A/N: This was requested as more of the tattoo artist AU (the full fic that started this whole universe is under the title "Leaving the Villa for the Deaf" either on my profile here or at AO3!) but with the caveat of "pregnant April."

So, yeah. Enjoy! I hope?

"Woah," April breathes out more than speaks. Her hands go to her stomach on instinct and she jolts forward an inch on their bed.

"What?" Andy turns over, looking at her intently. If she has to guess, it's worry. "Babe, you okay-?"

"He, um, he did... um-" she blinks a few times and then laughs.

Really, the last thing that April expected in her life was the concept of settling down. She was used to living on the road, not really sticking to one place, and existing practically to watch her sister night and day and pretend that she could be better than either of her parents ever were at taking care of them. Maybe that part made sense, in some infinitesimal way, and all of this should be clear to her, but instead she's simply amazed that she's lying down on a bed that she owns and there's a soul of pure joy and love right next to her.

Andy, though, he expects everything of this. To him, April is going to be the coolest mom ever and, really, he's not sure what he was even doing before April. Tattoos, yeah. Paying bills, seeing shows, buying stuff. It was all so plain and normal and not in the way like this felt. It was boring. With April, he never thinks anything other than holy crap, there's a baby in her and it's ours.

"What's up?" he asks her again.

"He kicked," she says, running her hand up her disproportionate stomach. "Dude, c'mere." With that, April takes his hand and puts it against her stomach, looking down at where they're both resting against her with obvious impatience. It takes a few moments and just before she sighs out disappointment, a little nub taps at the side of her stomach and Andy can clearly feel the pressure there. "See? He kicked. Dude... our baby kicked."

On some level, the kick did drive the happiness straight to Andy's heart. It wasn't just that, though. It was mostly the awe in her voice. The way April smiled and kept their hands on her belly, anxiously awaiting another before it happened and exclaiming with the same joy. Kissing briefly when it happened a second time, Andy couldn't help himself and leaned down to rest his cheek and ear against April. It takes him a minute to realize that the baby is either exhausted or no longer enjoying the whole kicking thing - and, really, April could use less of the total ass kicking pregnancy was giving her so he didn't really mind - and then, absentmindedly, he begins to hum.

The first thing to come to mind is a Pearl Jam song, probably totally inappropriate but it's what he has. April's hands feather through his hair while he hums, sings to their son. The thought, the simple thought of it all, brings an unstoppable grin to his face all the while - his son; their son.

"Hey babe," April finally interrupts him when he passes over the chorus once more, hopeful that this noise and all the love Andy already has for his little boy comes through.

"Hm?"

"I'm super glad we're doing this," she reminds him like he's not sure she's prepared for it. "Love you."

"Yeah, love you too," he says and leans up once more to kiss her softly. When they break apart, Andy opens his eyes and gives her that same grin that's been stuck to his face for who knows how long, and she returns it gladly. "Our baby's gonna be so awesome."

"The best."

"And he's gonna grow up to be a super cool guy who takes care of his mom and dad, and we're gonna love him so much," Andy trails off, whispering and muttering more about how amazing their kid is going to be and how he's the luckiest person in the entire universe. He lays himself down back at his spot, just beside her and cheek resting against her stomach, before sighing in content.

"We're gonna love him so much," April reaffirms and leans her head back, hands still in Andy's curls, to try and get some sleep in this absurdly comfortable position. Andy, however, wants to say everything he can to his son and hum every song he knows, play all of them on guitar, and be the greatest dad on the planet from this point forward.