A/N: Thanks for reading :)
"What about this?" April asks for what must have been the twelfth time. Andy opens his eyes as he was instructed every time, sitting on their bed and waiting for her.
The surprisingly snug-looking sweater that Leslie had given her doesn't cling or reveal anything that her ballooned stomach didn't already show. Andy heard people say a bunch of random crap about how different she would look, and how seeing your wife pregnant or give birth would change how he saw her forever. It did, but not like they likely meant.
"You look awesome babe!"
"You've said that about all of these," April complains, groaning afterward and looking down at herself. "Why'd you have to make me look like this?"
"Maybe we should've made a skinny baby, babe," Andy wonders for a moment before standing up and walking over to April. "Then, you wouldn't have to worry."
"Andy–!"
"I mean, you look great! You really do, honey. I swear," Andy promises. And she does, and he can't get over all of the ways he craves her now. Maybe it was some weird, paternal thing that drove him mad. He doesn't think about it often, or for any amount of time. "You look more beautiful than I've ever seen you in my whole life."
"Really?" April asks incredulously and with more than a hint of caution in her voice.
"Yes," he insists. Taking her hands in his, Andy threads his fingers between hers and steps a bit closer. "Seriously, babe. You know I'm into you."
"Thanks for the reminder," April monotones, but her lips curl up into a genuine smile.
"I could maybe, uh, remind you before we go to dinner with Leslie?" he offers with raised eyebrows and a grin.
"Andy you... you-" she stops, biting her bottom lip before letting out a short huff of breathy laughter. "You always have the most awesome ideas."