Make any negative comment you want about the 2015 CBS version of the Odd Couple, but I love it. Matthew Perry and Thomas Lennon (as well as the rest of the cast) all have amazing chemistry together and some of the stuff on the show may seem cliché, but it's the clichés that we can't help but love and almost always expect to see on a sitcom.

Speaking of sitcom clichés: there's this fanfic. You can expect a bunch of those bits and plot points you'd see in a sitcom birth episode in this fic, but set to the Odd Couple canon.

Expect a few other references in here too. Yes, the title is obviously a reference to the Godfather, let's get that out of the way. And I'll admit, I did borrow/rip-off some parts from the 70's Odd Couple episode 'The First Baby'. If ya'll catch anymore, don't hesitate to let me know.

But in order to catch references in the story, there has to be a story. So here it is:

It had now been a complete year since Felix had moved out of Oscar's apartment and the effect definitely showed. Oscar Madison, dressed in a dirty gray t-shirt and boxers, lay snoring on his couch with a crumpled up, greasy paper plate on his lap. He also had a hangover. And judging by the complete mess in his apartment one would assume a wild party had been thrown here, but nope. It was Oscar too lazy to clean and too cheap to get a maid.

His silence was soon disturbed by a familiar, somewhat compulsive knock. "Felix is here," Oscar said to himself before he sat up, letting the greasy paper plate and chicken on said paper plate fall onto the floor. "Whoops," Oscar set the plate on the couch and picked up the piece of chicken from the floor. "Five second rule," he told himself before shoving the food into his mouth, wiping his hands on his shirt, and answering the door.

"Oscar!" sure enough, Felix Unger was standing on the other side of the door.

"Felix," Oscar acknowledged his friend and former roommate and gestured to the suitcases near Felix. "What up with the luggage?"

"Emily and I have decided to take you up on your offer."

"My what now?"

"Do you recall when I received that assignment to take photos of those Playboy models at the infamous mansion and you practically begged me to bring you along?"

"Yeah, and?"

"And while you were becoming more familiar with Miss October you said that you owed me one."

"Are you here to claim your debt?" Felix's nod was acknowledged with a groan from Oscar. "Felix, I only said that to be nice; I never mean anything I say when I want to familiarize myself with hot women."

"Yes, I remember. I said, 'Oscar, I know you're just saying that'. And then you said, 'No, really, I owe you big time for this, bro. Is it cool if I borrow one of your cameras?' Naturally, I declined the use of my cameras for your...intimate session."

"You're not gonna leave me alone unless I do this thing for you?"

"I will not."

Oscar sighed. "Alright, Felix, what do I have to do and why does it involve suitcases?"

"I request the use of your apartment."

"Excuse you?"

"Only for the next few days..." Felix peeked inside, "which is how long it might take me to clean up this mess."

"Why?"

"Oscar, have you seen your apartment?"

"No, I mean why do you need to stay here for the next few days?"

"I'm having my apartment redecorated and I wanted it to be a surprise for Emily. I'm certain that I can make some excuse as to why our apartment's being redone; but I require a place for us to stay while said apartment is being worked on." Felix couldn't help but stare at the mess that lay in front of him. "And I see that I have some work to do in this apartment as well."

"But I just got things back the way I like it." Felix glowered at him. "Oh, alright, fine, you can stay; but only for a few days."

"Thank you. You truly are a good friend." Felix picked up the suitcases and handed them to Oscar. "If you could just set these upright in my old bedroom in front of the dresser, thanks," and then he left.

Oscar made some sort of muffled sound, carried the suitcases to Felix's old room, and flung them in there without saying a word.

…

Later in the day, Oscar was (sloppily) eating a chili dog as his agent Teddy was going over the upcoming schedule. "That should give us something to do for Wednesday's show," Teddy concluded.

Oscar wiped some chili remnants from his face and set the plate with the entree on the couch. "Yeah, but it's a slow week for sports. What am I supposed to do for the shows after Wednesday?"

