A/N: Again, thanks to all who reviewed. Here's a nice long chapter since it's been a while since I updated:


Vince knocked on Cordelia's apartment door at noon the next day. When Cordelia answered, she pushed him away from the door instead of letting him in. She herself stepped outside too. "What'd I do now?" he asked.

"Nothing, yet. That's the point. I haven't broken it to Dennis yet that we're moving in together, so don't say anything, okay?" she asked.

"Um...alright. Why haven't you told him?"

"He's very sensitive."

"He's a ghost."

"A very sensitive ghost."

Vince responded by pretending to zip his lips. "Am I allowed in yet?" he then asked. Cordelia and Vince walked in the apartment. "So where is what's-his-name?"

"What's-his-name, is Connor. And Angel's bringing him over now."

"Joy. What kinda sissy name is Angel anyway?"

"Don't start."

"You what isn't a sissy name? Vincenta." He said with a smile.

"It isn't even a name, you made it up."

"Which is why its not a sissy name."

"You're ego is huge." Cordelia pointed out.

"Yeah, it goes well with other parts of me."

"Oh really? Is there something I haven't seen then?"

Vince made a stabbing motion with his hand to his chest and then fell back on the couch in mock-offence to Cordelia's joke. "That ain't what you said yesterday," he replied.

Angel and Connor rang the door bell. Vince refused to open a door for Angel, so Cordelia got the door. "Hi guys. Ready to have fun today Connor?" Cordy perkily asked.

The small brunette boy nodded. "Not too much fun though," Angel said, eyeing Vince.

"You are really are a fucking kill joy aren't you?" Vince said to him.

"Don't talk like that around my son. And I'm not a kill joy. I'm just not reckless like you."

"Reckless? Was that supposed to be an insult?"

Angel turned back to Cordelia, "do not leave them alone together, please. And you," he turned back to Vince, "do not even think about corrupting my son."

The thought never entered his mind until Angel put it there. "Don't worry," he answered slyly. Maybe the day wouldn't be so bad after all.

Angel left and Connor took a seat on the couch as well. "Why don't I make some sandwiches?" Cordy suggested. Both boys gave a non-verbal agreement. On her way to the kitchen, she mouthed 'talk to him' to Vince.

Vince didn't feel comfortable with small children. They were too...small. And needy. Which, considering what was going to happen in a few months, wasn't a good thing. Even though he now had plans for this boy today, it didn't make him anymore comfortable. "So...hi." Vince said to him.

Connor waved back.

'Well, this is going well.' "How old are you?" Vince then asked, even though he knew the answer.

Connor held up three fingers.

'Strike two.' "What kind of sandwich do you hope your Aunt Cordelia is making for you?"

Connor shrugged.

'What the hell?' "Do you know how to talk?"

Connor nodded. Vince realized broody look on his face matched Angel's perfectly, and he became slightly afraid of the child.

"Is there something wrong with that kid that I don't know about?" Vince whispered to Cordelia, entering the kitchen.

It was the serious expression on his face that made Cordelia un-offended by his question. "No. There's nothing wrong with him. He's just very shy, and practically my nephew. So go back in there and be nice to him."

"I am being nice! E, was shy when he was little too, but he still spoke to me." Vince countered. "Maybe I should make the sandwiches, I mean you shouldn't be up in your condition."

"How very kind of you to think of me," she sarcastically answered, "go back in there and talk to him."

"Alone? Do I have to?"

"Is Vincent Chase afraid of a toddler?"

"Have you looked at the kid? That's not a toddler, that's Damien."

"VINCE!" she exclaimed. He sighed and went back in the living room without another word.

"So kid, what would you like to do?" Vince asked Connor when he returned to the living room. Connor said something, Vince was sure of it because his mouth opened. But it was too low for him to actually hear. "Can you say that one more time?"

"Video games." Connor repeated, using a tone Vince could hear.

"I don't think there are any video games here. I like video games though, which do you play?" Vince asked, relieved he finally found something to the kid talk.

"Spongebob. Do you like Spongebob?" Connor answered.

"I've never played it before."

"What about the TV show?"

'Well there was that one time after Turtle and I got back from the Sherpa...haha. That was a fucked up half hour. But I'm guessing Cordelia will shoot me if I say that.' "I'm not that familiar with the show either. But I did meet the guy who does his voice once."

"His voice? Where was the rest of him?"

'Oooo shit. That's not a conversation I want to deal with.' "Nothing. Forget it. Please."

