A/N: All I can say is this month may or may not be overloaded with short baby and holiday fluff. I've still got a handful of prompts to fill out but if you get any ideas about something you want me to write you can, as always, tell me on tumblr at ask

Enjoy :)

In a lot of ways, April didn't really understand how they got this far as just the two of them. Before that year she would have said they were perfectly happy together, just them, and that nothing would be better than living their practical joke of a life. Things were perfect because she didn't know. April didn't know she could even care so much about something that serious, or tiny, or adorable.

Ugh. That's what she should have said just for thinking that.

But there wasn't so much disgust in her face or her mind when April looked over her shoulder and saw Andy walking behind with his eyes glued to the little human strapped to his chest. A kid, their kid, and somehow April hadn't run away the moment the thing left her body. Andy was playing with her hands that stuck out awkwardly, looking stiff and unable to move, and muttering gibberish to her. The day would be long, out to buy clothes and shoes and basically everything they'd put off to the last minute, and April didn't argue when Andy wanted to take their daughter.

"Babe, look at these shoes," Andy called out from one of the aisles she'd ignored.

He was standing with a pair of miniscule baby shoes and staring at them with the biggest, dumbest grin he could muster.

"Yep, those are definitely shoes," April tried to deflect any instinct her muscles had to force a smile. "Are they the right size?"

"They... are!" Andy looked at them intently and returned to looking down at his chest. "Roberta's gonna get new shoes, and they're so small and cute just like her."

"You gotta stop doing that Andy," April told him, flipping over a box in her hands and reading the materials and manufacturing information.

"What? Telling her that she's the cutest baby girl in the universe? Because it's true," Andy said seriously. "Isn't it true? Yeah."

When she turned around again he was spouting out more of that inane baby talk that April normally couldn't stand, the shoes hanging around his neck just barely by the laces, and he had his hands cupped around her feet. Roberta gave that little squeal of a laugh and Andy followed suit with his uproarious shout, tickling her feet and making the baby grow louder and brighter with each laugh.

April knew she had cracked a smile the moment her daughter laughed. She knew that staring at the two of them was the stuff that hopeless romantics wrote about their topic's future lives in terrible romantic comedies about awful people, and that they were inches away from falling into a Lifetime movie plot, but April couldn't find the ounce of will to care otherwise. Closing the distance between them, April found herself playing with her daughter's sensitive feet and tickling through the socks she wore. Some part of her expected a wailing cry to follow and April agitating her once again over something she thought was the right call.

"See? You can't hate her," Andy said when Roberta continued laughing and April couldn't help but smile widely.

"Dude, I don't hate my own kid. It's a little weird, yeah," April finally stopped and the little scrunched up face pull back to the strange, even look only a young child has, "but I love her. I don't know why - she's loud, and she eats a lot, and she poops more than anyone ever-"

"At least you don't have to clean it up. You're still super bad with changing, babe," Andy interrupted, nodding and moving back up the aisle they were walking down to begin with. "Are those diapers good?"

"Yeah, she shouldn't get a rash from these," April threw them in a basket and continued on. "I'm serious Andy. Do you think I don't like having a kid?"

"That's not what I meant," Andy laughed, talking without facing her as they kept walking. "Still kinda surprised you agreed to... well, any of this."

It was a fair thought, April knew. She could barely believe she wanted anything that resulted in normalcy or what she had resisted not that long ago as some gross form of adulthood, but it was better than any weird adolescent misconception of what things would be.

"All right, that's fair," she admitted what she was thinking.

"But you can't look at that face and find anything to hate, right?" Andy said, mimicking the words April herself had said when she first held little Roberta.

"Yeah, it's impossible to do that," April shrugged despite Andy not looking at her and sped up to join them just ahead of her.

They left the store only a few minutes later with diapers, shoes, and a small bundle of clothes in hand. In the car, April wasn't really focusing on the road that much. She was too busy wondering why the only thing she had in her mind from day to day was the little person in the backseat. It went against everything that April thought she was about. A little misanthropy thrown together with a dash of independence wasn't what made a child work. She knew that, and April didn't feel a begrudging willingness or even the need to vomit at the idea.

To be honest, she kind of liked the idea of it. Maybe not a white picket fence, a dog with four legs, and cookouts but it would definitely be a family - whatever that meant for them, or for their already nearly disastrous life - and April wanted it.