A/N: Requested as "April + stuffed animals" because I have the worst headcanons.

"Dude, what are these?" Andy laughed, looking through the hamper full of her things they brought to Burly's house.

She sprinted over to him and tore the little bear out of his hand.

"Hey, why'd you-"

"Don't look in there. Close your eyes, stop looking," she said in a hurried tone. Andy, for whatever reason, listened and stood happily with his eyes closed. "I told you to let me know when you got to the hamper. Dude... how many have you taken out?"

"Like, five. Six, maybe. Why didn't you tell me you had so many, April?" Andy keeps his eyes closed throughout the whole conversation, still asking her questions as she took the collection she's slowly - quietly, privately - built up out of the little fabric funnel. "That little turtle is super cute."

She looks at the discolored turtle that she loved so much as a kid, and the dumb rip in its arm that she had fixed over and over again despite the fraying fabrics all over the thing. He really is cute, but Andy didn't need to see that. Or know about it. Really, they needed to keep her icy exterior as common knowledge as before. She sure as hell isn't going to deal with the fallout of anyone knowing about these things. Hell, Andy's her first boyfriend since middle school to know about them.

"Really?"

"Oh my God, I want all of them on our bed. Or maybe not, that might weird," he pondered over it, tapping his chin with his eyes still closed. "Okay, so maybe in the room. Not on the bed."

"Definitely not on the bed we're gonna have sex in," she smirked. "Tons, by the way."

"Nice," he pumped his fist in the air, still without seeing anything. "Being married's gonna be so freaking cool."

"Isn't it already?" she asked with a light chuckle.

"Oh, that's not what I meant!" he turned around the wrong way, thinking he was still facing her. He waved at no one, his back to April. "I didn't mean that! You're the best, babe. You really are, but... uh, I mean it's going to be cool to just be around each other all the time even more and now you've got cute stuffed animals I didn't know about and you're the best and-"

"Shut up," she laughed, walking behind him and hugging him tight. "You can open your eyes now."

He does, and when he turns around the animals are all in a pile on the floor and April's moving to sit down in front of them.

"Uh, I thought-"

"Do you wanna just stand there or are we going to go over each and every single one of these names and backstories," she scoffed, already picking up the turtle he pointed out earlier and smiling wistfully. "This is Freddy. I got him when I was nine, and he's basically the coolest turtle on the planet. He was the first animal I got, and then it got really bad. I mean, I had ones before... but he's the one that I kept and he's so cool and... what?"

April stopped herself because Andy wasn't moving and he had the widest, dumbest grin on his face.

"Babe, you are so cute!" he laughed, leaning down to kiss her on the cheek before kneeling in front of the pile. "Okay, so you gotta tell me what's up with this lion with one leg."

"Oh God, I never told you about how my sister used to chew all my crap?" she started, feeling a strange sensation in her chest at how easy it is to just talk about this stuff with him. There's still so much to tell him and she can't wait to do it, but first there was something she needed him to do. "But wait... first, I need you to promise me not to tell anyone else about this, okay?"

"I wouldn't dare," he agreed, looking her in the eye and exchanging another smile.

"I love you."

"Love you too," and then they went off exploring each of her sizable collection's past and histories, names and animal-occupations.