A/N: Anonymously requested on tumblr.

Saying no more because the very idea kills me inside in the best, most adorable way.

Part of the difficulty in articulating nostalgia is the exact nature of it – it's so familiar and barely even tangible at the same time; it's at the tip of your tongue but tastes so unique it can't be right.

April could spend the whole day digging into her thoughts, but she has other things to worry about. Namely, her giant husband stumbling in his spot, awkward motions on the used rollerblades they went out and bought on a whim. She still has a pair of those classic skates she squirrels away in a box every move.

Maybe that's why she's so into this, the old feeling of spontaneity that's not exactly missing in their life but… but something's different. It's dangerous, technically, and ridiculous that she's in her forties and teaching her fifty-two year old husband how to roller skate. Andy grins through the helmet straps flopping about his face.

The helmet was her idea. Again, things are different.

But then a blur slides past her peripherals and April smirks to herself.

"Mom, look at Robbie!" Sam points from her perfectly safe spot away from concrete curbs and broken bones in the grass. "She's so fast."

Andy whoops out. "That's my Bug," he shouts and though she is ripping around the block her reddening face at the nickname is obvious.

"Dad!" is all she yells back.

April finishes strapping herself in, eyeing up the four of them. The twins would undoubtedly get somebody hurt. It's not necessarily either of them, either. Jack hesitated at first but he decided to just hang out with the twins and watch them. Which, of course, meant he would steal away some time to play video games and make sure they were still breathing.

That counted as babysitting in their books.

"Babe, what made you decide to do-" Andy looks down at her. "Y'know, this?" Sometimes he forgets that she played softball in school, and that she doesn't hate moving around that much. It's usually the people she has to encounter along the way.

April stops to ponder it.

Nostalgia, that fickle word. It's easier to fumble with it than those skates. A park not very different from this cul de sac's corner is fresh in her mind, a smile not unlike the one she feels sketch itself onto her face greets her in that park. Her dad is just as much a klutz as Andy, and it's hilarious to think of his prim and proper, little smirk and freshly pressed khakis covered in grass when he inevitably falls.

Her mother claps and laughs, calling this nonsense but stopping none of it. Natalie is old enough to join, but she sulks for a while before joining in because, in one of those few memories, April is having the time of her life.

"Mom?" a voice interrupts her reverie.

Roberta is panting heavily, looking down at April with one hand shading the sun from her eyes.

"Yeah?" April answers quietly, standing up to totally not meet Robbie's frankly excessive height.

"Are we gonna race or what?"

This is going to be one of those memories too, April can tell already.