"That's one of the reasons I'm here," Teddy sat down in one of Oscar's chairs. "I have gotten you access to a big story."

"How big?"

"One word: scandal."

For some reason, Oscar was confused. "You got me an interview with Kerry Washington's football player husband?"

"Nothing in relation to the show Scandal; an actual scandal. Apparently, some kid has proof that a recent track and field competition at his college was fixed."

"Really? No one's broke this story yet?"

"The kid doesn't want to take the story to the cops because he's afraid they'll release his name to the school and he's already on academic probation. He told me he's pretty sure the guys responsible covered their tracks—which I realize is also a sort of pun and accidentally laughed at. Anyway, the kid's a fan of your show and asked if he could give you an interview this Thursday on the condition you leave out his name."

"Are you kidding? Something like this could really boost my career!"

"Which is why I said you'll take the job. The kid told me his name was Derek O'Connor and he's coming by Thursday afternoon to-"

Teddy was cut off by a familiar knock at the door. "Felix," both he and Oscar unisoned. Oscar got off the couch and went to answer the door.

Waiting on the other side of the door was indeed Felix, accompanied by a heavily pregnant Emily. "Hello Oscar," Felix gestured to Emily. "You remember Emily; my wife and the mother of my unborn child."

Emily let out a small chuckle as she waddled into the apartment. "I think he knows that by this point."

Oscar helped her sit down on the couch. "Yes, and yet it's still hard to believe Felix Unger reproduced." Felix glowered at Oscar for the second time that day. "So Em, it's been a while; how've you been?"

"Pregnant." She playfully remarked back as she tried to get comfortable in her seat. "Oscar, I really can't thank you enough for letting us stay with you while they clean out our apartment."

Teddy quirked a brow. "Clean out your apartment? The cleanest apartment in the building?"

"More like the cleanest apartment in the world," Oscar commentated.

"Is there like some bug infestation or something else that can possibly effect the very apartment I'm standing in right now?"

"Allow me to answer that question," Felix interjected rather quickly with a prepared excuse. "My favorite cleaning supply company has a new product they created and because I am an avid customer and subscriber on all of their social media outlets, they chose me to try out their new cleaning product and it was an offer I just couldn't refuse."

"Felix agreed to it before he read over some of the chemicals they used in their solvent and he's afraid there may be some in there that can harm the baby," Emily continued.

"The product has not been officially tested outside of their laboratories after all."

"So we're staying here just be safe."

"Better safe than sorry."

"New cleaning product, huh?" Oscar knew the story was a cover and decided to have a little fun at Felix's expense. "So Felix, what's the name of this product?"

Felix, however, was also prepared for this. "They do not officially have one yet. And if they did I'd be contractually obligated to keep that information confidential."

"Ooh speaking of names," Teddy changed the subject, "Diane wants to know if you and Emily have decided on a name for Baby Unger yet? I told her I'd ask next time I saw you guys."

Felix sighed, "Alas, we have not."

"We have considered naming the baby after my father if it's a boy," Emily began to explain, "but Felix isn't too keen on the name Robert."

Oscar shrugged. "What's wrong with the name Robert?"

"Felix's got this issue with any names that can be shortened."

Felix let out a sigh of what seemed to be exasperation. "If I'm going to come up with a name for my child, I want to come up with one name. One that's traditional, somewhat unique, doesn't have a shortened form of said name, and fits well with the last name Unger. A name like Liam, or Isaac, or Casper."

"Is your wife giving birth to a friendly ghost?" Oscar quipped.

"I happen to like that name."

"Do you know for sure if it's a boy?" Teddy asked.

"Alas, we do not."

"Alas, you can find out," Oscar (mockingly) reminded.

"I do not believe that is the proper usage of the word 'alas'."

"Don't correct me when I mock you or I'll kick your al-ass."

