A/N: It's been WAY too long! Have this drabble I wrote at 5am like a crazyperson.

Requested anonymously forever ago.

April fumes at the stupid screen of the Gryzzlphone, wishing this stupid call would connect and that Leslie would just pick up her phone. Urgent, random house calls weren't April's favorite thing in the world, and she really didn't need Leslie to have vanished from her house at two o'clock in the morning for some lame reason like work.

This was, also, the only real alone time she'd had all day. Sure, kids were weird and said the most bizarre crap - especially goaded on by April - but, right now, she wants to sit and relax. Or, really, relax as much as the current flesh-passenger in her uterus would let her. Finally, the fuzz that always comes with the first few moments of these really sub-par connections breaks through, and Leslie's face is bright in April's face.

"Good morning, April!"

"Ugh," she groans, wondering if she should just go to sleep instead and worry about this in the morning.

"Why'd you call? Are you delivering? Is Andy there? I can call in some favors down in D.C. and get you-"

"Leslie, I'm only six months in calm down," April says with an only partially annoyed roll of her eyes. "I just... could I ask you for some, um, help?"

"Oh, of course! I was up anyways. Y'know, the only thing more exciting than redrawing district lines is being the one in charge of the whole thing! God, April-"

"Oh my God," April interrupts Leslie before her brain explodes. "Please, I just need you to tell me that I'm not the worst, okay?"

Leslie quiets instantly.

"So, today Jack really didn't want to go to preschool, right?" April starts, the words annoying her already. "Ugh, and I didn't let him and he called me the worst mom ever, and I... I dunno."

"Oh, April..."

"I'm terrible, right? He wasn't sick, though. If he was super, duper sick then we could have hung out or something, but-"

"April, this is... hm," Leslie stops herself and then a loud snort erupts over the call. Leslie hides her face and a cackle is all that comes from the call.

"What?"

"April, I'm just... oh no, here it comes," Leslie laughs again and when she looks back at April, she's clearly trying to hold back that transition from laughter to tears. "So... you, April Ludgate, are not a terrible mother for this one thing. You're doing an amazing job!"

"Well, he was really upset with me and called me-"

"He's overreacting, April. He's only five!" Leslie claims, much louder than before, but April isn't buying it. "Look, you did the right thing. Tomorrow... or today, I guess, God, he's just going to tell you he loves you in the morning and then you'll play video games and eat candy all day."

"Yeah, I thought about that," April says, sniffing quietly and decidedly not rubbing at her eyes with the back of her hand. "Andy played with him, like, all day when he picked him up."

"And?"

"And he was super tired, and when I got home he hugged me and we ate dinner," April says quietly like she's admitting to fibbing.

"I don't think playing with Robbie and Sam and Andy could let him be mad at you for too long," Leslie tells her. "He probably forgot the moment he was in school playing with his friends."

"You're probably right," April admits, sighing. "Thanks, Leslie."

"No problem, April," Leslie beams back at her. "If you ever need anything-"

"I'll avoid you and have a seance to contact my great-grandmother, gotcha," April says. Leslie gives her that same old half-smile and shake of her head. "All right, I'll call you or whatever..."

"Yay!" Leslie shouts. "Oops, I think that woke up Ben. Gotta go, April! You're great, a great mom, and I lo-"

April hangs up without letting Leslie finish. Taking a deep breath, she sits herself up and walks back to her bedroom, slinking between the sheets next to Andy. He groans, turning around and wrapping his arms around April, pulling her into his chest.

You're a great mom repeats in her head, in Leslie's voice, urging her back to sleep and towards a little relief.