A/N: It's been a month since I've posted something here?

Well, I blame Forever Enough and all the smut you've thrown at me lately! Anyways, this was requested anonymously on tumblr!

Enjoy.

All April wants to do on her birthday is sleep until, like, three o'clock in the afternoon with Andy, have him order a pizza, and then continue "sleeping" until the day's over. Is that too much to ask for?

Well, apparently.

Because instead of simply waking up, groggy and in dire need of toothpaste, she's greeted with an indecipherable shout and the honk of a party horn. Goddamnit, Andy, because of course he thought it'd be cute to make her crappy birthday breakfast that she'd love and be annoyed with all at once - April can't eat more than a granola bar when she wakes up, but he probably just forgot - and now she has to get up and rub the bleariness away from her eyes with her knuckles. Instead of that obnoxiously lovely sight, there's balloons in her room. Pink and black ones.

Oh, and Leslie and Ann.

"Happy birthday, babe!" Andy shouts, holding that stupid party honker in his hand. He rushes over to lean down and give her a hug that feels so unwelcome she wants to scream.

"Andy..."

"Happy birthday," Leslie follows suit. April hates this hug even more, because her entire situation is a mess and she has all these people in her bedroom and Andy's just beaming like she isn't about to freak out in a million different ways. "So, Andy and I planned everything out today."

"Yeah, Leslie's so smart with planning stuff," Andy chimes in.

"Thank you," Leslie notes and continues. "But, of course, the wonderful Ann Perkins volunteered to help and-"

"Ugh, Ann's here?" April groans and pulls her covers up to her neck, peering around the mess of balloons that they must have sneaked in while she was sleeping. Ann does poke her head into sight and April pulls the blankets all the way over her head. "Please, go away."

"But April, we've got a hike planned and a visit to the-"

"Wait, we planned a hike?" Andy asks and she hears genuine confusion in his voice. April already knows what Leslie and Andy planning meant - Leslie planned, Andy was told to go get favors and food. Groaning quite loudly, she wishes that Leslie would have let him plan this so the prospect of a hike would be nowhere near her life.

"Yes, Andy, a hike! We have incredible scenery and April spends all of her time inside-"

"Where I like it," April yells through her blanket and sits up in a huff. She ignores her hair flying in fourteen directions - Thanks, Andy - and the bags under her eyes at her own frustrations. "Leslie, I don't... thanks and everything, or whatever, but I don't wanna do that crap."

"Yeah, I thought we were going to take April to a graveyard museum or something," Andy says, and his confusion is clear.

"See? He gets it," April gestures to Andy. "You're so smart, babe."

"Aw," Andy grins and waves her off.

"But... Ann and I spent so much time developing a schedule for-"

"Okay, first of all, I had nothing to do with that," Ann notes with a laugh. "Happy birthday April, but Leslie kinda-"

"Look, I just want my friend to have a great birthday, so I planned the greatest birthday on the planet and-"

"And it's a hike, and a visit to somewhere that's likely totally boring?" April asks, sighing. She wipes at her eyes, getting the grit from her eyes.

"Yes," Leslie defends. "Nature, which is something that I know you enjoy. There could be animals along the way, and you... don't like knowing anything about anybody," she clearly deflates as she speaks.

"Leslie, seriously I just wanted to sleep in all day," April chuckles.

"But you do that every day!"

"Yeah, but we could sleep in... like, y'know, sleep in more," April says pointedly. Everyone catches her drift and Ann glances at Andy quickly with her nose quirked.

He takes note of the look and nods knowingly. "Yeah, she means like sex," Andy explains to nobody.

Leslie groans. "Well, maybe... we can salvage something from this itinerary?" She hands April a black binder with a collage of photos April didn't know she'd taken of her at work.

A pen dangles on a chain attached to the black binder. Inside is an abstract, a few pages of notes on April's hobbies and likes and dislikes, and then finally a neat timeline. It's only a little worrying. Each item on the timeline has information on the locations and pages of potential activities in store, and April shakes her head. There's hours of work here. Days, even. She keeps flipping and there's just more and more, and after Andy flops down on the bed, rests his chin on her shoulder to look at the binder with her, April's eyes are wide in disbelief. Okay, so she knew this couldn't have taken seconds when it comes to Leslie Knope, there's no way.

But this?

"So, is there anything cool in there?" Andy asks, shifting to move an arm around her shoulder and look down with her.

"I mean... the hike is lame, so that's a no go," April says slowly, looking back down at the timeline. There's something in the afternoon that's not entirely terrible. "Museum is boring, no. Ew-" April shows the pages to Leslie and Ann and points at an item on the list, "shopping with the girls?"

"What?" Leslie asks, strangely like it's the greatest injustice she's ever heard in a question.

"How about..." April sighs and points at the activity - ugh, the whole word is just ugh to her right now - and Andy's eyes go wide. He laughs out loud. "I mean, you guys are gonna leave for a while but..."

She takes the pen and circles Start an amateur all-women's roller derby team several times and draws several thick arrows pointing to it. When April shows Leslie, that great cackle comes out of her and April manages a smile.

"Ann, I told you to strike that one off!" she turns and looks at Ann, who only shrugs.

"I thought it'd be funny," Ann says honestly.

For a moment, it's not all bad. But, really, how much time could this have taken Leslie? April's never really been confronted with that personally. Yes, Leslie would spend a thousand years working on projects, like the Harvest Festival, but April thought that energy was entirely for work. Yet, here is this little bit of care and genuine work for her that was never expected at all.

And, for some reason, that makes this okay. That, and of course the image of Ann falling over while trying to roller skate. That was pretty good, too.

"Babe," she nudges Andy after a few moments.

"Oh, right," Andy stands and clears his throat. "Okay, well... we'll be around at whenever time. Um, like four or something?"

"Maybe a bit-"

"Four!" April shouts, pumping her fist in the air and flopping back in bed.

"Yeah, so that," Andy says and opens their bedroom door. "So, um, we're gonna... celebrate in our marital bed with some good, old-"

"TMI," Ann says and rushes out the door, Leslie following suit.

Just after Andy closes the door, April's chest finally depressurizes and she can breathe again. She's almost relieved until a shouting Happy birthday is heard through the walls, Leslie screaming before leaving. Sitting up a bit, Andy's got his doofy grin and she beckons him with a curled finger for some celebrations.