A/N: This is a reupload (agh, not those again!) of something that was requested over the weekend that I wrote up then. It's cute, I think. So, yeah.

Have some April anxiety, Sonia, and Andy showing the potential for awesome fatherhood.

The thing about watching triplets is that, a lot of the time, they get hurt. It's never serious, and even April's morbid soul doesn't want anything gruesome to happen to these kids, but they get scrapes and bruises. Andy, more often than not, is busy wrestling with all of them at once, screaming for April to join, before one of them just gets overzealous or tips over something.

Cue the crying, and the worrying kids because one of Andy's guitars fell on the floor, and all the fun stuff. April doesn't ever mind, though. Andy immediately tries to calm them, just like now, the higher strings of the guitar, near the head, slid along Sonia's arm and cut her a neat little mark just below her shoulder. When the guitar landed with a soft thud against carpet, her eyes widened in fear.

"Uncle Andy I'm so-"

"Oh my God," he interrupts, grabbing her arm and inspecting the barely-there cut like she had just lost an arm. His eyes, too, grow huge and by now April's already going for the little first aid kit in their bathroom. "You're okay, right? Does it hurt? You're not bleeding, so that's cool."

"Your guitar-"

"C'mon, let's go get you patched up," he picks her up without warning, like she's still a child or just hurt her leg and when he brings her into the bathroom Andy sets her on the sink. April, meanwhile, is busy opening the stupid box and admiring how adorable Andy is with children.

Which is why, about three weeks ago, she made the decision to go ahead and have a kid. First off, pregnancy would be gross and she'd be sweaty and mean all the time so, duh, that's already a win. She could go into labor and have her own birth mix that could be filled with indie folk-pop songs and 50′s jams, and wear zombie makeup to scare everyone and make her kid know that she's weird right from the start, and it all seems pretty appealing. And April remembers that, yeah, she's not alone.

She's got Andy in this and, looking at him instantly forgetting about his guitar that might have, at most, gotten a scuff because a kid - not even his kid - had a minor scratch.

Secondly, it's been months and Andy hasn't said a word about it before she brought it up. April could tell that he wanted to but after their last microscopic fight over it he clearly didn't want to make her unhappy, but she couldn't stand by that. Not when the only thing barring her was questioning her capabilities and she had such an amazing, huge safety net of people she could trust. Hell, even Ben (gross) could help her with kids.

"Uncle Andy, I'm sorry about your guitar and please don't get mad and-"

"Whoa, slow down So-so!" Andy says jovially. His face breaks into a grin and he tousles her hair with his hand, looking at her hurt shoulder. "It's fine! It's totally cool. You don't have to apologize, I'm just happy you didn't get hurt."

"Is it gross? Let me see it!" April looks but then mutters something close to disappointment. "Ugh, your mom's gonna kill us," she says, half about this and half about the fact that April didn't tell Leslie the moment she learned she was pregnant.

"Yeah, last time you got hurt playing soccer with me and Stephen your mom yelled at us so bad," Andy says with chuckle, reminiscing and shaking his head. "Your mom's awesome."

April dabs a little of the Neosporin on her finger and tries her best to get the cut. Sonia hisses, apparently stinging, and Andy's face melts from laughter to worry but all it takes is a band-aid on top of it all to make it seem better.

"You're very brave," April whispers, giving her a hug and helping her down off the sink.

"Dad says brave people make laws and they help change the world," Sonia replies with that little precocious lilt in her voice, all too familiar to them by now.

"Yeah, well, bravery comes in all shapes and sizes," April notes, closing up the kit and locking it. Setting it on the topmost portion of the shelf above the toilet, she turns to look at Sonia again.

"Yeah, like April is-"

"A coward because I still haven't told your mom something very important," she butts in, because Sonia will spoil the surprise.

"Huh?"

"Look, all I'm saying is that I've been totally freaking out over something and you-" April shrugs her shoulders unsure what else to say. "I think if you can brave enough for that cut, I can tell your mom this."

"What is it?"

"Your aunt April and I are-"

"Andy," she warns and he shuts up with another giddy smile on his face. He's basically screamed it at anyone that will listen but they haven't told Leslie and it's killing them both on the inside. "You'll find tomorrow when we tell your parents."

"I wish I could be like you," Sonia says quietly.

"Huh?"

"You and mom do what dad says and… mom says bravery is being scared and doing it anyways," she explains. April doesn't get how a kid can know all this, just barely nine, and then she remembers that this is Leslie Knope's child so of course.

"She's right," April nods.

"I thought it was saving a train from a bunch of terrorists like Steven Seagal-"

April gives him a withering look, saying I'm trying to teach a lesson here, and he shuts up again. "Look," she squats down and looks at Sonia, eye level. "I'm so afraid of how… this thing is going to change our life but I wanna do it so bad, and with your uncle Andy, that I'm going to anyways just because I know it's what we want."

"Yeah, she's super brave," Andy chimes in, and April looks up to see his eyes absolutely fawning over her. To be honest, she can't wait to see his face when he sees their child for the first time. "Your aunt April is so amazing."

When Sonia leaves, her intellectual curiosity apparently sated, April stands up and takes a deep breath.

"We're gonna tell 'em tonight when they pick up the kids?" Andy asks, his voice barely hiding his excitement.

"Yeah," April nods, trying to breathe away the nerves but she can't help it. "I'm pregnant."

"Yep, that's all you gotta tell Leslie, babe," he rubs her shoulder and hugs her tight against him. "That's it. You don't even have to say it. I can-"

"No," she stops him. "No, I wanna tell her."

Andy's smile widens to the point where she feels like she'll be swallowed up by the sheer happiness there. "You really are amazing," he whispers and leans down to kiss her.