A/N: Thanks to those who reviewed. Keep them coming. Also, the events of Lineage have already taken place. Wesley already killed his CyborgFather, this is now the real thing he's dealing with.

"Well, are you going to continue to stare, or are you going to let me in?" Roger Wyndam-Pryce asked his son, harshly.

Shaking his head, Wesley stepped out of his fathers' way, "sorry. I-I'm just surprised. What are you doing here?"

"We need to talk," Roger stated as they sat at the kitchen table. "As you know may know, with all the Slayers around the world now, there are a whole new set of watchers. Some are the remaining watchers of the first council," he explained.

"I really don't see where this is going," Wesley replied.

His father shot him a nasty look, as if he should've caught on. "I want our name cleared. The Wyndam-Pryce name has been tarnished to the old watchers, as a result of your monumental failure. And I want that changed. And besides, you're nearly forty."

"I'll be thirty-four in a month," he corrected. "I don't believe I get where this conversation is going," he added, which really angered his father.

"Do I need to spell it out for you, boy? It's time you found yourself someone and had a child, a new generation to try and fix the mess you've made."

Fred had called her parents hours after Sophia's adoption was finalized and told them, and they've visited twice since then. Wesley, however had been actively avoiding the call to England to inform his parents. "Right, because children should be born for the purpose of fulfilling their parents desires," he said, prolonging the admission even more. He took a deep breath, and prepared himself for coming clean. "Actually, father, I have someone in my life, her name is Winifred, and... we have a child." At that very moment, he saw Sophia exit the bathroom. "Sophia, come in here, please."

A shocked Roger turned to see the little girl coming towards them. "Good lord Wesley, you've kept this from me for years? Were you ever going to say anything?"

When she reached the table, she stood close to Wesley, and avoided the new person in her home. She didn't like new people, especially ones that sounded as mean (which was very unpleasant for her ears) as Roger just did,. "Father, this is Sophia, my daughter. Sophia, this is my father, your grandfather," Wesley introduced.

"Hello," Roger said to her and stuck his hand out, and waited for a response or any type of reaction, which he didn't get. "She has the same amount of respect as you do," he commented.

"Respect has nothing to do with it. She's autistic, father." Suddenly he realized calling Sophia into the room before he explained everything was not a good idea. It didn't seem right to have a conversation about her while she's right there. "Why don't you go and play with your toys?" he suggested to her. She was more than willing too leave. Once she wasn't in hearing range (but still close enough to keep an eye on) he resumed speaking. "She can't ..."

"Yes, I know what it means, Wesley," Roger interrupted. "Although in my day I will say we weren't so quick to label children with having some disorder as a conclusion to their behavior problems."

"There are no behavior problems, or 'quick labels', as you put it."

"I wasn't accusing you of anything. Just merely saying something. I also must say she looks nothing like you."

"That's the other thing I haven't told you. I haven't been keeping this from you for years. A few months ago I adopted her, Winifred and I adopted her."

Roger scoffed. "So than you don't have a child."

At that point he was ready to kick his father out. But then he remembered the last time he saw him, only it wasn't really him. When a cyborg showed up as his father, and Wesley shot him. Even though it was a robot he still felt guilty about it, guilty enough to let him stay. "Yes, I do," Wesley insisted, instead of kicking him out.

"Legally, yes. But she's not Wyndam-Pryce blood, now is she?"

"Doesn't make her any less mine," he shot back right away.

Roger rolled his eyes. "If you say so. Doesn't matter anyway. She wouldn't be able to do the job even if she was really yours."

"She wouldn't do the job no matter what," Wesley countered. "No child of mine, whether it's Sophia, or if one day I have another, will ever be a watcher, under any circumstances."

"Why do you continue to do this to me?" Roger asked. "Isn't it bad enough you've humiliated me, now you won't even consider rectifying it? And if that's not bad enough, what's this I've heard about working at Wolfram and Hart of all places? Tell me that's not true."

Wesley never mentioned that to his father. "Where did you hear that?"

"I was visiting the new council, arranging everything for the Wyndam-Pryce future in the Watcher profession, and someone mentioned it too me, said he knew you."

"Who?"

Roger thought for a moment. "I believe his name was Andrew. Andrew Wells. Supposedly he's Rupert Giles' best guy, yet personally I find he's a real prat."

For once, Wesley was in complete agreement with his father. He made a mental note to put a call in to Willow and ask her to make sure Andrew never speaks of his life to his father, or anyone, again. "Yes, that he is. I am working at Wolfram and Hart, but it's different now. We've made it different."

"You've made the haven of evil different?" Roger nearly mocked.

"Yes."

"I want to see it to believe it," his father requested.

"Now?"

"No, no. Doesn't have to be right now. The next time you go into work. I am rather surprised you aren't there now, actually."

"As a matter of fact I was supposed to be, but I took the day off to spend some time with Sophia," Wesley informed him.

"Why would you not go to work for that, even if it's a job at Wolfram and Hart?" Roger asked.

"You wouldn't understand. Trust me," Wesley assured him, as he eyed him bitterly.

"Must you always be so dramatic? It's quite childish."

Wesley didn't want to get into a huge argument, so he redirected the conversation back to the topic. "My schedule is very flexible. And if there's an emergency, they'll call me. Fred is there now working herself."

"Fred?"

"Winifred," he clarified, annoyed. Sophia re-entered the kitchen. "Is there something you want?" Wes asked her, changing the tone of his voice immediately. She nodded, and did nothing else. "What is it that you want?" he eventually added, realizing he should've said that to begin with.

"Drink," she answered.

"Of course," he replied pleasantly. As he stood up, he turned to his father, "would you like something also, father?"

"It's about time you asked," Roger replied. "I'll just have water, if you think you can manage that."

"Of course," his son muttered

"So, she can speak," Roger observed.

"A little, very limited and to certain people, at certain times." Wesley handed Sophia her juice and then she went back to playing. He then handed Roger the water. "How's mom doing?"

"She's fine. Although I don't know if that will be the case once she finds out everything you've been doing and haven't bothered to inform either one of us of."

"I will call her myself later and tell her."

"Go ahead. When was the wedding we weren't invited too, anyway?"

"Wedding?"

"You and this Winifred."

Wesley shook his head, "no we're not yet married. Not legally, that is."

"Why do you continue to do these things Wesley? Would it be so difficult to actually marry this girl instead of living with her like this?"

"I... I just haven't found the right time or way to ask her," he answered.

"You certainly found a way to ask for a child though."

"That was different. I didn't ask her for anything. We discussed and decided on that together."

"I want to meet this girl. See if she'll be good for the family, although I doubt she'll prove to be any more of an embarrassment that you've been throughout the years." All Wesley could do was nod. "How does tonight sound? Around seven-thirty?"

"Fine."

Roger stood up. "I'm staying at the Peninsula Hotel. We'll have dinner there. I expect you to be on time," he requested before he got up and left without saying another word.

Wesley rubbed his forehead as he processed what had just gone on. Followed by taking an aspirin. A call to Fred came next. He told her about his father's visit and the dinner. Fred did her best to convince him the dinner, and rest of his father's visit, wouldn't be that bad. He refused to believe it. Once he got off the phone with Fred he called up Sophia's babysitter and arranged for her to come while they're out to dinner, which pleased Sophia greatly. The only thing left for Wesley to do was dwell on the impending dinner doom.

A/N: That's all for now. Up next, Wesley and Fred have dinner with Roger. And also Sarai and Lorne will be making a brief appearance. Until then, please review.