A/N: I honestly have no idea how I managed to cobble together 200 (technically 199, or even so 198, but let's not talk about that) fics together, but here we are. It's been crazy, and I hope to keep writing fics about these two as long as people continue to want them!

Or whatever.

Either way, this is more in the Single Parents AU that lunabelles is so fond of! I blame her for any, if not all, of this :D

Requested anonymously.

"Woah, I didn't know you knew how to cook!" Andy all but shouts in Jack's ear, caught by surprise with the so elegantly put-together pot of water and store-bought pasta.

"What... it's spaghetti, dad," Jack says slowly.

"Yeah, and?"

"And, what did you think we were gonna do?"

"Oh, I figured we'd, um... yeah, that's a good point," Andy admits.

"You should cook for your own date..."

"Well, it's very important and she wanted to come over here and you're the best kid in the world so you offered to-"

"To cook for everyone with my masterful chef skills," Jack flourishes with one hand, the other busy with a very boutique spice. Namely, salt. "I'm sure you need my help, anyways..."

"Where'd you learn that?" Andy asks, changing the subject abruptly.

"You gotta take a year of home-ec in middle school, and I liked the cooking stuff so that's been some of my electives..." Jack trails off, shrugging his shoulders at the tail end. "I dunno, it's fun. This is all we had, so I made spaghetti."

"Dude, that's so cool!" Andy lifts his hand for a high-five and Jack switches spoon hands to land it with a satisfying clap. "Chicks love a guy who cooks..."

"Jesus," Jack mutters under his breath as Andy walks off to ready the dining room table.

Meanwhile, only a few minutes' drive away, April groans at yet another red light. Sam, on the other hand, couldn't seem to care less about her surroundings. To her, the headphones in her ears and the screen of her phone were the entire universe at that moment.

"Y'know," April starts, looking over at Sam and expecting her to look back. April only sighs.

Sam reacts as if she were a startled sloth, taking a few seconds to finish whatever held her attention then to turn and look at April. She takes one headphone out, pointedly, and asks, "What's up?"

"I know you said you'd rather just order takeout and sleep," April takes the turn onto Andy's street and bathes in the lack of traffic lights, "but thank you for coming."

"Well, Andy isn't lame so... it's fine, I guess," Sam shrugs and looks back at her phone.

"Yeah, like I said. Thanks," April repeats it, as seriously as she can without getting ribbed for it by her daughter.

They pull into the driveway and only the full stop of the car gets Sam to step out.

Andy answers the door, Sam practically barrelling past him. Despite his best efforts, she won't even give him a high-five. April laughs when she sees him lower his hand in disappointment.

"Hey," she declares her entrance with the eloquence that this relatively benign dinner deserved.

"Oh my God, I'm so glad you came!"

"Always do," April says and leaves him with a kiss on the cheek, a bit of muffled laughter there, before heading off to find where Sam was trying to burrow herself away into.

It takes Andy a moment to get her joke, and then he grins wide on his way to the dining room.

After a few minutes, Jack comes out with the pot of spaghetti in his hands and Andy behind with the sauce.

"Jack is, like, a crazy good cook. Which I just found out today," Andy nod, "but if Jack is into it then he's awesome at it."

Jack only sighs and sits at his seat across from Sam. April and Andy sit at opposite ends of the small table and it takes them a second to realize that their view was blocked by the comically over-large pot Jack had chosen for the pasta.

"Well, maybe he needs to work on some stuff still..." Andy says, peeking over the pot naturally. April has to look up to see him.

"Or maybe you've just got stupid, tiny chairs," Sam offers suddenly.

April stops for a second, because although Andy's awesome he hasn't dealt with Sam often. He could reveal himself to be a total ass in this one moment, or...

He could laugh and smile, just like then.

"Well, at least we've got-"

Andy looks at Jack, and their eyes bug out wildly.