Emily brought back the focus. "I kind of hope we have a boy because we are having so much trouble even settling on a suggestion for a girl name. Because of Felix's nickname issue we've had to rule out names like Elizabeth, Jennifer, Katherine, or Margaret."

"Good call on avoiding the name Margaret."

"Margaret was one of Felix's earlier suggestions."

"This does not surprise me."

"And what's wrong with the name Margaret?" Felix argued back. "I happen to think it's a respectable name that more young women should use."

Emily disagreed. "He feels that way about other names like Ruth, or Pearl, or Maude."

"Oh, so you're having an old lady baby?" Oscar sarcastically asked Felix. This resulted in a third glower from Felix.

"Do you have any ideas for names, Oscar?"

"I dunno, but I'll try to come up with some non old-timey ones. You know, names that won't make your child resent you." Oscar noticed Emily's expression beginning to change. "Well, not so much you as Felix." With a fourth glower, they were coming close to breaking a record of disdainful looks. "So, can I have Teddy get you something?" That question resulted in an 'oh no you didn't' look from Teddy.

"No, I'm good for now. I think I'll just sit here and relax before I have to struggle to get my fat ass off the couch when I have to pee every half hour."

"Sounds...good, I guess."

"Oh no, did I just make everything awkward and uncomfortable again?" Emily was on the verge of a(nother) hormonal breakdown.

"NO!" Oscar realized how loud that sounded. "No, it's just I…" he gave a glance at Teddy that signified 'help me out here'.

"Relax Emily," Teddy seemed to know what to say. "It's not you; Oscar gets nervous around pregnant women." He let out a small chuckle. "You should've seen him when Diane was pregnant with Erin. I don't think I've ever seen a man so fidgety."

Oscar was somewhat embarrassed by this, but he had to admit that Teddy was right. "Okay, yeah, it's just...I dunno, I have this fear that I'm gonna be alone with a pregnant lady and I'd have to deliver her baby and deal with all that pain and screaming and gross stuff; it just makes me uncomfortable."

Felix let out a hearty laugh. "Oscar, Oscar, Oscar, you have nothing to worry about. The baby isn't due for another ten days and we'll be out of your hair by then. Besides, I will be the one tending to Emily while you...do whatever or whoever it is you do."

An alarm on Teddy's watch started to go off. "Damn, I forgot I have to pick up Erin from her ballet recital," he gathered his stuff. "I'll be in tomorrow, but I don't know if I'll be in on Thursday."

Oscar remembered what was happening on Thursday. "What?" He went over to Teddy and led him aside hoping Felix wouldn't hear him. "Thursday's that interview you set up, why aren't you gonna be here?"

"That Derek kid's nervous; he doesn't want anyone there but you."

"But you know what's going on; he told you everything over the phone, not me."

"Yeah, but he didn't give me any details. He just said his name was Derek O'Connor-which may or may not be his real name-and he'd feel comfortable if it was just you there. Remember I told you the kid's on academic probation and he's afraid this interview could get him kicked out of college. Just remember to keep the kid's name and other details he asks private private. Now I gotta go," he brushed past Oscar. "Bye Felix. Bye Emily."

"Goodbye Teddy," Felix bade his friend goodbye before turning to Oscar and Emily. "Now if you'll excuse me," he pulled latex gloves out of his pocket and slid them on, "I have some work to do."

"And I have a chili dog to finish," Oscar noticed the plate on the couch was empty and that the person sitting on the couch had remnants of chili around her mouth, "but it looks like someone finished it for me."

Emily belched. "Excuse me." As she was about to wipe her mouth with her hand, her husband quickly hurried over to her with one of his portable cleaning wipes and cleaned her face. "Thank you, Felix."

Oscar quirked his brow to Felix. "Let me guess: emergency wipes?"

Felix put the package of wipes back in his pocket. "You never know when such an occasion will arise."

