A/N: So I had intended to finish writing something else to fulfill a different prompt, but then some anon left me a ridiculously cute prompt on tumblr. I took a little liberty with the nature of it, but I hope it turned out okay. Remember that if you get any ideas, or you have any sort of feedback, you can talk to me anywhere. I'm, like, totally friendly and stuff.

Enjoy!

Andy liked to think that he knows his wife better than almost anyone but he's never been able to do so well when she's sick. Sometimes April relished in staying home, laying in bed, and sat around watching TV and eating everything in the house she can get her hands on and other times it's like every time Andy talks to her he's the devil incarnate. There must be one of those weird instinct things in him because when she's sick he feels like trying a bunch of different stuff to make her feel better and at this point in his life it's all a crapshoot whether it works out or not. That day all she said was that she didn't feel like going to work, so she didn't. For all of her bluster April didn't miss a whole lot of work days despite whatever she'd say to the contrary, and Andy knew the look of that weird sick that almost looked like a hangover all too well.

The previous few weeks April had gotten sick a few days every week and never seemed to get better throughout the day. In fact, as the day wore on, April just seemed to get worse and stay in a constant state of grouchy discontent until the next morning. She had been a bit distant with Andy too, and that bothered him but he just chalked it up to something important at work and tried not to think too much about it. Usually when he over thought things all that came out of it was a lot of anxiety and a bunch of headaches, and Andy hated feeling like something bad was about to go down in their marriage. That day, April looked the same as she did the last few weeks – sort of pale, groggy, and refusing to get up for hours at an end.

"Okay, there's a bunch of pop tarts in the toaster and a bowl of chili in the microwave," Andy started, checking off things on his hand with a marker, "and I think there's still a can of soup… somewhere in here."

Somehow there was still food in the house, which would forever mystify Andy. They barely ate anything other than take-out or stuff they stole from the City Hall cafeterias and usually most of the stuff that was sitting around had to be at least a few weeks beyond edible. Even so, he didn't like just leaving without doing something and since April looked like she would scream if he talked to her for more than a few seconds Andy decided prepping some food was the best he could do.

"Ugh, that all sounds gross," she turned her nose up to his list but didn't say anything else on the subject.

"Well, I gotta go honey, so I uh… I'm gonna go do that," he leaned down and gave her a peck on the temple before starting to turn around.

He still felt awkward leaving her like that, but she was a grown woman (she had told him as much the last time he tried to be super helpful) and he was just going to get in her way – again – so Andy had to pretend he wasn't going to care about it all day. All he could do was make sure that there was a bunch of water bottles near the bed and a clear path to the bathroom.

"Andy, don't go," she moaned, her eyes still closed and her body all rolled up in every one of the blankets they had.

"I've got, like, two shows to do this morning, babe," he said, going back to quickly sit down on the bed and rub her shoulder. "I'll be home in a few hours."

"Who cares, screw Johnny Karate," she complained and grabbed his hand, pulling it into hers and tugging lightly.

"Babe, these are really paying a lot-"

"Fine," April interrupted, pushing Andy's hand away and curling up into a ball underneath the covers.

There was always something really effective about that play, about April getting the idea into her head that he just didn't care, and it always worked. Andy had never been able to beat that move and she knew it, and he knew how often she'd try it just to win an argument. Usually though April never put on as much of a show, so Andy took a deep breath and slipped off his shoes and the pants he was wearing.

Crawling into the bed beside her, Andy pulled her closer into him and wrapped his arms around her stomach. He felt her hands move back into his and Andy instinctively put his head on her shoulder to look at her. April and Andy wouldn't admit to it but, between the two of them, cuddling was pretty awesome. Andy liked the way April would sometimes grind a little against him, or smile when she felt him enfold her entire body in his, and April wasn't going to let anyone take that togetherness away from her for anything.

"So, what's the plan here," Andy whispered, resting against April and wondering what schemes they could cook up in total silence. "Do we uh… like, do it or watch TV and make out or-"

"No, this is good," she mumbled.

"Cool," was all Andy said.

Lying there, with April nestled right next to him Andy wondered how crazy some people could be. With that smile still stuck to her face, losing a few hours' worth of money wasn't at all a big deal to Andy. He had heard from so many of his friends and family that he should be ready for when the love sort of dies down in their marriage and be prepared for when he just hates April's guts, but Andy simply couldn't fathom that. It wasn't even that he thought he was different from anyone else in that way or that it was somehow going to be different for them – Andy literally couldn't comprehend not liking April and certainly didn't get the idea of not being insanely in love with her. It wasn't an uncertainty. It was an impossibility not to want her every day. He figured that well into their sixties they'd be playing pranks on kids on Halloween and trying to convince their neighbors they were ghosts. Hell, they did that already and that would only get funnier as they got older.

