A/N: It's been a while since I've written anything, but my wife and I have recently adopted and it's been a wild ride! Anyways, here's a quick dose of cutesy kid!fic.

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Enjoy!

In all the ways that April imagined spending her weekends, especially long ago, this was not one she would have considered fun before Jack. It was easy babysitting Leslie's children, even if there were three of them all at once and for whatever patience she could muster she wasn't prepared for that then, because at the end of the day she could give them back to Leslie. None of the truly difficult work was hers, ever, and it made enjoying being around the triplets a blast. To say it was different with Jack would be a bit of a joke, to be honest.

He wasn't especially fussy at nights in any way that made him an outlier and he didn't cry all the time regardless of what she did, but at the end of the day she was drained. Even when she went back to work a scant few months after his birth, April still felt that overwhelming fatigue that came with a newborn baby. It was like an eternal, low-impact migraine. Light became an obnoxious fixture of her life, food bland, and her eyelids forgot to do anything other than droop. She couldn't just hand him back to someone else, she was the someone else. Of course, Andy knew what he had wanted and he was in for exactly as much as he could give - he played the stay-at-home dad for now, willingly, and every day she'd come home and his eyes would light up seeing her, face already caught in a grin over something Jack did.

He made it seem so effortless. Maybe he hid it much better than she did, knew when to yawn out of sight and close his eyes for thirty seconds, and April was so out of it recently she couldn't quite catch any of it.

Either way, she decided to start on this Saturday to realign her thinking about all of this.

"You know you make mommy so tired?" she whispered to Jack, carrying him like precious cargo from one room to another. "Like any good monster baby should."

She didn't really know what she was saying but Andy was out running a quick errand and Jack grew restless in the midday as always. So, April did what she knew best. When Jack babbled back at her, April would wait for him to quiet and ask him all sorts of questions. She'd agree with him, ask him if life as a baby was really that difficult, and he'd always respond the same way. His little face would light up, giggling and staring up at her.

For every day that April spent showing Jack the wonders of painting with yogurt on the inside of the bath tub, getting absolutely drenched with Andy along the way, that sense of difficulty fell away. It was still hard work, but now when she tickled Jack's belly and heard Andy pull back into the driveway she didn't feel that guilt-ridden sense of relief that she wasn't alone in this. Instead, she just waited for Andy to enter and timed her favorite game of peek-a-boo for exactly that moment.

When the door opened, Andy sang out, "I'm home, babe! And baby!"

He loved that little addendum to his usual singsong notice for his arrival. April suppressed a chuckle before hiding her face in her hands, Jack squealing underneath her.

"Oh, I hear the coolest baby boy in the world!" Andy yelled out from the kitchen, dropping off the bag of groceries he promised to get the other day. "Where-"

Just as Andy entered the room,. April threw her hands open and revealed her face to Jack. She gave a cry half-strangled with laughter, "Peek-a-boo!"

Jack stared up at her eyes twisted to look in different directions, her tongue sticking out, and cried out. He giggled like mad up at his mother and when April couldn't take it any longer she cracked, laughing to herself and with her son, before reaching down to resume tickling the soft belly rumbling with laughter. It didn't take very long before Andy sat down beside her, throwing his arm around her and kissing her cheek.

She could feel him smiling, radiating warmth over the scene, and to be honest April felt it the same.

There were hard days but this Saturday would not be one of them.