A/N: It's going to be really weird following up the last chapter. I could have honestly ended this on that note and felt absolutely fine about it. Then again, why do that when I can write more fics?

Prompted anonymously on tumblr as a scene between April and Leslie post Jack's birth. By the way, there will likely be quite a few baby fics for a bit so, for those of you that don't like them, just hold on tight :)

April usually hated reminiscing, or at least hated doing that around Leslie forty or fifty percent of the time. It usually led to a lot of tears and more photos than any one human should have around them. There were so many scrapbooks. Either way, it happens out of the blue when April visits Leslie with Jack in tow. He thankfully sleeps most of the visit off, only screaming himself awake a few times.

It happens when Leslie's staring at him like she's going to lose her cool at any second. April's lying down on the floor staring at Jack sleeping on a blanket on Leslie's living room floor. His stupid, tiny hands flail occasionally in his sleep. Resting her head on her hands, Leslie's sitting back in a chair. Sitting inside on a chilly winter morning, hanging out at Leslie's while her kids spend most of the weekend at their friends' and Andy investigates possible jobs, is much better than anything else.

"Hey Leslie," April whispers, watching her son intently. She's surprised by it, but April could do this all day. Good thing she has a job, or she actually might.

"Mm?" Leslie turns her head and April sits up on her knees to look at her.

"You remember... isn't it funny to think about all of this now?" she laughs softly when Leslie looks at her strangely. "I mean, I have a kid. Isn't that... I dunno, when you met me did you think that's a thing I'd ever do?"

Leslie gives it a moment before smirking. "To be honest, I never expected you to work there for more than a month," she says with a shrug. "I mean, I'd try to get you to stay and realize your potential-"

"Gross," April interrupts.

"But, no I can't say when I met the first thing that went through my head was you getting married to my new best friend's boyfriend," Leslie cracks a smile too; a warm little grin sets in. It's a little funny. "So, no."

"Yeah, and we got married. You were so against that, too," April doesn't say it with any malice. What happened, happened. She couldn't change what happened in the past, and she's gotten better at realizing that, so why bother?

"I was not," Leslie's voice hits an unusual squeaky tone, before April makes a face at her. Leslie quiets immediately. "I mean, I always loved you two together."

"Your memory's getting terrible, Leslie," April says with a smile. "You don't remember trying to sabotage my wedding the whole time?"

"Oh, stop," there's a calm atmosphere and Leslie's quiet again.

Again, no bad blood. April just genuinely thinks all of this is kind of amusing in retrospect. "If we could go back and tell each other that we'd be sitting here, like this," April gestures at the sleeping baby and her chest does that sizzling once-over that she still loves. "Who do you think would believe it?"

"Well, considering we'd be time-traveling duplicates of ourselves I'm sure you'd try and capture us," Leslie nods with another smirk playing on her lips.

"You'd ask yourself if you ever got to meet Joe Biden, I think," April glances at Jack and then goes back to Leslie. "Seriously though, tell me what you think I'd think. Let's make it a game."

"What?"

"I'll tell you how you'd react, and you'd tell me how I would, and let's see who's right," April lies back down, thankful for the blissful comfort in so much weight off of her back and feet.

Leslie hesitates for a moment, but then she gives another chuckle. "Sure, why not," she says before clearing her throat. "I think... I think you'd laugh at yourself now, attempt to drown yourself in syrup, and then seriously consider what you said. Maybe you'd change your own mind."

April hides her snigger as best she can. Oh, Leslie. She knows her friends so well, but she just doesn't really understand April all that well, even now.

"All right," April nods. "I think that you would have a heart attack. I honestly think that, assuming we could convince ourselves that we're telling the truth, you'd laugh and then have a heart attack."

"I don't think I like this game," Leslie murmurs and taps the armrests of the chair.

"Because I'm right, aren't I?" April proudly whispers.

"Well, yes. I mean, no. I mean, you said it - my memory's getting bad," Leslie taps her temple and makes a confused face. "Who knows what I can remember anymore. You win, April."

"Hang on, I never told you what I'd actually think," April sits up again.

"Fine," Leslie admits.

"You think that the first time I ever thought about kids was just last year?" April asks her openly.

"I mean... you seemed like you were-"

"Struggling with it," April nods. "I was. I was thinking about it since... since Andy and I got married. If I went back and told myself that I had a kid with Andy, there'd probably be a little doubt. In the end, though, I don't think I could have been happier."

There's a second where Leslie thinks on what April said and then she slowly shifts into a smile. They don't say another word about their little game, but when April goes to leave she hugs Leslie extra tight and tells her they'll visit again soon. After all, who wouldn't want to see little Jack-o-Lantern again? He's too adorable to ignore.