"Lunch is ready," Cordelia called from in the kitchen. Vince was relieved. The boys went into the kitchen. "Vince, you get tuna on a roll with tomato and cheese, Connor here's your PB&J on white bread and ham, tuna and peanut butter on an onion bagel for me." Both Vince and Connor eyed her sandwich in disgust. "Pregnancy cravings," she defended. Vince nodded understanding it now.

"Is there really a baby in you Aunt Cordy?" Connor asked as he began to break apart his sandwich, despite the fact it was already cut.

"Yes there is."

"Does it like being in you?"

"Yes."

"She's not the only one," Vince mumbled, causing him to receive a dirty look from the pregnant women. Vince got up and got some Mayonnaise.

"What's that for?" Cordelia asked as Connor was shoving his sandwich in his mouth, and getting peanut butter on his face and hands.

"The tuna's a little dry," he answered nonchalantly.

"Excuse me?" A very offended Cordelia replied. "You hate my cooking?"

"I wouldn't exactly call making a sandwich coo-I mean NO! Of course not. This is a great fucking sandwich. It's me. I like Mayo, I need to over use it all the time. Ask anyone." He told her, catching himself before he said something that could possibly end in a painful death and replacing it with a lie that would keep him safe...for now anyway.

"You said a naughty word," Connor told Vince.

"Yes he did, didn't he? Vince, why'd you say that?" Cordelia taunted.

"Yeah I did I guess. Sorry," he said insincerely.

The sandwiches were done, and Connor was a mess. "Sweety go to the bathroom and wait to be helped getting washed," Cordelia ordered as her and Vince cleared the table. Connor left. "Why'd you say fuck?"

"I didn't mean too. I just said it. How was I supposed to know he'd catch it? He didn't notice the sex reference I made before that you gave me that look for. Then again, considering who his father is, I'm not surprised he doesn't understand anything about sex."

"He's three, Vince. Do you really expect him to know about sex? And leave Angel alone. Now go help Connor wash up," Cordy instructed.

"What? Me? Why fuck do I have to?" Vince complained.

"So you can get practice."

"Don't you need practice?"

"Not as much as you do. Now, go."

Vince headed off to the bathroom, where Connor was sitting on the toilet seat lid, waiting to be washed off, and clearly expecting someone else. "What?" Vince questioned when he saw the upset look on Connors face.

"Where's Aunt Cordy?"

"In the kitchen," he answered as he soaped up a washcloth.

"I want Aunt Cordy to wash me," the child whined.

"Yeah, I want her to do it too, but she's not. So we're both gonna have to fucking deal."

"You said the bad word again."

Vince grunted in frustration. Kids were not his forte. "Yeah, I did. I say it a lot," he answered as he tried to wipe Connors face with the cloth. Connor turned his head away.

"No," the child said as defiantly as he could.

"I don't want to do this anymore then you want me too. But until I do it, your aunt is going make us stay in here, so you might as well cooperate so we can get it out of the way." Connor pouted at Vince's statement, hoping that could persuade the actor. "And don't give me any of that 'cute kid' routine. That crap doesn't work on me." Vince then proceeded to clean up dirty Connor, who fidgeted through the whole washing. "There, all done," Vince proclaimed, rather proud that he was able to do it.

"You scrubbed to hard!" a teary eyed Connor yelled as he rubbed his semi-red face and ran to find Cordelia.

"Well, I didn't mean too! You should've said something!" Vince yelled into the hallway after the child.

"What is going on?" Cordelia asked, after Connor ran onto her lap and hid his face from Vince who stood in front of Cordelia. "What did you do, Vince?"

"I didn't do anything! I washed his face like you wanted."

"He did it meanly. He scrubbed hard, said the bad word again and said I wasn't cute. I am cute, right Aunt Cordy?"

"Of course you are sweetheart. Vince, what is wrong with you?" she demanded to know.

"Nothing, I tried my best. And I didn't say he wasn't cute. He was pouting because he didn't want his face washed, so I said the 'cute kid' thing wasn't going to work on me, because it doesn't."

"Okay. I guess I can see how this is a big misunderstanding. Connor, sweety, Vince wasn't being mean to you. He just doesn't have a lot of experience with children. And I guess it's a good thing that you don't give into kids Vince. I just hope you stay that way after the baby comes."

"You can pretty much count on it. There is no way I am going to be a pushover by my own child," he answered.

