A/N: This one's important! Hey, I've got a potentially terrible idea. I would love to get one of these out a day, almost like my attempt to write drabbles once a day months ago, but my creative energy is super limited. If you guys get any ideas for stuff you'd like to see head over to my askbox on my tumblr (just check my user page here for it) and drop some ideas in there. I'll let them accumulate until either I'm ready to start this endeavor or I realize there isn't enough interest to warrant the attempt. I'm going to keep writing either way, but I always enjoy the challenge of the One-A-Day.

Anyways, this one's a bit fluffier than the last. Hope you enjoy it :)

April had no idea why they volunteered. In hindsight, the idea was terrible. She already had to deal with a gigantic toddler on a day-to-day basis, and adding three more to the mix might have been the tipping point into actual madness. There had never been so much poop in her house, so many crying faces, and garbled nonsense that they were supposed to somehow interpret as language and this was only the first day. Leslie and Ben were out on the road, heading out to size up a possible National Park in the Midwest, and April and Andy had made the great snap play of suggesting they look after the kids. For most of the first year no one had ever dared to ask if they needed help mostly from the fear of Leslie taking a sizable chunk out of their head for even suggesting it. Now, however, work and parenting were starting to clash in a way that everyone could see was affecting them. So they had three kids at their house for two whole days.

"Hey, don't put that in your mouth!" April demanded, taking Champion's bone away from one of the kids.

She didn't know at what point things changed. Only a handful of years back, it would have been hilarious to watch that child eat a rawhide bone and realize the horrible mistake he'd made. Now, she was carrying him away and patting his back in the hope that she had made the right call. Somehow April had coaxed the others into taking a nap, and so far that seemed to be the best plan – divide and conquer.

"Ugh," she stared at her phone, hoping that time would magically shift forward another half an hour.

Andy was going to be late only because she had trusted him with Leslie's list of required items for taking care of her children for more than twenty minutes. In her time at the Parks department, April had seen some serious binders but the Leslie Knope Child Care Requirements and Checklist™ binder was truly a masterpiece of mindful insanity. Paring it down to the essentials, or a small novella, Andy was trying his best to gather a few things for the night. There had been a communal agreement to 'pass off' the little ones over a few days, and Ron was set to take them after April and Andy had their shift. Preoccupying her mind elsewhere, it surprised her to hear Andy pull into the driveway after what felt like an infinite span of walking around with her eyes on a mostly stationary child.

"Oh man," Andy complained as he dropped a bag on the ground, leaving it behind to set the other four on the kitchen table, "there is so much cool stuff at that bed and toilet and whatever place."

"Why is there so much stuff?" She asked, looking curiously at a massive assortment of children's food, diapers, blankets that they already had, and other odds and ends that would have racked up a bill April didn't want anything to do with.

"Yeah, about that," he said, scratching the back of his head and picking up a blue rattle. "I saw this cool rattle, and then I remembered to get food but it tasted really bad so I got them the good fake applesauce stuff, but don't worry I called Leslie and she said it was fine for them to have it."

April squinted at her husband, letting his run-on sentences continue to flow as she considered him.

"She said they never got it because it was too expensive to buy all the time, but that stuff," he punctuated with tapping a package of 'food' that vaguely resembled a sauce, "is super delicious. And I noticed they sit around with their blankets and bite on them and get 'em all gross, so I called Leslie and she said it was fine but I still got them more blankets because I know I hate when I drool in my sleep, and-"

Before he drained his face entirely of blood in the middle of marking off every one of his purchases, April pushed the baby food and clothes out of his hands and pulled him down to kiss him quickly on the lips. Not saying another word, they got to work taking out Andy's overwhelming debt in childcare form, and the rest of their 'shift' April spent the time wondering when things had changed. She liked this change.

Now all of them were walking and, much to Champion and April's chagrin, they wanted to be everywhere in the house. They had already taken the precaution of keeping every door closed off, some simply closed and others gated off with those weird little baby prisons, but some of these had proven useless against the tallest of the triplets, Chris. He was the quickest to pick up new things Andy figured out, mostly from playing memory with him and having to switch games because he had gotten bored of knowing exactly where every picture was, and noticed he watched the way he twisted a doorknob with specific intent. Despite that, he made nothing of it. At least until he found a toddler walking around a bathroom with wet tiling and a porcelain bathtub waiting to accept the child's forehead slamming into the edge.

"No, no," Andy reached out and picked the kid up, trying to keep a loose enough grip like Ben had told him, "we don't play around in the bathroom. Well, you don't."

They mutually decided to keep the bathroom door locked despite the pain in the ass it turned out to be, especially when the keys went missing and the same scenario played out once again. Andy found himself accidentally getting a little too heated over the situation, yelling at a small child for his curiosity. He was learning to use the bathroom properly, but Andy still hated having all those sharp edges so easily available and waiting to be fallen onto.

"He just kinda looked at me like this," he explained later, making a face to April. "Do you think he hates me?"

"No, babe, you did the right thing," April said, rubbing his shoulder and trying to calm him down. "He hasn't played around in there for a few hours."

