A/N: Very brief, fluffy nonsense missing moment thing. Double post day because I think Spare all its own is not great for some people and they just want another injection of that sweet, sweet April/Andy fun!

(trust me I do too, that's why I wrote this!)

Anyways, enjoy.

April doesn't know what to expect of Andy's brothers. There was an equally likely chance that they were all geniuses, post-graduate alums from some crazy exclusive universities, as there was that they were all the simplest people in the world. She just had no gradient for the Dwyer family yet, so when he marched all five of them in front of her she could only wait for them to say something - naturally, none of them seemed at all excited to be there.

"So, these are my brothers," Andy explains, holding his hands out in a wide gesture.

"Hey," they all collectively say.

"Hey," April responds.

They sit like that for a moment, with Andy looking excited at April and back to them, before he eventually leaps out between them and clears his throat. He starts to say something then stops, holding his hands out and shaking his head. Eventually April shoves him with her hip and gets him to say whatever was on his mind.

"So, this is April," he says and April shakes her head. "She's gonna be my wife in like five minutes."

"Not if I run away," she mumbles into his shoulder when she puts her head on it.

"What?" one of the taller brothers speaks up, raising an eyebrow at Andy's laughter in response to something like that.

"Oh, she's not serious," Andy chuckles, waving him off but when he looks down to April she gives him a look that says otherwise. "You're not, right?"

"I'll do it just so we can get married again," she says quietly, not breaking her eyes off of his. "And then I'll do it again, and again, and we can get married, like, fifty times."

"Aww," Andy gives her a small kiss on the lips and turns back around to his brothers. "So, you're all my best men."

He walks over to them and walks down the row, ticking off names – Mikey, Stevie, Danny, and so on until April realizes how clever Andy's parents must have been with nicknames – before turning them around and pushing them over to the living room turned altar. He walks back over to April, putting his arm around her shoulder again.

"You weren't serious right?" he asks, suddenly serious and concerned. "About the Julia Roberts stuff?"

"Super serious," she looks up to him again. "I wanna marry you tonight, divorce you, then marry you again."

"Cool," he nods before leaning down for what was intended to be another brief kiss.

"Then divorce you again," she starts, and soon Andy's leading her to the refreshments table while she punctuates every word with another kiss or movement of her hands, "and then marry you all over again and again… and again."

Her breaths were starting to get ragged as Andy pushed her onto the table, just feet away from so many people. He had apparently gotten past his fear of seeing her before the actual wedding, because now he was pulling himself back and taking in the sight of her sitting there in that short dress before peeling off his own jacket.

When he walks closer to her again, her legs naturally opening for him and wrapping around his waist, he makes a low grumbling, grunting sound in the back of his throat that makes April's whole body vibrate in response. Sadly, just as his mouth connects with her collarbone and makes its way down her chest there's a soft sound of someone clearing their throat.

"Guys," and it's Mikey, April thinks, a cup in his hand and eyes averted from them. "Let's, um, let's not do this until after the wedding, okay?"

"Dude, go away," Andy says after taking his mouth aggravatingly farther off her body. "Seriously uncool."

"Okay man, whatever you say," he turns around as he finishes his thought," just thought you'd wanna know that some blonde chick is talking about setting something on fire just to stop the wedding."

April turns her head up, watching through the doorway that separated the two rooms to see Leslie pacing through the windows. Andy likewise moved back and helped April off of the table, looking back to her when he couldn't clearly make out what was going on outside.

"Babe?" he asks, a real worry there in his voice.

"I'll go talk to her," she sighs loudly, as if playing mad will get her something from Andy.

"Love ya," he adds, smiling that wide grin that's so infectious to her. "Can't wait to get married to you."

"Me either," she returns, along with a shy smile. "Love you too."

He makes a sort of weird wheezing noise and she knows that it's super unattractive and kind of girly but she can't help laughing a little at it. And not even at him, because that's too easy, but rather that thought – that they were actually getting married that night. But she likes that feeling too, and it's really fucking scary and exciting all at once, so she walks outside and pulls Leslie inside to have a word with her to have as subtle a conversation as possible with her – if she mentioned that she knows Leslie's actively trying to sabotage them who knows what would happen.

Thankfully, things go off spectacularly.