicions. Tom was up to something.

"Why do you really want Chase for an evening?" Ann asked, her eyes narrowing in on Tom.

"I-I-I told you!" Tom stuttered, nervous that Ann was catching on. He was sure that if he told her the truth there was no way she'd let him watch Chase. "I just think Connor would really appreciate an evening without the little chicken nug in the house, and I'm sure that you and Chris would appreciate it too-"

"You want to use my son to try to get women," Ann cut him off, seeing right through his plan.

"What? Ann, that's crazy!" Tom attempted to defend himself, but Ann could see right through his nervous chuckling.

"You were. You were going to take my son and try to pick up chicks."

"Okay," Tom admitted. "Yes, I might have had plans to take Chase to a Mommy & Me yoga class to try to pick up some women, but I also just wanted to spend some time with the little guy. Please, Ann. I promise I'll take really good care of him, and it will only be for a few hours."

Ann eyed Tom with his desperate plea and caught herself contemplating it. She was fairly certain that handing her son over to Tom for a evening wasn't going to earn her any Mother of the Year awards, but it had been a long time since she and Chris had had an evening to themselves, and Tom was willing to babysit for free. "Fine!" Ann gave in. "You can watch him for the evening, but you're taking Connor too."

"What? Ann, no!" Tom whined. That was not part of his plan. "A man with one baby – super sexy, irresistible, bam! Instant bang. A man with two kids – you mine as well put me in pleaded khakis paired with a Hawaiian shirt. Plus, Connor's like 10. Ten-year- olds aren't cute, Ann, they're just annoying. Women don't want to see you caring for a ten-year-old, they want to see you holding an adorable baby."

"Okay," Ann stopped him before he could continue. "First off, Connor is only five, and he is adorable. Second, you will be holding a cute baby, you'll just also have a five-year-old by your side. It's both or nothing." Ann justified that if she at least sent Connor, he would make sure that Tom didn't leave Chase somewhere, or in the event he left both children somewhere, Connor at least knew how to work a cell phone.

Tom pouted in his chair. "But Ann-"

"No," Ann stopped him. "Both or nothing."

Tom thought it over. He'd been in a bit of a dating rut lately, which was why he was desperate enough to employ Ann's children. "Fine," Tom said at last, "but you have to let me dress them."

"Fine," Ann agreed, "but if Jean Ralphio is so much as within ten feet of my children, so help me Tom, I will break into your house and snap all your Ray Bans."

"What! Not my Ray-Ray-Banz!"

"Yes," Ann clarified. "And I'll let my children color on your Sperrys."

"But those are my booooaaattin' shoes!" Tom whined.

"And these are my kids," Ann lectured, "so you will be careful with them. You will watch them at all times. You will hold their hands. You will listen to them."

"I promise," Tom reassured her. "I've watched them around the building before, and I've babysat for Leslie and Ben plenty of times."

Ann sighed. She couldn't believe she was doing this, but she needed a night with just her and Chris. A night where she didn't have to clean up snot or spit-up or fight Connor into a bath. "You can pick them up tomorrow at 5:30."

"Perfect, Ann! You will not regret it," Tom said as he stood up to leave before Ann could change her mind.

"Oh Tom," she called after him. Tom stopped and poked his head back in her office. "The boys' car seats are a real pain to take out and put back in, so you'll just have to take my minivan."

"Are you kidding me?" Tom asked.

Ann smiled and turned back to her computer.

Two kids and a minivan. If Tom could pull this off, he was definitely changing his name back to Tom Swagaford.

There you go! I hope you enjoyed it. There will be more to come soon!

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