A/N: Requested as the lead up to April's vampire/zombie/whatever get up during the finale. Thought we could use some fluff like this after the last few chapters.

Requesting is neat, I'm backed up at the moment, but you can definitely send more in on tumblr if you ever think of something!

When that time strikes, April's eyes widen. It's way grosser than she ever thought, and she wonders if Andy's going to slip and fall and it almost sends her on another emotional rollercoaster. Then she remembers that she's going into labor.

"Andy!" she yells before grunting, trying to move herself away from the kitchen counter.

He flies in and looks around, expecting something. She's not due for another few weeks - and she curses how stupid they were to not plan this birth to this date exactly - but she's starting to get really painful surges and they won't stop like they usually do. Painful doesn't even begin to describe the lightning strikes of agony going through her body what seems like every other breath, but her head spins for a second when Andy looks at her with mouth agape.

"Babe, is this-?"

"YES!" she screams. The volume hurts, too, and she's left making a muffled, pained noise afterward. "Babe, get my stuff..."

She tries to remember what Leslie told her - circular breathing, or square breathing... was it square breathing? She can't really remember because her brain is melting with every pang that escalates to a tumultuous ringing through her body. Andy comes back with two large bags in what seems like way too long a time.

"Oh God, give me that one," she points to the smaller bag in his other hand but when she takes it she can barely unzip it. "Andy, I need you to do this, okay?"

"Sure!" he says quickly, taking out the brushes and a little enclosed plastic case full of dark reds and grays.

She planned for this moment, sure, but April made damn sure it was going to happen her way or no way. When she told Andy her only stipulation was that she got to wear creepy makeup and insult the doctor all the way through labor he was more than happy, and even went so far as to suggest a Halloween birth. That didn't necessarily pan out the way they wanted, since the only thing changing in their daily routine was protection so they didn't have much of a choice in the matter.

"Just like we talked about, okay?" she says slowly because breathing is way too hard, and talking just makes it worse.

"Gotcha," he picked up a thin headed brush and steadies his hand before he makes a gleeful noise and hops up and down. "Oh my God, babe. We're gonna have a kid!"

"No, I'm gonna have a kid!" she seethes, trying to get him to hurry up. "C'mon, we need to get this done before we get to the hospital."

"Right, right!" he smiles and touches the brush to her cheek before sighing and giggling. "A baby. A kid. Our kid. Your kid. My kid. Kids..."

"What the hell is wrong with you?" she looks over at him through purely angry eyes. "Oh my God, Andy you have to get this done-"

"Yeah, I just can't stop thinking about-"

"Kids, yes! But if you don't put this makeup on me I'll strangle you with the umbilical cord," she groans out and Andy only coos softly, like she just said something cute. "I'm not even kidding right now."

Andy's expression hardens and he goes about applying the makeup. It's another seemingly insurmountable span of time until she's ready to deliver, but having that thin mask of pasty white makeup at least makes her feel more comfortable. It was her decision after all, and afterwards she's quite pleased with it, but in that very moment of almost existential agony, April wonders how in the hell Leslie gave birth to three of these sludge monsters.

There's a whole lot of newfound respect there.