A/N: This is what I call the 'ole consolidation. I took two prompts (one from thecaptainandthedoctor from ffnet, the other an anonymous tumblr-ite) and pushed them together until I came up with something I liked. Hopefully it turned out okay and neither of you get mad at me for mangling your original ideas too much!

I'm friendly I swear, so you can always talk to me - though your best bet is probably tumblr.

Andy sat back in the little plastic chair and tried not to think about how much of a pain in the ass it would be to stand up, instead focusing on watching his wife play with their daughter and the Knope triplets. As the years went on, even as the age gap became more and more apparent, the four of them were inseparable in a way that confused Andy. The triplets were moving on to high school and still came over a few times a month to hang out with Uncle Andy and Aunt April, playing games with the younger girl. To be fair, April was glad that the only kids that came over were the triplets and rarely others their daughter's age. Andy didn't mind when she told him that, but then they were called in by a school counselor and asked a bunch of weird questions that made him incredibly angry at the guy. So he was just happy she had some friends, even if they were going to going to college when Roberta barely made it into high school.

"Andy, go get the… the thing," April shouted to him while trying her best to weave between four kids in their small yard and say something at all cogent.

"Yep, the thing – totally got it," he returned, shaking his head and walking back inside to try and figure out what in the hell she meant.

In retrospect there wasn't much she could have been referring to, since all it seemed Leslie's kids were into was sports. Somehow, between Ben and her, their interests as a whole fell entirely on everything from soccer to baseball with scarcely a concern for politics or comic books. Andy wasn't going to hesitate to teach their son how to properly throw a curveball since it didn't seem like his daughter was going to be into anything other than playing around in the dirt. That was definitely cool by them, but Andy would be lying if he wasn't a little disappointed.

Then, when she turned six, it seemed like little Roberta was way too influenced by all her time with the Knopes to be into anything other than playing soccer with the triplets. It was an obsession for the little girl and before they knew it April and Andy found themselves more invested in peewee soccer than most things in their life. By the time she was nine and the triplets were getting close to fourteen, April and Andy had supported her in signing up for all the grade school teams she wanted but Roberta only wanted to play soccer.

Digging through a pile of things in the spare room, Andy remembered the first day that April had told him she was pregnant. It was probably the greatest thing Andy had ever heard someone say in his entire life, but April kept telling him how scared she was. That was more surprising than anything since he always assumed she just didn't like kids, but after a while he discovered that she was worried she couldn't handle a kid.

Pulling out the half-mangled net and posts, Andy walked back to the sliding door leading to their backyard and watched carefully as his wife tackled one of the taller girls and was soon dogpiled by the other three. Interspersed throughout the blonde mess, Andy caught a few glimpses of Roberta and her mom wrestling underneath everything that was going on above them. He didn't know what to call that feeling other than blessed when he looked at April and wondered what his life would be like without her but whatever he assumed that feeling of being blessed was like was nothing in comparison to watching his daughter grow up. Five-thousand candles didn't even cut it when he watched the two of them play around like that.

"Now you can play some real 2v2," Andy announced, shaking the posts in his hand as he made his entrance into the yard.

He went to work setting the goals up while April managed to gather the kids inside for a break. Andy found out that he liked working with his hands because it gave him time to think without worrying about his brain getting too focused on all of that stuff, and when Ron invited him to come learn a few things when he built a crib for them he ended up working on a few of the rails himself. Even dumb little things like putting together the plastic goals felt relaxing to him. It was strange, almost like a weird domesticity he never thought he'd have with April.

Even when it was just the two of them and they had some semblance of a pattern – a daily schedule just for them – Andy never thought April would be the kind of mom who went to a kindergartener's soccer game. Neither did she, and at first she seemed confused at her own investment, but Andy finally understood what April meant when she had said that Andy never looked sexier than when he entertained kids.

"Babe, there's a pizza coming in twenty," April told him when she came back into the yard, "so make sure you grab that, okay?"

"Got it," Andy stood up slowly, one hand on his leg and trying his best to ignore the pain. "Yep, got it. Just gotta get a pizza."

"Dude, you gotta get that checked out," she said, watching him squint in pain. "The doctor said it was arthritis or something, right?"

"Only old people get arthritis," he explained, rolling his wrist and wincing at the dull throbbing at the base of his palm.

"Yeah, and you're old," she laughed and when he shook his head she continued in a lower voice. "You're my old man, though. My sexy-"

"Mom," Roberta interrupted, cradling a soccer ball in one arm and waving her over with the others.

Winking at Andy, she turned around to run over to where the kids were setting up their teams. Andy used to play with them, but a year before he started to get weird aching pains in his knees and couldn't run around with them that often. So they just took turns with alternates and that usually meant April took breaks so they could go inside for a few minutes or at least until they shouted for her and she had to leave him behind.

It was true that Andy was getting weirdly old but he didn't feel like it other than when he lifted something that looked light only to find his knees fighting with him the whole way. Even so, watching April fail to block a shot from the short triplet made him consider what it would be like to have another kid. They had never talked about it and Andy was pretty sure that if he brought it up he would only be inciting an argument or, at the very least, a whole lot of numbers from Ben again. He couldn't help it though and he hoped that April would eventually be swayed by the idea. Between them she was the realist and even she had to admit that having a kid, despite all of the horribly late nights and all of the money and time they lost in the process, it was really a totally different feeling and satisfaction at seeing their daughter grow up.

"Not gonna sub in dad?" Roberta asked him when April started walking back to the little stone patio Andy busied himself with every weekend.

"Nah sweetie, I think my game days are over," he smiled and she turned around, waving to one of the girls sitting out for April.

While his wife sat down in one of the half-busted plastic chairs, he pulled out another beer and handed it to her. Normally she would have accepted it gladly, downing one or two while they relaxed and watched the kids play until sundown or whenever it was that Leslie was supposed to get back from that meeting. Instead she shook her head and he put it back with a surprised look on his face.

"I don't think I should," she whispered to him, and then she made a face – that face – and Andy knew exactly what was coming next. "Hey, you know-"

"Are you?" he spoke up quickly, not letting her finish.

April was caught out, giving him a sly smile and that same look, but before she could reply to him the doorbell rang and Andy pushed himself to his feet. There was so much adrenaline rushing through him he couldn't feel the click-clack and ringing, angry jolts of pain when he walked to the front door. All he could remember was giving the delivery guy too big of a tip and running back to the kitchen. When the kids came rushing in for pizza Andy couldn't keep the massive grin off of his face and he knew April had given up all hopes of restraining one of her own when she saw his face.