A/N: People are amazing and leave me their crazy cute April/Andy daydreams on tumblr sometimes.

This is drawn from one such ask.

"Andy!" April yelled from her prone position on the couch.

He immediately ran to her side, an excited light in his eyes. "What's up?" he asked. "Do you need anything?"

April could have done with a lot of things at that moment - her legs felt like they were going to collapse, her back hurt so goddamn much all of the time and, oh of course, who could forget her wildly ballooned stomach that was impossible to get anywhere with. In hindsight, getting pregnant was terrible. Carrying this thing in her hurt all of the time, her boobs got bigger and made her back hate every second of life, but at least Andy seemed apologetic.

One of the worst results was how few things she could eat, and she was always hungry for something she couldn't have. "Get me a jar of peanut butter, please," she massaged her forehead.

"Do... do you want anything else," he stopped and looked at her before nodding and going to get a jar anyways. He returned with a spoon and a large jar of crunchy Jif in hand, smiling and presenting them to her. "Here you are, my-"

"If you start with that queen crap again," she turned and took the spoon from him, pointing it menacingly in his direction, "I will carve your face off with this."

Andy raised his hands and dropped down onto the couch by her feet. Watching him curiously, April popped open the lid of the jar and threw it somewhere behind her. All that mattered was she wanted to eat a thousand pounds of peanuts and this was the best they could do.

He picked her feet up and pulled them onto his lap. Pulling off the slippers Leslie gave her, he started kneading rough circles on her feet - moving from soles and even massaging her toes - and April tried her best to ignore the jolts of ticklishness through her then.

"Andy, what are you..." she took a deep breath, trying not to jerk her legs at all or laugh, "what're you doing, babe?"

"Leslie told me her feet always hurt like crazy so I figured you got the same thing," he shrugged and kept going, looking intently at her ankles and moving up to them.

"You're not wrong," she took another spoonful of peanut butter and closed her eyes.

"Is it good?" he looked up and she eventually flexed her toes and squeezed them together to stop any reflex.

"Andy, you gotta stop... it's great, but, hah," she gave a tiny squeak of a laugh and Andy just grinned broadly. "Andy!"

"Right, ticklish," he moved away from her ankles and just kept his hands on the couch.

For a little while they don't say anything, Andy just turning the TV on and April turning her head on the pillow to watch. Something in the relaxing atmosphere, and Andy's attempted foot massage, made April less obscenely angry at herself for allowing this to happen. He always had that kind of effect on her, and made her see the positive side to things she thought would be awful and the worst.

"Babe," Andy turned to her and had a serious look on her face. "Aren't we supposed to name our kid?"

"We could just call it Kid," April shrugged and put down the jar on the coffee table just in her reach.

"Wouldn't that get really confusing?" Andy had the most intensely thoughtful expression on his face while he talked, making April stifle a laugh.

"How about Our Kid?" she suggested, smiling.

"That's even worse!" he shouted. "How about Champion. No, wait-"

"We have a dog named Champion," April nodded and then shook her head. "I'm not naming my kid after my dog."

"Yeah, that'd be weird," he looked down at the ground, "and it would get weird when they called Champion, Champion. Then we called Champion and dog Champion came running-"

"With human Champion on his back, somehow," April grinned, loving the mental image.

"They're gonna be best friends," Andy looked straight at April the whole time, smiling with her.

"Yeah, I hope so," she nodded and stretched her legs out further on Andy's lap. "You make the best pillows, babe."

"I am super squishy," he chuckled and propped a pillow underneath her legs so that they were elevated just a bit more.

That was so incredibly awesome, and she felt so much more comfortable, that April just snuggled backward into the pillow under her neck. "You're the best," she said slowly, almost mumbling.

"What happened to carving my face off?" he asked curiously.

"Eh," she shrugged, looking down at him beaming, "it comes and goes. Some days I wanna kill you for doing this and, other days, I'm so glad we're gonna be parents."

"That's all I need to hear," Andy slumped, sitting, but she still had that pillow and his belly and lap for comfort.

"I'm literally having your baby," she started laughing and hoped that didn't turn into crying, which she thankfully avoided.

"And it's gonna be the best," he answered with a chuckle.

April found it really easy to fall into a comfy nap not long after that, and when she woke up Andy was just finishing making a bowl of Ben's chicken soup. He turned out to be a pretty good cook when motivated, and after the first few near house fires he started. Life was awesome and April actually can't wait for the stupid, annoying, painful (amazing, beautiful, adorable) thing to drop out of her body.