A/N: Happy birthday to lunabelle!

This is a gift to her that, really, I owe her at this point. This comes from an AU that I wrote in my smut collection, Whole Lotta Love on AO3 under the name opti, and if you want a little more context for the scenes beforehand it's... well, somewhere in there :D

So, yeah. Single parents AU! Enjoy :D

In the waiting room, April tosses out of the gross pile of papers and fights the wrinkles out of her skirt, trying to work out the previous session and reacquaint herself with not leaning into a wall for support. The guy behind her, salt-and-pepper hair and a wide grin on his face, is Andy.

This may or may not have been the first time they actually spoke to each other, and April is completely fine with that. She hasn't been on a date in too long, and hasn't bothered with people in general for who knows how long and this guy, this Andy with his wry smiles and hands that cautiously moved from her waist just moments ago, is direct. He got to the point, and he knew what he wanted. In that moment, it was her and for that, she tried to keep that restraint held close to her chest. Instead of revisiting the closed classroom, likely a mess and surely smelling of something naturally unwholesome and unwelcome in a classroom, they sat across from each other once again.

Business as usual.

"So," he starts with a long breath after like he's trying to mask his obvious exhaustion. From the sounds of it, it's been a while for him as well. "Um, your kid. How old is... he?"

"She's fourteen," April offers.

"Wow."

"Crazy world," she says, already sensing a boredom she desperately doesn't want with this Andy guy. "Yours?"

"He's sixteen, and, um, you... well, you don't," he shook his fist in the air like he was about to say something and thought better of it. He chuckles and continues a moment later with, "You sure don't look old."

"Had her when I was seventeen. Thought it would be cool to do it without protection and freak my mom out with a crazy demon baby," she says with a dark laughter, trying to imagine Sam as a practical joke and coming up short. She laughs again. "I mean, she's definitely demon-spawn."

"Gross."

"I know, right?" April says, following his half-disgusted and half-amused look with a smile that she can't seem to tone down. Nothing with Andy is toned down, not even his strong, strong grip and his face. Even for a- "How old are you?"

"Fifty," Andy answers with a grin. "Had him with, um... my ex." He quiets, and April picks up the cue not to ask. Instead, she spins that number in her head a few times.

Okay, almost twenty years. That's a number, April thinks to herself and wonders if she shouldn't have let him keep his little trophy in his pocket. And yet...

"So I just fucked an old dude?" she says with a low purr before laughing again, trying to stifle it and only letting out a weird chortle. Anything to lighten the mood. "Cool."

"Well, you didn't seem to mind," Andy says with the biggest shit-eating grin on his face he could likely muster. April's face burned hot in a matter of seconds, and she crossed her legs pointedly.

"D'you really not know what your kid did?" she asks, finally. As much fun, and potential fun later, this back-and-forth barbed, sexually released flirting was, she finds herself strangely curious.

"Eh, he probably just did doughnuts in the parking lot or something stupid. Way better than the dumb stuff I did in school," Andy waves her off and chuckles, scratching his scraggly facial hair. "I totally pantsed my principal when I graduated, so at least he hasn't done something that stupid..."

"You mean awesome?" April says, scoffing. Hot and cool? April thinks, sitting up and at the edge of her seat. She eyes his pocket. You can keep those now, Cool Hot Oldguy. "All I did was scare off teachers with pig guts and dress like Santa in June."

Andy's face hit that same, eerily cheery smile and he laughed. It was deep, and warm, and felt as strong and solid as everything else about him. The height difference probably helped too, but April couldn't stop herself from joining in and before long they were sharing stories like the one time that April left a hornet's nest she carefully extracted in a girl's locker; or the time Andy backed his truck in the school and literally ran through the school. When their kids emerged together, eyeing each other awkwardly the way only kids who are aware of each other vaguely can do, April and Andy are nearly rolling on the floor, gripping their sides with painful laughter, and sharing the stupidest high school stories like they were old friends reuniting.

In a sense, it seemed more like kindred spirits finding each other again.

When they pick themselves off of the floor, April straightens her skirt again and Andy flattens his collar over and over. It's so obvious, but maybe the two of them are oblivious enough to ignore it.

When they leave, Andy's already given her his number and she's wondering if they'll stop to eat or if she'll go to his place and recreate that classroom over and over. As April and Sam step into the car, her daughter only has a few words to say to her.

"He's cool," she says, and April answers that with a smirk.