Author: Sparkling-Diva
Rating: PG-13 (possibly more later)
Genre: Drama/Romance
Feedback: Yes! Please! But be nice!
Summary: Vincent Gray, now 33, is at a depressing stage of his life. When he meets a young girl, his life will change forever.
Disclaimer: I do not own anything related to the show Judging Amy whatsoever and in no way am I affiliated with it.
Author's Note: This takes place as soon as Vincent comes back. The only changes are that here Peter and Gillian are still together, Carole is cured from her disease but with her doctor, Vincent doesn't work at the shelter featured in the new episodes, and Kyle is living with Maxine while Vincent moves back in with Donna. Oh, and this is my first Judging Amy fic by the way! Yeahy!
Chapter 3
"Good morning," Vincent said as he yawned and walked into the family kitchen. He was still in his P.J.'s.
"Good morning dear," Maxine said while putting in some bread in the toaster. She turned around and stared at her son's awful look. "Dear God, it looks like your hair was run over by a pick-up truck."
"At least it wasn't a squirrel like Donald Trump's," Amy said walking in with Peter and Lauren behind her.
"And at least you're still alive," Peter grumbled.
Vincent just glared at him.
"So, are you ready for your first day back to work?" Amy said sitting on a stool beside him.
"I hope."
"Well you can't go like that!" Maxine exclaimed.
"I know, mom!" Vincent proclaimed, "My class doesn't start for another 3 hours."
"Just checking in," Maxine claimed.
"Where are you working at Uncle Vincent?" Lauren asked.
"At the college. I'm going to go back and teach writing courses to adults."
"But adults know how to write, right?" Lauren asked.
"Ummm…okay, Lauren go get ready or you're going to be late for school," Amy started.
"Fine," Lauren sighed sarcastically, "Bye Uncle Vincent! Good luck!" she yelled running up the stairs.
"Thanks!" Vincent yelled. "I'll be needing it…" he then mumbled.
"Aww… how hard can it be?" Amy asked nudging him on the shoulder.
He just glared at her.
"Fine," she said backing away, "A couple of middle aged people who don't understand writing when you do. Okay, don't need to give me the ultimate glare of death.'
"Think he got that from dad," Peter said taking a sip of his coffee.
"I think so too," Maxine said, "Okay…well, I need to go down to the office today. I've got a new major case coming in and Sean said it was urgent so good luck Vincent and goodbye all," she said grabbing her bag and going out the door.
"Well, I've got to go," Peter said putting his coffee cup down in the sink, "I've got to say goodbye to Gillian and the kids before I leave for the firm. We'll talk later okay?" he said to his brother who nodded. "Good. Goodbye." He left leaving Vincent and Amy alone.
"Are you stressed out?"
"No."
"Nervous."
"A little."
"Don't worry about it," she said hugging him, "Everything will go by just like that. Now if you don't mind," she let go and ran up the stairs, "Lauren! I am serious! We have to go to school now!"
Vincent grinned and then took a bite of his pop tart.
This would be a very interesting day…