A/N: Requested on tumblr as "5 times Andy gave April a piggyback ride."

Thought we could use some simple fluff. One of them isn't actually Andy giving April a piggyback ride but it's such a ridiculous thing I wrote that I hope it's okay anyways!

"Hey April!" Andy shouted at her while he crouched in front of Leslie.

"What're you doing?" she asked slowly, watching Leslie hook her arms around his neck and go into giddy giggling fits.

"Piggyback rides!" Leslie and Andy scream at the same time. Andy smiles wide and looks at April seriously. "You're next," he says before breaking into a chuckle.

April tried her best not to smile but she couldn't help it, making Andy laugh even harder. He sped off quickly, leaving her to sit in one of his chairs and wait patiently for him to come back. Just when she thought he'd forgotten about her, Andy came blasting from her left and quickly squat down. Without a word she hopped onto him, planting her legs firmly into his sides and dangling on him still when he screeched and started sprinting.

He made sure to keep a good, firm hold of the back of her thighs though. That was kind of cool, she guessed.

April poked at Andy a few times, trying to get his attention. She could barely keep her eyes open, and when they did bother to not droop she couldn't focus on anything either. Andy, likewise, was sitting there with a very bizarre look on his face somewhere between elation and drunken stupor. To be fair, they were both incredibly drunk.

"Andy," she said low, like someone would catch her. "Andy."

He just turned to look at her, the same look there. God, why was that so funny? She started laughing and couldn't stop, and it wasn't long before Andy joined in. After that, it only took another giggle from a poke by Andy before she had big, warm hands tickling her over her shirt and sending them rolling around.

"Andy!"

He finally stopped when she half-screamed that out, but she was pleasantly out of breath when he sat up against the couch on the floor. April got up behind him and draped her legs over his shoulders.

"I need water," she slurred.

"Oh..." he nodded, understanding and grabbing her shins.

"Onward!" she shouted when he got up to his knees.

Unfortunately, their drunken piggyback ended prematurely when Andy got to one foot and flopped over. April was sent flying backwards onto the couch while Andy slumped into the floor and started laughing uncontrollably. April couldn't help joining in when it turned out he was okay from face-planting into the carpet. Eventually the humor dried up, but Andy started staring at April in that singular way that made her realize that getting drunk with him never ended poorly.

If April took all the times Andy was ridiculous and balled them up into one, none of them would match this. April took way too much time applying the white and red makeup and bothered too much with the wigs, but Andy was busy romping around in an overlarge suit with clown makeup poorly applied and giving Leslie's kids piggyback rides. They could probably tell who it was underneath all the caked on powders and application, but it didn't matter because they were laughing like it was the funniest thing ever.

Leslie and Ben stood by watching them. Birthday parties for three kids had to be impossible to set up and April wondered how hard it would be to set one up.

Shaking that thought away, once again, she grabbed her bag of sock puppets and walked behind the little theater set up for the Morbid Mystery Hour. While the triplets took turns - and eventually all three of them at once - getting piggyback rides around the yard, April took to uncorking vials of fake blood and smearing them across the dolls.

Watching Andy walking around with Jack on his shoulders, holding his hands and laughing with him, made April feel oddly calm and peaceful. Things felt perfect watching them both like that, and walking around a circus fairground with their son was a breath of fresh air. Literally, since Andy was the most paranoid father she'd ever seen. She didn't have much experience there, but she did know Ben.

When they finished their stroll around, looking at petting zoos and the ten-thousandth awful Li'l Sebastian impersonator, April was glad to be sitting in the car again. Her feet killed her all the way back home, and she was glad to get a microscopic nap in while Jack got his as well.

At home, after Andy put Jack down she sat back in the couch. Not wanting to get up, she pointed down in front of her feet. Understanding - this happened all the time - Andy crouched in front of her and she lazily slid onto his back and he walked her back to the bedroom where she fell asleep almost instantly. Not before she felt Andy squeeze next to her and wrap his arms around her, though.

Jack couldn't see them in the audience. If anything, he expected his dad to be there but his mom missing from the ceremony was maybe a little more heartbreaking. In the last few years he'd seen a side of her that he didn't even know existed - something less terrifying and wholly unearthly. Maybe that came out in her more because of his sister or because everyone was worried about his dad. But Jack definitely tried to think more about his awesome little sister, Robbie, than his dad's heart problems.

She was there, sitting in the audience and smiling at him. That made walking up to shake hands with the Dean and accept his diploma a little easier.

And suddenly, when he turned to look out for a picture that he didn't think was coming, a tall figure with pure white hair came bursting through the auditorium doors with a wild yell. On his back was a much smaller figure with grey streaks and large rimmed glasses on, screaming bloody murder and with a camera held high in her hand. The camera flashed in the middle of him laughing and the Dean looking bewildered at his parents running down the aisle.

It couldn't have been more perfect.