"Yeah, right."

"No chance in hell."

"Daddy, says there's always a chance in hell," Connor softly point out. Vince stared at the kid, regaining a bit of the fear he had before.

"And yet its not okay for me to say 'fuck," Vince observed.

Cordelia rolled her eyes. "Okay, why don't we find something to do?"

"Like what?" Vince questioned.

"We could go to the beach," she suggested. "Would you like to go to the beach, Connor?"

"Yeah!" the little boy happily replied.

"I"m guessing I don't have a say?" Vince said.

They both shook their heads.

"Great," Cordelia stated, "I can get a tan and you two can play together in the sand."

As Vince was quick to find out, Cordelia already had a bathing suit for Connor and beach toys at her apartment, which gave him the feeling that she had this planned all along.


A little while later, Cordelia was stretched out in a beach chair, putting on suntan lotion while Vince was forced to dig a sand hole with Connor. "Mr. Vince, can I ask you something? And if I can, will you tell me, cause no body else will." Connor asked.

Not knowing what he should say, but at the same time, not wanting to deal with a whining child if he said no, "alright, ask," he allowed.

Connor innocently looked up at Vince and asked, "how did you get the baby in Aunty Cordy?"

Vince stared at the boy with his mouth wide open in shock for a moment. He had no way of answering that question in a way a 3 year old should know. But at this point, he really didn't care. It would serve Angel right for not explaining it to the boy when he asked him. Yes, that would be how he'd justify it when Angel tries to kill him. "Alright kid. I'll tell you. But if anyone ever asks why I told you, remember that you asked me too, okay?" Connor nodded. Vince was sweating, and not because it was hot out. "Good. So, um, you know when you go to the bathroom? Where the pee comes out?"

"Aunt Anya says it's a penis," Connor stated, which made Vince realize that Anya probably tried to explain it to him, but one of the other adults stopped her.

"Yes...it is. Well, when you get older...it can help you make baby's with girls."

"How?"

"Well, okay have you ever done puzzles?" Connor nodded. "Its like that...it...fits with the part of a girl that helps them use the bathroom."

"Eeewww. Doesn't it hurt?"

Vince laughed softly, "no, no it doesn't. Not if its done right, anyway."

"Okay. Did my daddy have to do that with my mommy to make me?"

"Yes, yes he did."

"Did it take long?"

Vince enjoyed this question. "For me? Yeah, it took a real long time. With your dad though, I'm sure it was much, much, much, faster."

"Is that because daddy is really old and fluffier then you?"

"Fluffier?" Vince questioned, raising an eyebrow.

"Yeah, he's more plumpy. Like Santa. And your not, like Uncle Lorne."

Vince now understood what he meant, which made him smile it the boy. Maybe he wasn't so bad after all, however there was one thing he needed to set straight. "Yeah, he may seem like that. But where it counts, I'm bigger."

"So, is that why it took you long?"

Vince laughed very hard. "Yes, yes it is."

"How's it going over there?" Cordelia yelled from her beach chair. Vince gave her the thumbs up, and Connor decided to follow in his footsteps and do the same. The boys continued to dig as Vince proceeded to teach Connor some other things about men and women. It wasn't long though before Vince spotted a woman that he could never figure out. Unfortunately, she saw him too. Vince knew he couldn't just walk away from where he and Connor were digging, because Cordelia would kill him. Which left him with no other choice but one; he jumped in the hole. Another unfortunate thing for Vince was the hole wasn't very deep.

"Vince, I can fucking see you in that thing, and you look like a retard," the blonde pointed out, as she approached him.

"Now, now Ali, you should be ashamed of yourself, using that kind of talk in front of a child." Vince smarmily stated as he got up.

"But you said..." Connor tried to point out, but was cut off by Vince.

"Connor, sshh. I know this lady here looks crazy, but lets try to cut her some slack."

"What's with the kid? Been watching a lot of TV lately and decided to go with the old 'use a kid to attract women' thing?" Ali, one of Vince's celebrity ex's retorted.

"I'm here with him and my Aunt Cordy," Connor explained, meekly.

"So you're what babysitting? Who would trust you with their kid? I'm sorry you have to go through this little boy."

"We're having fun, right Uncle Vinny?" Connor questioned to Vince.

"Yes, we are," he honestly answered, since he was enjoying having a mini protégée.

"Speaking of kids, and Cordy, I heard you knocked her up."