"The bread!" they shout in unison, Jack pushing his chair out a little too fast and bumping the table with his gangly knees. The sauce next to him jiggles at the end of the table nearest April, who tries to grab it from slipping off.

She manages just in time, but Sam stares at the whole scene while Andy manages to nearly trip over the chair he was just sitting in a second earlier.

"So..." April whispers to Sam. "This is nice."

"Sure."

It takes them a few more moments, and April hears them bicker at each other during, before Andy emerges with his hands folded and his mouth a tight line.

"Okay, I hope you guys like your garlic bread crispy."

"Are we talking carbonized crispy?" Sam asks reflexively.

"I... it is all fine, this is fine," Andy coughs and steps out of the way of Jack, who comes bearing a tray of what looks like black lumps of coal. "It's, um..."

"Perfect," Sam mutters.

Jack looks down at his ruined bread before setting it down with an unceremonious thud on the nearest island table. It wobbles there, and no one so much as gestures to take a piece.

After a few minutes of awkward eating, Sam stealing glances at what she was clearly most excited for, Andy finally clears his throat and sets his fork down.

"So, I, uh... we, I mean. We wanted to do this, this date thing here because we wanted to tell you guys something really cool and-"

"Dad," Jack interrupts.

"Man, can I just give one cool speech-?"

"Yeah, but you've got, um," Jack gestures at his own lip and then opens his palm, making a wiping motion all around his chin. "Yeah, something your, uh... face."

"Your whole face," April tells him, smirking.

Andy seems unfazed, continuing his so-called speech. "Well, I'll get it later because the napkins are still in the kitchen and this is important."

"Very important," April deadpans to Sam, who only shakes her head.

"April - y'know, your mom," he nods at Sam, who lifts an eyebrow in amused annoyance. "So, yeah, we are... we. I am dating your mom, full stop."

"And as you know by now Jack, considering I come over her practically every weekend, am dating your dad-"

"I bought noise-cancelling headphones months ago," Jack says. "I know."

Andy's face turns an adorable hue of red and April has to bite her smirk back hard (mostly because of Sam's upturned nose and half-wretched grimace) before he clears his throat again.

"So, um, yeah! Super cool, you're super cool," he says, pointing at Sam. "Your mom's super cool, and we're just cool together... right?"

"Totally," April nods, taking her cue. "That's what this amazingly weird dinner is all about. Talking about how awesome we are."

"And that we wanted to make sure you're cool with this," Andy says, glancing back and forth between Jack and Sam.

"Yep," April agrees.

Jack shrugs before saying, "I mean, at least you wait until I'm out of the house."

"I wish they'd wait until I was out of the country," Sam whines.

"Okay, that's enough of that," Andy says, standing up with that same red blush. "I'm gonna go... uh, dish. Dishes. You wanna dish?" he offers, pointing at April. "We should dishes."

"What are we doing?" April asks, goading him on.

"We're doing the dishes!" he says louder, picking his and Jack's plate up in a hurry.

"So, that was a success...?" Andy asks more than tells her, waiting for April to hand him another plate to toss into the dishwasher.

Dishes were too hard to do by hand, was Andy's stance.

"I mean, Jack almost made Sam throw up," April says, weighing her options here, "so that's pretty funny. Then again, your son definitely knows how much we do it in here."

"Which is why he's never here on the weekends," Andy says like she's about to ruin a good thing. Which, honestly, she might have been but it was fun pushing his buttons.

Hell, that's what got her here in the first place.

"Which is pretty cool..." she mutters, pretending like just calling him when she's driving him from work and getting an ear to complain to isn't just as rad. Or a shoulder to lean into during a cold night, wrapped in blankets.

"So..." Andy turns her around, hands on April's waist. The touch alone is soothing. "Success?"

April tucks her wet hands behind his neck and keeps them nestled against his soft curls. "Yeah, perfect mix of weird and now they know it's official."

"Score," Andy whispers before leaning in for a kiss.