A/N: Requested by ace-ingit on tumblr, originally as "Roberta sick and a worried Andy who doesn't have any idea what to do."

Had to alter it a bit after the finale, since this was sent in before we knew about sweet baby Jack-o-Lantern.

It's a little hacking noise, and it abates after a few seconds, but Andy immediately cranes his head over to Jack.

His son's breathing softens and he falls back asleep, but the cough completely disarmed him. With April out for the weekend on a trip, and his three month old son requiring all of his attention, Andy tries to figure out how to go into full-on dad mode. Jack doesn't like the formula nearly as much as April, but he can't blame him. So he's got food down - he knows how to feed his own kid, okay? - but he can't always tell if he's hungry or tired or just wants to make noise.

So he tries to put him down and let him fall asleep in his crib but that doesn't work out so well. That means he's probably hungry, since he doesn't smell like poop yet. That was another thing he was actually not terrible at - changing diapers. April was terrible at it anyways since she couldn't really deal with the smell all that well and said it grossed her out, which as far as things that surprised Andy went was near the top.

Grossing out April? Nice job, little guy. Already well on your way to success.

But coughing and being sick? Oh no, Andy doesn't know anything about that and he's spent the last hour searching for what to do if your baby is coughing. It's all conflicting information, but some of it says to call the doctor. So, of course, Andy runs it by April first.

Cough.

Again, and the phone rings way too slowly. "April, hey honey," he says immediately in a rush, "it's nothing serious, I don't think, but I wanted to let you know I'm calling a doctor and-"

"Jesus, Andy you cannot start this conversation that way," she says loudly.

"I mean, Jack's got a cough and it's really freaking me out," and then there's another quiet clearing sound and Andy holds the phone out for her to hear. "You can hear it right? I can hear it and I'm losing my freaking mind."

"Andy, it's probably nothing," she says it like it's supposed to comfort him, but she doesn't sound particularly sure of herself either. "It's probably fine."

"Oh God, I really don't know anything about infant care," he chews his nails and takes another deep breath. "April, I'm the worst dad ever. He's coughing and I'm talking to you instead of taking him to the emergency room and making sure everything's fine and, and..."

"And you're a great husband and father because you called me first to make sure that you're not just losing your mind," April laughs and Andy's thankful because it puts a smile on his otherwise totally nerve-wracked face. "Which you're doing, by the way: losing your mind."

"But all this stuff online says it could be really serious and babe he could be really sick," he slaps his forehead. "I'm gonna go in. I'll tell you later, I'll text you when I know what's wrong. Oh God, I gotta make sure he's okay."

Andy hangs up and shoves his phone in his pocket, packing up in a hurry Jack's things that they took with them for their weekend jaunts to Seattle. There's days and days of diapers and formula, and there's blankets, and by the time he's stuffed all of it in the car and made sure that Jack is snug and secure in his seat Andy hasn't heard a single cough. That doesn't stop him from going in and getting the inevitable talk about worrying over everything but when his son makes those sounds and it sounds like he's not breathing right who can blame him?

When he tells April she simply sighs and tells him he's still a great dad. Either way, he's still got another full day of this work trip to survive and not become an impossible pile of nerves. It's a good thing he can't really sleep that well since Jack needs him up at all hours anyways.