A/N: Requested anonymously, based on a headcanon I have that April and Andy have two girls (though I'm torn between this and just one kid, if any) and he's totally okay with not having a son because he's proud of his girls.

Andy figured that he should finally get around to cleaning up the spare room in preparation for the new baby. Even if April hadn't just given birth the second time there was no way she would be the one cleaning it up, and to be honest he was a little surprised he was going to be doing it at all. Some of Ben's lessons must have stuck, because on that sleepy Sunday morning that's all he felt like doing. Inside, boxes stacked up from wall to wall, he smiled to himself at all the memories there.

It was where Burly first let him stay, on a futon, and where he spent a lot of those first few weeks with April. Then when Ben moved in he took it over, and Andy genuinely missed hanging out with him and Leslie as much as they used to, but everyone's lives were moving in awesome directions so he couldn't complain. When Roberta was born it transformed into her nursery, then her room, and she was willing to give up her old room for the new baby. Andy didn't know if it would be weird or awesome when she came for the birth, but when their second girl came and April looked worn and mildly excited with Roberta standing there and demanding to hold her it was pretty awesome.

Walking over to one of the boxes, Andy started mindlessly walking them out into the living room where he'd figure out what to do with them eventually. With Roberta "eventually" had been about two years, so there wasn't much of a rush. After two boxes, boredom started to set in and Andy sat down on the couch to look through one of them. He didn't even know they had this much crap, but after so many years things must have just started to pile up.

The first thing he took out was a scrapbook Leslie sat down and made one day, taking all of the pictures they had and compiling those for them to have. It was probably the best Other Couple's Anniversary present Leslie had ever given them, except for maybe the waffle iron. That was pretty cool.

There was the first picture of April with the baby at work, something she'd gotten weirdly in the habit of doing, and the one where Roberta and Andy stuffed their faces in the birthday cake on her sixth. They didn't really look at those pictures that often, mostly because April didn't like thinking about that stuff as the past. It was strange, but when she explained to him that she liked thinking about and building new memories rather than dwelling on all the old ones made more sense to him.

Picking up an old shoebox, Andy opened it curiously. Why would he keep this? Then again, he was pretty sure they had six or seven pizza boxes scattered around the house at all times no matter the day so a shoebox wasn't the oddest discovery. Inside though, there was a pile of guitar picks, a pack of strings, a battery, and a crumpled pile of yellow paper. Unfolding it, Andy laughed when he read:

Andy's Bucket List

He had honestly forgotten about it, again. Every few years he'd rediscover it and read it, laugh at some of the things and ask April if they could do some of the others. Scanning down it, one caught his eye - a little remark about teaching his son how to throw the perfect spiral.

Of all the things that he wouldn't regret changing, this one that had been such a priority wasn't even a remote care anymore. Not after seeing Roberta's face at the acceptance email, the letter, and her insistence that she's gonna work her ass off in school. Not after April's actual, tangible excitement that they were going to have another kid, and definitely not when he held Sam that first time. It was like experiencing everything all over again, for the first time, and just like with their first he never wanted to put her down for anything at all.

Nothing was as important to him as his girls, and honestly he wouldn't replace anything in his life for that. So what if he didn't have a son?

"What're you doing?" April's tired voice broke his thoughts.

In response, Andy turned to look at her. He was right all those years ago to laugh at people for saying their marriage would die down, and they'd hate each other. Sure they had arguments, they got annoyed at each other a lot, and they weren't as amazingly spontaneous as they both thought they wanted to be, but none of that mattered. Not when he looked at the little bit of gray streaking her hair and wondered why he thought that was incredibly sexy.

Picking up the piece of paper again, Andy tossed it back into the shoebox and closed the lid. Standing up, he crossed over to April and took her up in a massive hug that she reciprocated naturally.

"Nothing. Let's go back to bed," he whispered, smiling.

April was smiling too, all the way back to the bedroom. She kept that small grin on until they heard Sam wake and start crying.