She had never seen Andy so worked up about something without it involving burritos and/or a stinkbomb, so they made a compromise to go out and buy tons of rugs and carpets and wherever he felt it wasn't safe they would put them down. In a week's time any tile flooring was soon replaced with an emblazoned rug or two; or three. April had many of the same worries, in fact she had the idea to lock some of the rooms before the situation even came to it, but this was beginning to be a fun experiment with Andy so she let him take the wheel on a few of the easily fixed concerns. Andy wasn't the only one making emergency calls to Leslie, and her questions were a bit more future-oriented than April would ever admit to anyone besides her husband and Leslie.

Time had been too tight for the two of them, with Andy taking on more and more responsibilities as director for charitable events and April pouring more and more time into the shelter, so the kids were separated during their babysitting for the first time. April and Andy took Chris, who was somehow still growing seemingly every day, since April loved playing board games with him – and later she would ruminate on how disgusting that would have sounded to her in her teens – and Andy found out that, for a five year old, the kid had a cannon. Even if he did stand only twelve or so feet away, every toss of the little plastic baseball threw him for a loop.

"Babe, you gotta look at this!" Andy screamed for her from the backyard, "Chris almost took my arm off!"

April put down a pile of mostly indiscernible and, more importantly, super boring documents to take a break. What little of a backyard they had was taken up every day of that week with Andy and Chris wrestling, playing catch, and messing around with the toys that the boy had taken with him from home. Literally every single day April would finish some boring report for the shelter and look out to see the two of them running in circles, screaming to high heaven about absolutely nothing, and let the smile stick to her face for the rest of the day. The duties had shifted somewhere along the line, with April seemingly losing her part and Andy stepping up to the plate and, again, she liked it. Something about seeing Andy running around with a kid in their house felt right, and the thought stuck as she walked out to see what the fuss was about.

"Uncle Andy showed me how to 'fro real fast," Chris explained, his slight lisp making the 'th' and 's' sounds a struggle. April loved it, and couldn't help but grin at his attempts to sound it out anyways.

"Nah, it's all natural talent," Andy chuckled, moving over to tousle the kid's hair. "Whaddya say, break time?"

Chris nodded vigorously, and Andy brought both of his hands up for the inevitable high five. The two of them raced inside with April trailing behind, laughing to herself. Nothing she could say would take them off the subject of baseball, something she knew Andy wasn't even really that fond of in comparison to football, so she let them at it while Andy cooked up his 'world famous grilled cheese' and kept their conversation going for the rest of the night.

Hours later when Chris had fallen asleep and they found themselves curled up on the couch staring at the TV, April figured that they had somehow fallen into some semblance of adulthood and it was way cooler than her childhood self could account for. A few minutes of silence passed but the thought was eating away at her, so April had to speak up.

"You're so good with him Andy," she blurted out, smiling at the mental picture of the two of them running in circles, "with Chris, y'know."

"I never knew kids could be so cool," Andy answered with a chuckle, "and he likes you too."

"Yeah, but he always asks for us because of you," April explained, taking his hand and pushing her fingers between his and squeezing, "and that's awesome."

Andy laughed and looked down at her, both of them grinning awkwardly. She was reminded of the first few times they went out and the same strange charge she got from exchanges like this. Just like then, an idea started to form in her head and before she let every eventuality present itself she made a leap of faith.

"Are we ever gonna… y'know," April muttered, playing with Andy's fingers, "do you ever think about, like, what if-"

"Kids?" Andy asked, hopeful. She rolled in her lips in response and nodded, searching his face for a response. After a few seconds of silence, a small pit of worry opened up and she had to ask.

"I mean, if you think it'd be-" April started.

"What happened to the creepy Transylvanians?" Andy interrupted with an expression of honest confusion on his face.

"Romanians," she corrected him with a laugh, "and I'm serious. Do you ever think about it?"

In spite of everything that she witnessed him do for the kids there was still a minor worry that maybe he wasn't really ready or willing. Andy scratched his head and sat further back in the couch, pulling her with him as he sank. By now she was half-sitting up in his lap and Andy was rubbing his face in serious contemplation.

"Yeah, I guess," he answered, clearly unsure of where this was heading. "I figured you wanted to wait or something."

"I did, at first," April said slowly, "but the last couple years of this, and watching Leslie and Ben's kids I think… I think I want to have kids."

There were several incredible grins over the span of their marriage that April had etched into her mind: their wedding, the day they brought Champion home, and now this. Her requirements weren't that strict. The only thing that mattered, above all else, was that when she looked at Andy smiling like that the first reaction she had was to return the smile, feel every bone in her body charge with energy, and forget everything else but them. Andy's response to her statement definitely qualified for one of those grins. Locking her arms around the back of his neck she leaned in for a kiss and he was too happy to oblige.

"Dude, that's-" Andy began.

"No," April warned him jokingly before laughing.

"Yeah, let's do it," he rectified his previous statement. "I wanna make, like, thirty babies with you."

"Let's start with one," she said, resting her head on his shoulder and letting the idea wash over her.