-slides in- I wish you would write a fic where... baby Alexandra is being passed between Dante (Hair up in his Bloody palace taunt) and Vergil and being confused at the fact her dad is a twin.
Vergil looked up from his book, hearing giggling from the next room. That was odd, Alexandra was supposed to be napping, and generally, if she was awake, and alone, she wouldn’t be laughing...she’d be wailing. Either way, he needed to get to her fast, last thing he wanted was her to start crying, disturbing the rest of his wife. After all, he was on childcare duty while she took a ‘self-care’ day.
So, he quickly set the book down and went to investigate. He’d expected his daughter wiggling in her crib, but instead was treated to another sight, Dante bouncing her up and down. She looked up at him with adoring eyes....a look that should be reserved for Vergil...
His brother grinned, “Aw come on, I think she likes being with me, look at that smile!”
Vergil had his arms out expectantly, and the moment his daughter saw him, her eyes widened and she immediately reached out for him.
He was smug as he took her from his little brother, “It seems she prefers her father.”
“Oh come on...” Dante pouted, “it’s just that she can’t tell the difference between her favorite uncle and dad.” And with that, he swept his hair back, in a pale imitation of Vergil’s style. “Come here bumpkin!”
Alex looked over at him, eyes wide, and to Vergil’s chagrin...she began to reach out again. Dante was triumphant as he took her back. “See! She likes me!”
Vergil glowered, before softening his features and reaching out for her. “Come to papa, Stardust....” And at the sound of her nickname, his daughter looked at him, her smile, toothless as it was, as beautiful as her mother’s. But then, her brows furrowed and she looked up at her uncle..then her father, then back to Dante, then again to Vergil, confusion growing rapidly on her face.
And then...to Vergil’s horror, her lip quibbled, and after a few quiet whimpers, she began to full on wailing. Both men froze, unable to figure out what to do.
“Vergil? What’s going on...?” Both men heard the sound of approaching footsteps, a sign of doom for them both.
“Oh great,” Dante muttered, “Sunshine is going to kill us.”
