"This bed is like, a million times better than the couch, right, babe?"

She grunts in response. Lying on her side, her naked back to him under the covers that she's bunching up around her with her messy hair and quiet breathing, she looks like exactly the sight he wants to fall asleep to every single night for ever and ever.

"Like, totally better," he goes on when it becomes obvious that she isn't going to answer, "I'm so glad Burly moved out."

She grumbles something under her breath. She can be a bit grouchy when she's sleepy at night, he found out early into their relationship. Or when she's just woken up. Or in the middle of the day. Any time, really. She's adorable.

"I mean, he was the one paying the bills," he thinks out loud and hugs her from behind. Her skin is soft against his hands and her hair smells like sex. With a tired moan, she slightly arches into him like a cat (a beautiful, beautiful sexy naked cat) and he guesses she might be falling asleep soon. "But still, we get the house for ourselves."

"Mmh, sure," she says in a sleepy sigh and turns around in his arms. Her head rests on his shoulder, fits right into him, as they always do, the two of them. "You're warm."

He supposes he should sleep at some point, too, but he's feeling just so damn happy that his brain refuses to shup up. Sometimes he has these moments, when he thinks about how perfect his life is. Cool job as shoeshinist, cool house, cool boss (he isn't completely sure who is his boss but he thinks it's Chris and Chris is super duper cool) and, of course, the coolest overall best freaking wife in the universe, no, in all the universes ever.

"I love you so much," he says because that thought is constantly on his mind and sometimes he just has to let it out. But when he glances down, April's fallen asleep and is already snoring, that cute little snores she makes that are just heavy breathing really, but he still teases her about it. At least he knows the conversation part is over for tonight.

He has no idea what he's done to deserve this, to be so happy with her, but he knows that he's not wasting it. He's living it to the fullest. There's no way he is going to ever stop working full time to make his perfect wife happy. She's perfect and sleeping beautifully right now and that gives him an idea for a song. Slowly, with all the care in the world, he disentangles himself from her and stands up quietly. He can't help pressing a kiss on her temple before leaving the room, and she whimpers just a little bit, in the cutest way, in her sleep, but thankfully doesn't wake up.

In the kitchen, he grabs himself a beer and checks the time on the wall. 12:30 am. He is definitely going to be tired tomorrow, but since he can't sleep, he might as well put his time to good use. Besides, he can always take a nap at work tomorrow. Or even a sexy nap with April, but that might defeat the purpose of getting some sleep.

The house is quiet this late at night and for a second, Andy almost sings out loud to hear how it would in the silence but he remembers just in time that April's sleeping. He's going to have to be quiet when he starts writing that song, just after drinking his beer. He already has the title: Sleepy wife. Another great track for April Ludgate is the best ever. He takes a big sip of beer and sits on the couch, but feels something weird under him.

It's a present. The paper is already torn and the content has been put back hastily inside, but it's clearly a present, probably for him and April, and there is a note in it.

To my favorite couple, April and Andy,

I wish you the best life together, the happy and fulfilling life you both deserve. You two were made for each other and it's been one of my greatest joys to witness your love blossom. I hope this small gift gets you through the coldest nights, but the warmest comfort is being at home with the people you love.

I love you both. Congratulations on the wedding. It was beautiful.

Leslie Knope

Parks Department

Inside, there is a blanket. It's soft and pretty, like everything Leslie makes, and Andy feels a huge smile plastered on his face at once. He always thought Leslie was rooting for them, but he feels blessed to read it plainly anyway. That blanket is beautiful. He wasn't exactly expecting any wedding gift, not from her, not from anyone (his mom gave him a set of new flanel shirts and a new dishwasher, and also made him his favorite meal the day after the wedding, and it's actually a lot coming from her, because she hasn't been doing that much ever since he's lost his father, but she's his mom, of course she'd give her little boy something for his wedding), so it comes as the best kind of surprise: surprise gifts. Also great are surprise parties and surprise sex.

"Andy?"

He scrambles to his feet, the blanket still in his hand, as soon as he hears her voice. April's sitting up in bed, rubbing her eyes, and seems oddly relieved when she sees him.

"Hey, babe, what's up?"

She groans and her voice is still a bit slurred from sleep.

"I woke up and didn't see you and I just…"

"Hey, hey," he's immediately at her side, hugging her, and she presses into him, holding him tight. "I was just in the living room cause I couldn't sleep, babe, that's it. I'm here now."

"Mmh… I'm cold…"

He rubs her back and she's so tiny and precious when she's like this that it makes his wedding vows of protecting her all the more meaningful. Suddenly writing Sleepy wife seems very unimportant, and caring for his actual sleepy wife seems like the most important thing in the whole world. Wrapping the gift blanket around April, and their comforter, and the blanket they stole from Burly's family house (Burly never even noticed they had it), he gets her as warm and comfortable as he can.

"There you are!" he says, all chipper, "Super comfy and nice!"

She grabs his arm and pulls on it, and even though he's vastly stronger than her, he still gets the meaning and lies down beside her under the covers.

"I'm gonna turn you into a demon zombie if you go now."

Her arms locked around his neck, she's looking straight into his eyes and pretending to be a witch again.

"Wouldn't dream of it," he says and gives her a kiss before she closes her eyes and nestles herself against his shoulder, ready to fall back asleep any second.

The song will definitely wait until tomorrow to be written.