"He did it with his penis." Connor stated. Vince laughed.

"Why do I get the feeling that he learned that from you, you immature jackass?" Ali guessed.

Connor felt the need to defend his new found friend/adopted uncle, so he threw sand at the actress. "You're not very nice!" he told her. "Is she that 'bitch thing' you told me about?" he then asked Vince.

"You really do learn quick. It must come from your moms side, whoever she is," Vince answered. "Are we done here, Ali? Or are you gonna have us end up on Access Hollywood again? You gonna make this yet another attempt to remind the world you still exist, considering your movies aren't?"

Ali flipped Vince off and walked away.

"What's going on here?" Cordelia questioned, walking over to the boys.

"Nothing," both males responded.

"So, are you guys ready to go?"

"Yeah," Vince said, "I think our work here is done, don't you?" he looked at Connor who nodded in agreement.


It was around 5 o'clock when Angel showed up to pick up Connor. "So, how was your day, buddy?" Angel asked Connor when he arrived.

"I had lots of fun. We went to the beach." He answered.

"You did? Great."

"Yeah. Uncle Vinny and I made a hole." Connor stated.

"Really?" Angel said surprised by the 'Uncle Vinny' part of the statement. "Well, that sounds...nice. I'm glad it was a good day," he went on to add, a bit unnerved.

"So, did you have any cases today?" Cordy asked Angel. He then proceeded tell Cordy about the day. Connor was antsy.

"Daddy, can we please fucking go now?" he asked.

Angel and Cordelia were shocked and mortified. Vince on the other hand, tried not to laugh. He made a little him which aided in pissing off Ali and now, Angel. It was a productive day indeed. "WHAT! What was that!" Angel yelled, as Cordy was still speechless. Angel turned to Vince "WHAT DID YOU DO TO MY SON!"

"I don't know what you mean. We had fun, you heard him say it too," Vince answered.

"Yeah, we did, daddy. Chill out," Connor said.

"C-Connor, do you realize what you said? You said a bad word, son. 'Fuck' is not a word you should ever say. Don't you ever say it again, no matter who you hear it from." Angel ordered, eyeing Vince.

"I-I'm sorry daddy. I didn't mean to be bad." Connor apologized, as he sat on the floor and sniffled, making it clear that he didn't like his father reprimanding him. Especially in front of his aunt and uncle.

Vince looked at the crying Connor, and then back at Angel. "So, is that how you deal with children?" Vince taunted.

"Vincent, SHUT UP!" Angel yelled. Vince didn't responded at all, which added fuel to Angel's fire. "Are proud of yourself? Did you get enjoyment out of corrupting my son?" Vince shrugged. "You should be ashamed of yourself for using a child for amusement."

"That's not what I did, jackass. We were playing in the sand and he asked me some questions because none of you would answer him, I guess because you all felt uncomfortable or whatever. So I answered him, and that got us talking some more. I was just being honest with the kid. Maybe you should try it." Vince answered.

"Vince, maybe no one answered his questions because he's too young to know. He's three. He shouldn't have all these answers now." Cordelia explained.

"Well, isn't it better that I gave him that right answers, so he didn't have to come up with them on his own?" Vince responded, and semi-shivered at the fact that he sounded like a 7th grade health video. But it was worth it.

"We're going." Angel stated as he and Connor left. This way Angel could quietly and privately explain to Connor about saying bad words, without Vince's input.

When they were gone, Cordelia slapped Vince. "You have no idea how sick I am of that happening," he stated.

"Well, stop deserving it!" she yelled.

"You wanted me to spend time with the boy, and make us get along, so I did," he defended.

"So, is that it, Vince? Is that what you're going to do with our daughter? Just do or say whatever makes her likes you? You have to use your head."

"I was just trying to make you happy. And no, with our daughter I will not be saying what I said to him, because you will be the one explaining sex."

"YOU talked to him about SEX?"

"He asked how you got pregnant!"

Cordelia gasped. "Angel is going to hunt you down and rip out your intestines. He's good at stuff like that. And you're right, I will be talking to our daughter about sex, and basically everything else. And Vince, I swear she better not talk like you."

"Relax. Alright. You'll see."

"Oh that's right. You're gonna be Mr. Authority."

"Damn straight," he answered. "But I'm not going to be a total tightass. That's what parenting is. Its all about balance, and I have great balance, as I've already proven to you in several different positions. And because of this balance, Vina will respect the hell out of me."

