A/N: Minor S7 spoilers. Like, barely any.
I need this. Sure, I'm getting a little too attached to the already popular "April's pregnant" theory.
When Andy finally came home and explained what was going on - and why he didn't even bother to call her - April was just happy to have him home. Dumb things like existential doubt were starting to creep up, and she needed him there to be a big shoulder to lean on and thank goodness he was so good at being that for her. After spending the day thinking what she wanted was always some childhood fantasy of being a mortician, April didn't know what she wanted.
"Babe, you gotta see all this fan mail," Andy walked into the living room with a crate in his hands. "I didn't realize the show would be this popular."
"That's awesome," she said quietly, pursing her lips and staring at her nails.
Andy sat down next to her and put the box on the floor, but turned to look at her. Andy gave her that age old look that asked the question before he had to. He always knew voicing it would make April uncomfortable and a little anxious, so this was easier on them.
"D'you like working in government, kind of?" April asked him, biting the inside of her cheek.
"Yeah, it's awesome," Andy nodded excitedly. "Babe, you seriously gotta look at some of this stuff."
"Andy, this is important," she pouted and rolled her eyes, but looked anyways. April pointed to one of the letters that had gobs of paint all over it. "What's that one?"
"Sometimes I get art from the kids," he opened it up and there was a crude fingerpainting of a person that had 'Johnny Karate' declared in all caps over him. "This is supposed to be me, I guess."
"That's... cute," she acknowledged and found she didn't mind saying it.
Andy however just stared at her with that word until she scoffed and picked up another one of the fan letters. Cycling through most of them, Andy kept pointing out the bad art and April tried to decipher all the misspelled things, thankful for when they found a typed letter that someone's parents obviously sent. After going through a bunch of them, they both tired of it.
Lounging against the couch, almost falling off of the couch, Andy sat there and looked happy. April couldn't help but notice how damn happy he always was. That was Andy's personality, though. It wasn't like he couldn't be serious or anything, but his default state was boundlessly energetic and enthusiastic about everything. Even in work he found his, and April might admit she's really jealous over that. Then again, he was her husband and best friend - seeing him this happy was just one of the best benefits of those relationships.
"You love Johnny Karate, don't you?" April noted, nodding slowly.
"Yeah, it's so much fun! Every day, those stupid sets... and when I do live shows the kids are so pumped it makes me feel the best," Andy said quickly, nodding with her. April just bit her lip and kept searching her thoughts. "Why, what's up?"
"I think I wanna quit working for the National Parks," April shrugged. "I dunno... I'm just never excited to work there. Not that I don't like always being around Leslie, but-"
"So what're you thinking of doing?" Andy asked seriously, his arm automatically rubbing her shoulder.
"Really, just like that?" April gave him a look and scooted closer so that his arm was flat against her back. "You're not gonna ask what made me think this or... anything? Just like that, Andy?"
"Well, I mean I wanna know that stuff too," Andy laughed and continued his motions, "but it's your decision, babe. I want you to be happy, so do what you gotta do to be happy."
"I love you," she murmured, dropping her head on his shoulder.
"Love you too," he kissed the side of her head and picked up another fan letter. "Hey, look. This one asked if Johnny Karate has any kids. 'Dear Mr. Karate-'"
"That's sweet," April interrupted and listened to him read the letter.
A lot of it was nonsense, but the kid - or not, April didn't want to think about Andy's demographics numbers and how bizarre those were - said he was jealous that Johnny Karate got to be somebody's dad and not his. Most of the letter was talking about how fun it would be to play around on set every day, and to be called Baby Karate.
And it hit April.
She saw Andy walking on set, his arm in a sling again because that seemed to be his natural state too, with a little human holding onto his finger with their entire little hand. They sat around and ate lunch together and Andy always babbled to her, because April liked that idea, and when the song segment of the show came on she was always clapping and sitting right next to her dad.
Her dad.
"Andy," April turned to him quickly.
"What's up, babe?" he asked her nonchalantly, clearly not ready.
"I think I know what I wanna do," she was all smiles and didn't give a shit - they were at home, it was private. "It's not a job, but... I mean, it's definitely a job but not like I thought I wanted."
"Yeah, what's that?" Andy looked down at her.
"You still think about kids?" she said a little shakily, an unsure curl to her lips barely there.
If she was nervous, Andy's face going from confusion to realization and then when he stood up, shouting, should have been answer enough. Him standing up, picking her up and spinning them around, and then subsequently getting so dizzy he could barely walk, definitely answered her question.