"Did you drink a lot last night or something?" Andy asked, suddenly curious as to why she was so… destroyed that morning. "I didn't think you had much, there were only like two beers in the fridge…"

Now that he said it out loud, it became apparent that April had been turning down drinks an awful lot lately. She never did that – usually she was completely gone by the time Andy had only gotten a few drinks in him.

"No Andy, that's not it," she spoke slowly. "That's not it."

April rolled over and looked at him intently, something that had about a fifty-fifty success rate in terms of this being something good. Andy didn't know if this made the odds better or worse but his head was starting to hurt thinking about it so all he did was crane his neck in response.

"Y'know how I've been getting sick… like, a lot lately?" she asked, and Andy was starting to notice something weird about the way she was talking and looking at him.

"Yeah, sure," he answered, repositioning himself so that they were facing eye-to-eye.

April didn't show lots of emotion to other people, except when it was times like this, only when it was just Andy around, and then she became a little different – different in a way that made Andy feel important and special having known this side of April. When she finished asking the question, her voice did that sort of lilting sound where she sounded like she had trouble breathing and her face was trying to fight back a smile – Andy knew that look really well by this point – and at this point Andy figured that this was, at the very least, good news.

"And you know how I said I was gonna try something last month?" she asked again, biting her lip and not even attempting to hide the smile now.

Andy did remember her saying that but he just figured she was going to try a different sandwich for lunch or something. He was starting to feel a little clueless about where this was heading and it kind of frightened him. Andy knew April saw that in his face when she covered the minute distance between them and put her lips to his ear and whispered:

"I'm pregnant."

Sometimes Andy had this dream, or at least something like it where he and April would go back to the Grand Canyon and do it in the middle of the crater, and then he'd wake up around this time when she said she was pregnant. Expecting to wake up, he quickly closed his eyes and opened them back up, expecting to find Champion panting in his face and looking at him expectantly. Instead, April was still there with her little grin and looking like she was searching his face for a response to that bombshell.

Realizing that it wasn't a dream, and having a million different thoughts running through his head, Andy thought his brain was just going to shut off for a moment. In a sort of sensory overload all he could do was keep his mouth open and gape dumbly at her. Every muscle in his body was going into action, demanding to be used to pick April up off of the bed and run down the streets of Pawnee screaming about the new information. His brain was quickly trying to sort through every reaction it could and everything was coming to a screaming, grinding halt when he couldn't figure out what to do.

"That's… wow, are you sure?" Andy asked. "Like, you're sure you're pregnant? And I mean like really, super duper baby-inside-of-you pregnant and not adopting weird Eastern Europeans 'pregnant?'"

"Yes, it's the gross baby-in-the-gut pregnant," she answered him before her face dropped noticeably and she looked a little unsure. "It's cool that I did that, right? You're not mad at me-"

"Mad… at you for – I, what?" Andy could barely start sentences now let alone finish them. "This is the coolest thing you have ever done, babe. You got secret pregnant – with me!"

"It's not like it was a secret, I was dropping hints, like, months ago dude," she chuckled.

Thinking back on it, Andy did realize it was kind of weird that April suddenly wanted to be talk to Leslie and Ron by herself a lot more. She even talked to Ann at one point which should have been the real red flag for him, but Andy was too busy to notice it. At some point he figured that they just wouldn't have kids and while he was kind of upset at that, Andy just let it go and tried to focus on the awesome marriage instead. Being married to April and having no kids would be way better than being married to someone awful and having them anyways, so it wasn't really that hard.

"Yeah, well it's still awesome. Holy crap, I'm gonna be a dad," he whispered and didn't realize how cool of a feeling those words could have until he said them. "I'm gonna be a kid's dad and you're gonna be their mom. Dude, this is great."

"Totally," April answered, still smiling.

With that smile she destroyed every hint of worry over April not wanting kids. Then a thought came to Andy and he couldn't shake it for the life of him despite wanting to do nothing more than sit there and think about how amazing their child would be.

"Why didn't you just tell me?" he wondered, sincerely curious why she would keep that information from him.

"I don't know, I got sort of scared I guess," she admitted, looking away from him for a second. "Like, I didn't know if I really wanted to be a mom but when it finally sort of… happened, I couldn't stop thinking about it. I didn't know it felt so awesome, I always thought it would be gross."

"Me too, but now we can do this super gross thing together," Andy said, grinning broadly.

"It's gonna be such a disgusting baby," April whispered, eyes darting between his lips and his eyes.

"Totally," was all he could say before the desire to lean in and kiss her again was too overwhelming.

All of the potential thoughts and worries were swirling in Andy's head but he couldn't the image of April holding up two tiny little arms while their kid walked out of there. He imagined seeing her face light up when a child said something to one of them for the first time, and he was going to pretend that thought alone wasn't enough to send his mind reeling with excitement. He never thought of himself as a sappy guy, but Andy couldn't stop thinking about the kid – their child.

It was, quite simply put, amazing.