A/N: Sorry for missing last Thursday! I'm just starting my new semester and I need to figure out how to make my schedule work. I'll keep you updated when I figure out what works best.

Requested anonymously as a bit on April's arachnophobia.

"Andy!" April shouted out from the bathroom, her voice uncharacteristically shrill. "Andy, Andy, Andy...!"

She kept screaming and he immediately dashed in, expecting something a whole lot worse than an empty room. He swore to protect her and wasn't going to take that responsibility lightly, hell it was his freaking wedding vow, so Andy scanned the room again. All he saw was April peeking out over the shower curtain wrapped around her body, wet hair flat against her back, and pointing at a towel on a bar.

"There!" she yelled, stabbing her finger at the towel. "There, Andy... it's there!"

"What?" he asked loudly, so confused about everything that was happening.

"Spider. There's a spider, there!" she explained, screeching.

"Oh right, you've got Jeff Daniels syndrome," he nodded and walked towards the towel.

"What are you talking about?" she said a little quieter but still clearly agitated.

"Y'know, like in Arachnophobia! Jeff Daniels and his kid are afraid of spiders," he laughed. "Just like you. What's that called, again?"

April just looked at him, exasperated, and pointed at the towel again. He nodded and walked over, pulling the towel from the bar. When he did April shifted the shower curtain closer to her, eyes still staring, and must have noticed the black spot scuttling down the wall behind the towel. Her eyes bulged out of her head when it moved towards the tub.

"Andy!" she screeched and turned the shower on.

Water sprayed the edge of the tub, sprinkling out onto the floor and Andy nearly slipped and fell in his newly soaked socks. Slamming his hand down on the edge of the tub, Andy pulled back to look at the splotch on his hand, April finally quieting and turning off the water.

"Ew," he showed her his hand but April definitely didn't want to see it.

Looking around for any others, Andy finally moved to wash the eight-legged mess off of his hand while April slowly got out of the shower. She wrapped herself in the towel and shakily pulled at the cabinet doors underneath the sink. When it was clear she was struggling Andy brushed her aside and pulled out her hair dryer he knew she was trying to get to.

"No spiders down there," he commented, grinning broadly.

April took the dryer and Andy assumed his job was done. A-plus Dwyer, he thought to himself smugly as he made to turn and leave the bathroom. Instead April tugged his sleeve and when he looked back she wrapped her arms around his waist and hugged him tight.

"Thanks," she said quietly, like it hurt to admit.

"For what, I just killed a spider..." he trailed off, confused. "You coulda done it, too-"

"Dude, no I couldn't," she laughed and finally put her chin on his chest and looked up at him.

"Why are you so bugged by spiders?" Andy chuckled, meeting her eyes and staring downward a bit.

"One time when I was really young, a spider crawled into my soup," her voice was shaky and Andy was starting to get grossed out.

"Gotcha," he interrupted, smiling when she did.

"Love you, babe," she squeezed him closer, "my squishy, brave Spider-Killer."

"Love you too," he answered, "my little, beautiful wife who's super scared of spiders."

April just smacked his arm but leant up to kiss him, closing the door behind him as she went to drying her hair. Andy sat on the couch, returning to his video game when a thought jumped into his head. It was the sort of thing that just snuck in and never really left, all annoying and weird and clingy. Still, he didn't ignore it and tried to figure out what to tell April.

When she walked out of the bathroom, naked, and back to their bedroom he just turned and watched her walk away. She called him an idiot but didn't bother telling him to look away, still walking slowly to the bedroom. Returning fully clothed, she sat down next to him on the couch with a soft thump.

"Hey, babe," he said immediately, looking at her.

"What's up?" she asked and Andy thought she just forgot about everything that just happened.

"One time when I was... uh, six, my brothers locked me in the pantry," he started to explain, not looking away from her.

"What?" April was obviously confused but he continued anyways.

"It was super small, like tiny and I was already pretty fat," he joked and looked at her for a laugh but she just had this quizzical expression as he talked. "They forgot about me and went to school, so I was kind of in there all day, screaming and crying for my mom."

"Andy-"

"I dunno what it's called but I hate being in places like that, all squeezed tight and close and dark," he shrugged but didn't look away.

"Why are you telling me that?" April finally got a word in and shook her head a little, confused.

"Because I'm sorry for making fun of you," Andy scrunched his face up and continued, "and I, uh, didn't know how seriously spooked you were. So now you know what I'm afraid of."

He half expected her to make fun of him now, which was only fair. After he learned she was afraid of spiders, Andy put a bunch of plastic spiders on strings and hung them in the shower. She yelled at him for weeks after that, and it's what led him to thinking it was more than just a bit of fear.

Instead April's face had that smile that was fighting to make its way on her face, that same little adorable smirk he always called her out on, and then she moved closer to him and dropped her head on his shoulder. Turning back to the TV, Andy smiled and felt even better about how everything turned out. Judging by April's closeness and her grin when she kissed him not long after that, she appreciated the thought too.

Was there anything better than an A-plus? Plus, plus? Andy wasn't sure, he'd never gotten one of those before.