October 0016:
Normally, when it was close to Yuffie’s birthday she would normally start a string of twenty questions trying to find out what he had gotten her for such an event, normally he was very forward, reminding her that he always gifted her a mission prior, reminding her if he hadn’t been on the mission there would be no more birthdays for the young princess. However, he understood that wasn’t exactly fair, since she had done her fair share of saving him on WRO escort missions, but it was the truth that he had enough close calls to last her until she was eighty.
Now, he was tempted to be like her, ask the twenty questions— during his first year at Wutai under the guise of security, however he knew that she had meetings all through his birthday nor did he really care about such a day. He mostly wanted to be left alone, however that was something he knew was never going to happen. The other reason that he did not pester Yuffie, was because pregnancy had ruined her energy levels, and even though it had been over a month since she had given birth— she was still on the long road to recovery. However, her recovery period did not mean that she got to miss meetings or ignore the functions of the Imperial Household. While the newborn Prince had a team of maids to take care of him in lieu of the Crown Princess, Vincent had taken it upon himself to take care of the one month old. Not many knew about the child’s paternity, and they planned to keep it that way as long as possible— so he’d waved the maids off, stating that he was the Crown Princess’s chief of secuirty and he’d promised her that he would look after the young prince for the Crown Princess while she was in meetings and her husband was away. 
The man had never been fully left alone with the newborn, but he approached the task like a mission, breaking things down into subgroups and taking prior intel from how Yuffie and he handled the child as a pair. Getting him changed and settled was not as much as an issue as he thought it was going to be, however he was baffled by the child.
Hisahito was impossibly small in the gunner’s arms, and he spent most of his time observing the sleeping infant, reading him like a mark and seeing what they had in common. He was small because of how petite his mother was, however Vincent felt himself worry that something bad would happen— and he would disappear, that this life would disappear. He wasn’t Yuffie’s husband, but he was allowed these rights that had been denied over thirty years ago.
He did not know what tells the child would eventually have, so observing was all he could do— though he found it concerning that he found himself staring down at a lighter shade of crimson that was darkening by the day. It was interesting to see the similarities that were already there, Hisahito had the darker shade of skin— like Yuffie, but his dark hair that was already beginning to curl was something he had inherited from his father.
“That’s not the same outfit I put on him this morning.” Yuffie commented as she entered their now shared suite. Vincent was lying back on the couch with Hisahito sprawled out on his chest. His head was propped up by a couple of pillows, so he could still watch the sleeping infant.
“He spit up on the chocobos. I figured we may have more luck with the Tabasco bottles from Cid.” He mentioned, watching as Yuffie leaned down to give her son a barely there peck on the head, careful not to wake him. “Done with meetings already?”
“It was a bunch of bureaucrats, that are more than happy to have a Princess with a male heir, all they did was fawn over me and the squabble about how I wasn’t with my son and that I could have sent someone in my place.” She shrugged, moving as her ran her nails along Vincent’s scalp. “Sounds like nice publicity for your household,” He noted, pausing for a moment to look back at the shifting newborn.
“Yeah—but I have more important matters to take care of than to fool around with them— like your birthday…I didn’t know what to get you…everything seemed trite at this point.”
Vincent’s eyes moved from the sleeping newborn to Yuffie, “I think— you’ve already given me enough.”

…even more than I should ask.