A/N: As of the positing of this chapter it's been, officially, a whole year since I started this fic, and even less than that since I started doing my one-a-day fic challenge, and then the four-day schedule happened, and then some personal problems and drama... and we're back to a poorly kept four-day.

Honestly, it's been a crazy ride so far. When I first started this fic I never thought it would grow like this. It was just an outlet for the cuteness I saw in this ship, and when I asked for prompts I thought I'd get nothing, y'know? It was a different time back then, all fresh and bright eyes and I was never sure where this was going. To what end, was basically what I asked myself. It was always to make more and more April/Andy fics because the world seriously lacked them and, hell, if no one else was gonna do it then I may as well.I remember writing for nobody back then, a handful of readers here and there that never quite stuck or the very rare exception that's been around since the beginning... either way, I remember what it was like "writing for nobody," and how depressing that thought was. Now I always know that people are going to read this, either right now when I post it or ten months down the line when they discover this fic for the first time and are in awe that there's so much fic here. It, honestly, makes me so happy.

This is way too long, sorry.

Anyways, I guess I really wouldn't be here without the people that read and request and, honestly, I have no idea what's ahead of us for this fic but I do know that I'm so happy that I got to share these adorable dumbs with the world over and over again.

"Babe, I said I'd handle it-"

"Look, he found a super cool dirty website and-"

"Don't call it super cool, he's six!" April yelled back at him.

"I never thought you'd be a prune," Andy said with a wry smile. She can only shake her head in exasperation at him.

"It's different when he's that little," she said, looking over her shoulder and down the hallway towards Jack's room. "I dunno. I don't want my baby-" and to that, Andy aww'd so loudly and with such a smile on his face that April grew hot in the face. "I don't want him to grow up to be a weird sex pervert."

"Like mother, like son," Andy grinned.

"Andy!" she berated him, slapping his shoulder.

"Okay, okay! I'm sorry... I'll go talk to him," he said, rubbing the side of his arm. Kids really built some muscles for April, which as far as Andy's concerned is super hot. "Our son won't be a sex-weirdo, I promise. He can be a football weirdo-"

"And serial killer factoid aficionado," April said with that low purr in her voice that brought a smirk to both of their faces. "Or a vampire football player."

"That sounds way better, anyways," Andy offered and then sighed.

"How're you gonna do it?" April asked him, curious.

"I have zero idea! I never got the talk," Andy said, putting air-quotes around that last word.

"Me neither," April shrugged. "I guess I just went on the internet like Jack."

"See, I told you! Like mother, like son," Andy said, laughing more a cackle than anything, before something dawned in his eyes and April gave him a curious look in response. "Oh my God-"

"Andy?"

"I have the best idea," he said, kissing April's cheek before scrambling to his feet and running out towards the garage.

Andy swung the door open dramatically, guitar in hand. He was joined by the opening bars of Johnny Karate's smash hit, "Mommies and Daddies."

Jack stared up at him, eyes wide, and Andy grinned.

April went about the house, exhausted, looking into the twins' nursery occasionally out of some kind-of time-grown nervousness despite years of practice and knowledge. Every once and a while, as she passed the bedroom where Andy and Jack were, a laugh or a guitar strumming and singing would come out.

Once, she swore she heard Andy say that, "Babies are made when two people do something awesome together." She smiled at that, because it's not technically wrong.

Sam was still asleep in her shared room with her sister, a goofy almost-toddler look on her face what with the whole open mouth, stretched out look and April can't help but grin. Robbie woke up from a nap, groggy and hungry, and April carried her around with her into the little home office she has, sitting at her computer to get a few things done while her daughter giggled and tried to touch the monitor, type with her mom, or just slam on the table. Apparently the cartoons on the other screen in the room weren't entertaining enough, so April called it a lost cause and left the office to go see how the whole "Talk" was going.

"So, um, d'you understand what you saw, little guy?" Andy asked seriously, his guitar sitting against the door. Crouching in front of his son, Andy's donned his karate gi of old and the persona of Johnny Karate was taken out of retirement just in time to teach a good lesson to Jack. "D'you have any more questions?"

Jack looked up at him. There were already a lot, and the curiosity was so cool to Andy. This was something he knew a lot about, so he could definitely answer all of them (probably too well, even) and so it felt, for the first time, like Andy was being a good dad. Not that he thought he was bad, and hey his kids were always laughing and smiling whenever he could make them, but this felt realer than anything else. This was real life and he was teaching his son something, like a good father does. Andy loved the ring of that: Andy Dwyer, Awesome Dad.

Yeah, it sounded awesome.

"Dad?"

"Yeah, bud?" Andy stood up only to sit next to Jack, eager to fill out that role even more. Every day he realized that this was the role he was born to play.

"Do you and mom do stuff like that?" Jack asked with all the naive curiosity he could possibly have.

Andy gulped in response and what came out next was more a nervous chuckle than anything else.

When Andy joined her and Robbie in the living room, April was playing with Sam's hands in hers - more making dumb sounds and giggling when their little girl did - while Robbie watched the TV with that sleepy child glaze to her eyes. Her nap was cut too short, Andy guessed.

"So, how'd it go?" she asked.

Andy smiled and sat down on the couch, lifting Robbie up with concerted effort (she was already so tall, it felt like there was another April walking around) to set her in his lap. "Super well," he answered with confidence.

"Really?"

"Well, he might have asked me if we do stuff like what he saw..."

"Andy," April warned him.

"What, I couldn't lie to my son!" he answered back defensively, his arms around Robbie like she could shield him from April.

Just as he said that, Jack walked into the kitchen and peered into the living room. His eyes grew wide at the sight of them and he dashed back into his room. When Andy finally turned his head to look back at April, she was shaking her head.

"If he grows up to be weird-"

"I know, it's definitely all my fault," Andy said with a growing smile. "It's definitely not his mom's fault. She's only into mummies and werewolves and blood and-"

"I think our kids are gonna be perfectly weird," April said, "with parents like us."

Andy grinned and leaned over, gave her a kiss on the lips, and sat back in the couch feeling like he was back in the running for Most Awesome Dad again. That immediately made him think of a coffee mug with that on it, and he had to tell April that he just got something caught in his eye because, seriously, that sounded so awesome. Which, really, was his outlook on parenthood as a whole. So maybe his son got The Talk a little early, but Andy knew the idea of his mom and dad in relation to those websites would scare him right off for at least a few years.

A-plus, Dwyer, he thought to himself just as Robbie turned in his lap to tug on his scraggly beard.