A/N: An anon on tumblr requested more Ron interacting with A/A and since I got a sudden boost of "dear god April and Andy as parents is the most adorable thing ever" this happened.
It took me that ask to realize that it's been a long, long while since we've seen him in this collection.
It's one in the morning when April hears someone knock on the door. She can barely move out of bed, and to be honest her legs don't want to bear her weight any longer than they have to, so she yells at Andy until he wakes up. As if expecting her to call on him at any hour, he immediately bolts up in bed and looks over at his very pregnant wife who's still very, very tired.
"Doorbell," she said through a yawn.
"Should I go check it?" Andy asked, confused.
"No, you should wait for them to ring again so I can get woken up again," April refused to look at him, trying to squeeze her eyes into forced sleep. "You'll really love that. Go tell them there's a pregnant woman with a loaded handgun in here."
"Gotcha," Andy sped out of bed and through the house.
After a few moments of silence, she could hear Andy open the front door to yet more quiet. If April felt at all like doing anything, the kid that just did that would be in a living hell, but she just wanted to sleep. That would be nice. Instead she hears Andy laughing and shouting at the front door followed by a loud grunt and incredibly heavy footsteps. April doesn't bother to get up, instead pretending it was all a dream and she didn't want to disembowel her husband for being even louder.
April would eventually get to the point of forgetting the physical hell of her pregnancy, or at least so Leslie and Ann had said. All she could think was how horrible a decision she had made and that she should have never allowed Andy to do this to her. Her body was just not cut out for all of this, but then again she remembered the tiny, balled up fists of the Knope-Wyatt triplets and how stupid they all looked. April imagined what it would be like to see little fingers and a squished face that she could say was her kid, and felt a little less totally infuriated with her life.
But then Andy rushes into the room and he's sweaty and out of breath. April turns over to look at him wiping at his forehead and she's more curious than angry.
"Babe, you're not gonna believe this," Andy said in an exasperated voice.
"What, you found a way to speed up this monster in me thing?" April deadpanned, her head now smashed into the pillow.
"No, I don't - I don't think so," Andy considered before hopping over to her side of the bed and getting down on his knees. "Someone left us a crib on the porch!"
"What?" April asked incredulously, like Andy was going to lie to her about something like that. "We already told everyone we were going to-"
"Buy one, yeah. It's weird, I went out there and only saw a truck drive super fast," Andy still looked incredibly excited. "They left this note, too."
Andy produced a piece of paper with a single, handwritten line on it:
Crib; made of wood. Don't buy one.
Even if she didn't immediately recognize the handwriting in the dim light of the lone lamp in their room, April only knew one person that would drop a crib off on their front porch without so much as a word. And to tell them that the thing's made out of wood as if they wouldn't know that?
Andy went in with the note and left it on Ron's desk, standing there expectant. It didn't take long for the older man to groan and look around for any passersby that might witness whatever conversation the two of them may or may not have had.
"Ron," Andy started slowly, looking down like all he wanted to do was wait for Ron to leave his desk and catch him in a massive hug.
"No," he gave Andy a look of mixed aggravation and pleading.
"That was awesome of you," Andy said, "and I want to thank you but I don't know how. So, I tried to make you something too."
There was something like fear in Ron's eyes just then. Maybe because he expected a gift that would poison the entire department, or a concoction from April designed to make him relive the nightmare that was food poisoning, but still it wasn't fear. Ron Swanson didn't fear anything but if there was anything that put him on guard, it was definitely a gift from those two. Andy pulled up a brown bag he was carrying and set it on the desk. The bottom of the bag bulged and had grease stains all over it, and there was the pungent aroma of beef filling the office.
"I asked April to show me how to do this," Andy pointed at the bag, "because I figured it's like changing a diaper, but not really... and April sucks at it anyways."
Andy walked out silently with his hands in his pockets, leaving Ron to inspect the mystery gift. Opening it, he looked inside and felt a prickle of a smile fall on his face. Inside was an incredibly poorly wrapped burrito stuffed with whole cuts of steak popping out of the gigantic tortilla. Digging it out and silently berating himself for the attempt at a giggle that threatened to come out, Ron saw a piece of paper soaked in grease stuck to the bottom of the bag. Shaking his head to himself, he reached down and scraped the bit of paper off of the bag and unfolded it. It only had one line, in April's slanted handwriting:
Burrito; made with steak. Eat it.
It was awful, the steak overcooked and still thick with crispy fat that did nothing to aid the horrible taste of the meat, and Ron had to put it down after two bites - even stopping out to get a bacon cheeseburger to satiate his lunch pain - but he got the point.