"Stop. Calling. Her. VINA!" Cordelia yelled.

"That's not balanced at all. And she is Vina, Vincenta is the long version."

"Oh really," Cordelia challenged.

"Well, one could be the middle name, if you prefer."

"So, you're suggesting we have a child named Vina Vincenta Chase?"

"Or Vincenta Vina Chase. I'm not picky. And of course, the Chase will be mine too."

"Okay, how about we give her a name that's not like Cordelia or Vince? Deal?"

Vince thought about her proposal. "Yeah, okay. I can accept that. So, have any names in mind?"

"I like Elizabeth," she said.

Vince made a face and 'pfft' sound. "Elizabeth? I don't think so."

"What's wrong with Elizabeth? Its sweet."

"Its old."

"Is not. We could call her Bethy for short."

"I will never call anyone Bethy."

"Okay, Lizzie?"

"Reminds me of Hillary Duff."

"So?"

"So, the bitch through a drink at me on the set of the movie we did together. Seriously, by the end of the shoot I got a lot satisfaction out of killing her character."

Cordy laughed. "Okay, so Elizabeth is no good. Dare I ask what you have in mind?"

Vince thought for a few moments. "Stephanie."

"Too Full House. Ashley?"

"Too lip-syncher."

"Dana?"

"Too lame. Zoe?"

"Too strange."

"Too strange? Okay, Cordelia." He sarcastically replied.

"My name isn't strange. Its pretty. Angela?"

"You're kidding right? Angel with an 'a' at the end? No way. Megan?"

"To trendy. Chelsea?"

Vince looked almost pained at the sound of that suggestion. "Chelsea Chase?" he pointed out, "do you want her to get her lunch money taken, picked last, hair pull and basically an outcast to all of society?"

"You have a point, a slightly over dramatized point, but a point. And again, Cordelia isn't a strange name. Its from Shakespear."

"So are men in tights." Vince countered.

Cordelia glared at him. "That is such a man thing to say. You sound like Gunn. Shakespear is one of the best play writes and writers in general ever. So Cordelia is a great name."

"Yeah, well its still no Juliet."

Both Vince and Cordelia froze. "I like Juliet." she eventually said.

"Yeah, so do I," he agreed.

"So we have a name?"

"Yeah, we do."

"Great," she said finally sitting down.

"So...now that we know her name, do we know anything else?" he asked.

"Know what else?"

"Well...have you figured out...you know...what she is?" he then nervously questioned.

"She's our daughter." Cordelia answered, playing dumb to the question as a way of avoiding the answer.

"You know what I mean."

"Yeah I do, but we still don't know yet. We think it'll have something to do with telepathy, or communication."

"We?"

"Yeah, me Wesley, Angel, Gunn, Fred, you know, the team. Don't worry, it'll be figured out soon."

"I noticed how I wasn't mentioned in the 'we' explanation." Vince bitterly mumbled.

"What's that supposed to mean?"

"It means, all this shit about my child is going on behind my back."

"Behind our back? Vince, what are you talking about? You know what we're doing and you know it has to be done."

"Yeah I know what you tell me, but I'm not there. You never ask me if I want to help." He pointed out, feeling rather left out.

Cordelia chuckled. "You sound like I'm asking all my friends to help me work on my jumpthrow,"

"Jumpshot," Vince corrected.

"Whatever. This is research, Vince. Long, boring, hard research about demons and other beings you know very little about. You don't want to do that."

"How do you know? I mean, you say I need to be all involved and shit in her life, and if being one of these beings are apart of her life, maybe I should learn," he answered.

"Are you just saying this because she's 'yours' and you're feeling jealous and possessive? Or are you serious about this?"

"What kinda question is that?"

"A legitimate one. C'mon Vince, have you even told your brother and Turtle yet that she might have powers?"

"No...not yet," he confessed.

"And if Eric wasn't with you when I told you, would he know?"

"I don't know. But I'll tell Johnny and Turtle tonight, okay? Now, once again, are you going to start telling me when you're researching about the currently named Juliet, and allow me to be there or not?"

Cordelia gave him a half smile, "I actually intend on researching with Wesley tomorrow. You're welcome to come if you'd like, and if you wanna bring Turtle, Eric or Johnny, feel free." She said, as she thought about Wesley, someone so uptight about who's around during research he couldn't stand Xander and currently hates Spike around, trying to research with Vince and friends present. The very thought made her want to fall over with laughter.

TBC


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