It's Friday! I hope you all had a great week and that you have some amazing plans to relax this weekend!

Your responses to my last chapters were so humbling. Seriously, I had no intentions of them being as big a hit as they were. HUGE shoutouts to the guests who left reviews, as well as Kavazya, Pawnee Goddess, and IrishPotatoes496. A double shoutout to IrishPotatoes496 and Cayology for following and favoriting (eek!), and to merriment for following the story and me (I didn't even know this was possible!). Seriously, all my readers are the best! I love to hear that you guys can't stop reading it. As long as you can't stop reading, I promise I won't stop writing!

Alright, so after a fairly unanimous vote, here is the April/Andy chapter you have all been waiting for! I hope you enjoy it!

April was fairly certain she was going crazy. That's it, she thought, that's the only explanation. She walked past the entryway to the living room again and peeked in at Andy who was so enthralled in his video game that he hadn't noticed this was her tenth trip past the door. She had every intention of going into the living room, but at the last minute, she panicked and bolted for the security of their bedroom once more.

She let herself fall back on their bed as she still clutched the worn papers in her hands. Andy's bucket list. Almost everything had changed since the first time Andy showed her the list six years ago. Well, not everything, her favorite comedy was still Titanic, she still didn't understand the point of buying dishes when you could just take them from restaurants and parties, and bothering Jerry was still her second favorite pastime, behind making out with Andy. But things had changed. She had graduated from vet school and worked splitting her time between Pawnee Animal Control and the vet office on Main Street. Andy had finally passed his police exam and worked as security at City Hall. They owned the house they were living in. They both had health insurance. April had even grown to like Ann, although it usually took large amounts of alcohol to get her to admit it. She and Andy had grown up. They were adults now. Well, kind of adults. I mean, if all the dishes were dirty, they were still known to eat off of Frisbees every now and then.

The biggest change, though, happened just a few months ago. April had never really liked kids, mainly because she had never really liked people in general. She and Andy had talked about having kids of their own before, and it had always been her who was reluctant about the whole parent thing. Andy was ready to jump in headfirst when they first got married. It was April who suggested, in a slight panic, that they wait until they turned fifty and then adopt adult twins from Romania. Romania doesn't even allow international adoptions, April thought, criticizing her original plan. The fact that she knew Romania's adoption policies was further proof of just how much she had actually matured.

April was perfectly happy with her life, and then one day she woke up and wanted nothing more than to be a mom. Now, it seemed that April couldn't pass a baby without the deep urge to take it and run. In fact, lately it seemed that her desire to have a baby was stronger than her desire to breathe. And that scared her. It scared her a lot. April Ludgate was not mother material, or at least that's what she used to think. That mantra was slowly being replaced with the mentality of I think I could do this. Which is why she was laying on her bed, staring at the ceiling, trying to find the guts to tell Andy that she had changed her mind.

She let her eyes wonder over the list again. Several of the items had been crossed off in a crazy attempt to be spontaneous a few years ago when that weird cult said the world was going to end. See the Grand Canyon. Become an action star. Hold a thousand dollars. All of those were marked out, but there were two in the middle of the page that April been focused on. Teach my son to throw the perfect spiral. Have a son.

April took a deep breath and determinedly sat up. She could feel the nerves spinning in her stomach, and her feet were restless as they dangled over the side of the mattress. "Stop being such a loser," she told herself, and before she could change her mind again, she stood up and headed out the door.

"Hey babe," Andy said as April marched into the living room and stopped in front of him. "Babe, you're right in front of the TV. I just got to level eight; the zombies are gonna eat me if I can't see."

"Um, can we talk for a minute?" April asked as she nervously shifted from one foot to the other.

"Sure," Andy replied, noticing the anxiety on April's face. He paused his game and put the controller on the coffee table in front of him. "Is this about your lipstick? Because I had to use it. I had the perfect song lyrics, and we have like no pencils in this house. I promise I'll replace it."

"No," April answered so concerned with whether she should sit or stand, just blurt it out or go through some long speech that she didn't really even comprehend that Andy had been using her makeup to work on his new songs. She finally settled on sitting and perched on the edge of the couch next to him.

"Oh…well," Andy shook his head as if to say that he had been making the whole thing up. "Wait, is that my bucket list?" Andy asked when he noticed the papers in April's hand.

April nodded and handed it to him.

"Wow," Andy laughed as he looked over the list. "I haven't seen this thing in forever."

"Yeah," April forced herself to laugh with him. "Um, I was thinking that maybe we could cross a few items off."

"Awesomesauce!" Andy agreed. "Which ones were you thinking? Oh, we could pretend to be mimes for a day!"

"Gross," April replied as she wrinkled her nose. "You know I don't like mimes. They're too bubbly."

"Okay," Andy agreed. "Which one were you thinking?"

"Um, I was thinking number 23," April answered as she anxiously tapped her foot on their hardwood floor.

Andy squinted at the page, "Babe, where are we gonna find a hippo?"

"Wait, what?" April asked as she pulled the paper away from him. "No, that's an eight, not a three. Here, this one," April pointed.

"Eat an entire meal with my feet," Andy read the one above April's pointing finger.

"No," April said again, growing frustrated. She really needed to take Andy to the eye doctor. "I want to have a baby!"

Andy's eyes got big as he giddily clapped his hands over his mouth.

"Stop," April begged him. "Okay, I know it's crazy, it just seems lately all I can think about is starting a family with you. And I know that I've always said I don't like kids, but I don't know, that was when I didn't really like people, and I kind of like some people now, I mean we're friends with Leslie and Ben and Chris and Ann and Ron and Diane, and I like their kids. And I think you'd be a really great dad, and I think I could learn to be a good mom-"

"Hey," Andy cut her off as he wrapped her in his engulfing arms. "You'll be an awesome sauce mom, and our kid will just be the coolest."

"You really think so?" April asked.

"I'm positive. I'm more than positive; I'm super positive. You're gonna be great. We can teach him how to play guitar, and how to do crazy stunts. He'll be a stud."

"What if it's a girl?" April asked.

"Then she'll be as beautiful and smart as you. And, as my semester in Women's Studies taught me, we can still teach her to play guitar and do her own stunts because women have the same rights as men."

April smiled at the thought of their future child. A miniature version of herself and Andy; that's what she had been craving so badly. "Okay," she said, confident that marrying Andy would always be the best decision she could ever make. "Well, I'm in. Let's have a kid."

Andy pulled her into a kiss. "Hey, do you think we could knock out number 31 while we're trying?" Andy asked as he pulled away.

"What's number 31?" April asked as she took the papers and started searching.

"Do it in Ben and Leslie's house."

"Gross," April laughed. "But yeah, they're at the City Hall meeting tonight, and Leslie gave me their spare key when I house sat last month. But we'll have to be fast."

Andy smiled smugly, "Doing it fast is my middle name."

Whoomp there it is! I hope you all enjoyed it. I told you guys last chapter that I was on a dad kick, and apparently it hasn't ended yet. I've got another chapter I'm polishing with hopes of publishing it on Sunday. We'll finally find out the name of Ben and Leslie's daughter!

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