"I do know that you better not use any of your portable cleaning supplies on me or I'll make sure something of yours will a-break."

"Your vague threat has been duly noted." Felix lowered himself to Emily's level. "Darling, you know if you were hungry I would have been more than happy to make you some cod liver oil and wheatgrass. Speaking of which, I brought over some leftovers. They're in my satchel; why don't I take them out and warm them up now?"

"Yum," Oscar could tell Emily was feigning excitement, but Felix thought she was being sincere. Felix gave her a quick kiss, took some sealed food out of his satchel (or "man-purse" as Oscar called it), and hurried off into the kitchen to prepare dinner.

"Cod liver oil and wheatgrass?" Oscar asked Emily. She nodded in response. "No wonder you ate my chili dog."

"I'm sorry I did," Emily apologized, "but I'm so hungry!"

"You don't actually eat that cod wheatgrass stuff do you?"

"I do when Felix is around. The problem is he's always around!" Emily sighed. "Don't get me wrong, I love him and I love that he's super excited for the baby but…I dunno, he thinks he knows what's best for me."

"He micromanaging everything again?" Another nod. "I know it's his annoying personality, but he does mean well. Ever since I've known Felix, he's always wanted kids."

"How come he never had any kids with Ashley?"

"They tried, but she never could get pregnant and they never did figure out whose fault it was. I think that's one of the reasons they divorced…that and his personality."

"Poor Felix."

"But if they did have kids then they'd probably still be together and the two of you would have never hooked up."

"Silver lining, huh?"

"Not really, we still have his personality." Emily playfully swatted him. "Well, at least I'm only stuck with him for a couple of days. I mean, it can't be as bad as when he was my roommate."

Felix quickly popped in from the kitchen. "Dinner time!" He hurried over and helped his wife off the couch and led her to the kitchen. "Oh and Oscar, you're welcome to help yourself to some of my special cod liver oil and wheatgrass."

"No thanks, I'd rather eat normal food."

"Yes, well your idea of normal food will surely kill you faster."

"I'm counting on it."

Felix pinched Oscar's cheek and chuckled. "Oh you and your inappropriately dark sense of humor." Before he went into the kitchen, Felix stopped and went back over to Oscar. "I hope you don't mind," he pulled a notepad out of his pocket.

"Are your pockets like Mary Poppins' magical bag or what? How deep are those things?"

Felix made some sort of indistinguishable noise. "Yes, well I have here a list of things Emily and I will need for our stay," he handed Oscar the notepad.

Oscar opened to the first page. "Huh, this doesn't seem so bad."

"Oh, and because you have a tendency not to look at the back of the page, I put every item on the odd pages," with that, Felix went into the kitchen.

Oscar flipped the first page to see more items listed on the next page. "Oh God," he kept flipping the pages until Felix's list ended conveniently on the last page of the notepad. "Why did I not see this coming?" Oscar sighed. "'I'm only stuck with him for a couple of days, it won't be so bad'," he mocked what he had said earlier. "Just when ya think you're out, they pull ya back in." He got off the couch. "Might as well go to the store," he went over to Felix's man-purse, took out Felix's wallet, and left.

I really wasn't sure how to end this chapter. I kind of just wanted to do a setup chapter and start the next one as a kind of aftermath of Oscar's decision. Things will definitely pick up in the next chapter.

I've officially decided this will be 3 chapters. Why? Because my title is clearly a rip-off of The Godfather and the Godfather had 3 movies, this story will have 3 chapters entitled Part I, Part II, and Part III.

Plus, I have enough story material for like only 3 chapters so it all works out.

And yes, there is kind of a reference to Matthew Perry's other show FRIENDS in there. I wanted to see if anyone can catch it. If you can't, that's fine too. Like I said, it's kind of a reference but when I wrote that line, I thought of the show FRIENDS. If I made any other references I'm not aware of, feel free to let me know.

So, what do we think? Any feedback is welcome.