A/N: This was a Mother's Day drabble that I never got around to posting on here. Whoops.

I'm posting a Father's Day fic later today to go along with it, but I forget sometimes that people don't read me on AO3 and might miss some of these things!

April moves all about the house, attempting to find the stupid cake Andy and the kids baked for Leslie. Knope might not have actually been her mother, but she made a damn fine surrogate for the better part of her adult life. So, it's only respectful to bring her a cake and try not to have too much fun watching Andy wrestle three triplets and his own kids all at the same time.

"Andy!" she shouts, but there's no answer.

Strangely enough, she can't remember seeing any of them in the last hour even after she spent most of the day in her home office attempting to get some work done. There are sentences April Ludgate never expected to think, but there's that one and it doesn't bother her at all. A seven and five year old should be pretty obvious, and loud as all hell, not to mention the giant eight year old that was her husband around their kids. Honestly, he broke more things in their house than the kids did. That didn't even account for the others, Sam likely still asleep in her room and the twins definitely not about because Andy hasn't tripped over a suspended bar in a threshold or stepped on a Lego.

"Babe?" she calls out again, still nothing.

A little worried, she starts for the bedroom but something catches her eye. Little cutout shapes of paper, colored and highlighted, point in arrows with little messages on them. Things like world's best mom and Babe, I love you are on each of them, the occasional comment about how hard she works - though honestly it's an even split, as Andy handles them at home all the way until she's back from work - and that they all love her. Robbie's totally messy script has crazily misspelled things and a drawing, that Sam clearly did, of a giant raptor labelled "Mommy" that's about to make her cry because it has something large and bleeding in its talons.

Following the little arrows with their messages, she's lead to the former nursery-turned-shared-bedroom with a closed door. On the door is a large, cutout star and a paper gravestone.

Mommy! adorns the star.

Best wife and mom ever, the marker.

"Hey babe, have you seen the-"

Opening the door, she rolls her lips and bites down to try and hold back the smile at the sight. Andy and Jack are busy putting up red streamers, Roberta moving two little gift bags up to the small table a large cake sat on, the twins playing with a pile of boxes that clearly housed whatever was in those bags, and when she opened the door they all turned to look at her.

"Oh, crap, hey honey," Andy put down his decoration and walked over to her, kissing her on the cheek. "We wanted to do something before we go to Leslie's right. Right, guys?"

"Uh huh," Robbie plays with the handles of one gift bag, running over to her mother and holding it up to her like it's an offering.

"Dude-"

"Hey, no," Andy interrupts.

"I told you not to do anything-"

"Which means we're going to do something," Andy nods, putting his arm around her back. "C'mon, you haven't even opened your presents."

April takes one look at the room, Roberta looking up expectantly and clutching her legs. Threading her fingers through the girl's hair. Jack finishes his work, looking pleased with himself when he grabs the other bag. A little form emerges from somewhere, latching onto the back of her legs and it's definitely little Sammy. She's groaning into her mother, tired, and the twins stay transfixed on the growing mess of Ludgate-Dwyers embracing.

For a second, a really, really long second that might have actually been a minute or two, she kind of wanted to cry.

"I love you guys," she whispers, giving Andy a kiss on the cheek before crouching down to give every one of them a hug and a kiss of their own. "I'm so lucky to have an awesome family like you."

"We're lucky to have an awesome mom," Jack mumbles, not looking up at her.

"Awesome wife," Andy adds, returning her kiss and going across the room to gather up the twins. They never struggle around him, though they do love to play with the buttons on his shirt. "Who is seriously the greatest, coolest mom on the planet. Right guys?"

With a resounding, huge noise, they all voice their agreement. April's really not prepared to handle any of this, so she tries to focus on opening the gift bag and not how insane this all feels. Not that she expected anything less, since Andy's Mother's Day celebrations were always so insane and intricate and always involved defacing some part of their house.

"You don't have to get me presents, bug," April looks down at Roberta, smiling and then scans across all of them. Sam tightens her hold and April looks over her shoulder at the yawning girl. "I already have such an amazing gift right here."

She means it.