I've had a major case of writer's block for a long time, but the opportunity for a Vauseman story seems to have cured the block for the time being. Hope you all enjoy the first chapter and I will more than happy to receive positive or constructive criticism. It always nice to hear what I'm doing well and what I can improve so type away ;) I apologise if there are any errors. I have been back and checked through but something wrong always manages to sneak in. Thanks for reading

"Hey, its okay little man, I'm here," cooed an exhausted Piper Chapman.

She reached out her hand and gently stroked the young baby's face, using her other to gently rock the crib.

No matter what she did, she just couldn't get her godson to stop crying. She had checked his diaper, fed him his bottle, cuddled him and done whatever else the internet search engine had suggested. Despite her efforts, he still wasn't happy.

There were no two ways about it. She knew what he really wanted and it broke Piper's heart to know that she couldn't give him it. Finn wanted the person who had brought him into this world - his mommy. Unfortunately, fate had decided that wouldn't be happening anytime soon.

"C'mon Finny. Give a girl a break," she pleaded, close to joining in on his crying fest.

As if aware of the distress his relentless wailing was causing, his tears started to subside and Piper gradually stopped the rocking motion of his bed. She grabbed the spare baby monitor from the shelf and closed over the door. Not that she needed the monitor to hear his cries anyway. She could hear him all over the house. It was when he didn't cry that she would worry. Upon reaching the bottom stair, Piper brought the device up to her ear and listened intently for Finn's breathing. Satisfied she could hear the tiny breaths, the blonde carried on through to the living room and allowed herself to fall back onto the couch.

Piper wasn't used to this much responsibility and didn't know the first thing about raising a child, let alone one so young. Ever since he was born 3 months ago, she had watched how best friend Polly had interacted with her son. She was a natural. If Piper had known how much she was going to be involved with Finn, she would have observed more closely and even taken notes. She had always prided herself on being a good student.

She knew the basics, it was just the other stuff she wasn't prepared for. She knew how to feed him and wind him, but other than that she was up shit creek. She was so accustomed to just handing him straight back to Pete or Polly and leaving them to work their magic on him. Even though it had only been 2 weeks, Piper was still in shock that she was in charge of something so precious. Whenever she got a moment to herself, like the one she currently found herself having, her thoughts would flash back to the day her life became about more than just her.

She had been holidaying in Spain when it happened. She was determined to be as far away from New York as possible. Her 'Little Getaway' she called it. Having just come out of a stressful long term relationship, she had needed an escape from reality even if it was only for a week. It was on day two of her break that she received that phone call.

Relaxing by the pool of her hotel room, Piper stretched out her legs in front of her and lifted the straw of her cocktail pitcher to her mouth. She smacked her lips together as the Margarita hit just the right spot.

"I could get used to this life," she sighed with contentment, laying back onto her sun lounger and soaking up the rays of the sun.

Even through closed eyes, Piper could sense a figure stood above her blocking the sun rays from penetrating her skin.

"Excuse me, Miss," the sun blocking offender spoke in broken English. "But you have a phone call."

"Wont be for me," Piper waved away the young man impatiently.

"You are Piper Chapman yes?"

The blonde sighed and placed her sunglasses atop her head. There was a reason her mobile phone was currently switched off at the bottom of her suitcase.

"Can't you just take a message?"

"Urgent. The man on the phone says it's urgent."

"Unbelievable," she scoffed. Reluctantly leaving her Margarita behind, she stood to her feet and tied her sarong around her trim waist. "I hope you know by the time I get back the ice will have melted in my drink? Well, lead the way then," she impatiently shooed.

She made sure to stay several feet behind the hotel worker as she followed him back to the hotel, being in no great hurry to answer the call. In Piper's mind, whoever dared disturb her on her holiday deserved to be kept on hold to waste their money on international calls. Had she not had a strong suspicion that the man on the phone was her ex, she probably would have been more forgiving.

"Hello?"

"Hello Piper. Is that you?"

She rolled her eyes when her suspicions were proven correct. Her insides squirmed at the familiar voice that she would pay not to hear again.

"Damn it Larry, we said no contact. Let me guess…Pete caved and told you where I was staying?"

"No he-"

"Polly then? Argh I'm going to kill her. I came here to get away from everything. Get away from you. Us. And she understood. When I see her I am going to-"

"PIPER! Would you shut up for one minute," he snapped. "Something's happened?"

Piper sensed the urgency in his voice and allowed him to speak. The moment she let him do that was the moment everything changed.

"There was, uh, a car crash," Larry spoke, trying to hold himself together. "Polly is in a coma and Pete…well Pete's gone Piper. He's dead."

Piper gasped and dropped the phone in shock, startling the receptionist who was busy checking in a queue of new guests. She could hear Larry's tinny voice calling out for her so she bent down and retrieved the phone from the shiny floor.

"I'm here," she said, leaving silence swimming between them. A couple of agonisingly slow minutes passed and Piper asked the question that she wasn't sure she wanted to know the answer to.

"And Finny. Is he ok?"

"He's fine," Larry assured her after taking a minute to compose himself. "They'd left him with me while they popped out for groceries. Didn't want to disturb him. I'm thankful he is a light sleeper or they probably would have taken him with them."

Relief flooded Piper's body. At least one of the trio was ok, well, physically ok at least. She dreaded to think what life would be like for the youngster without a doting father, and potentially no mother. After 10 minutes of sobbing with Larry and being watched by a queue of guests, Piper went straight to her room and caught the next available flight home.

Ever since that fateful day she had become Finn's primary carer. Piper wanted to do Polly and Pete proud and raise their son until Polly awoke from her coma.

"If she ever wakes up."

Piper scolded herself at the thought that kept popping unwillingly into her head. Polly had to be ok. She just had to be.

Piper grabbed the remote for the television and started absent mindedly flicking through the channels. Settling on a programme, she wandered into the kitchen with the sole intention of pouring herself a much needed glass of wine. She started to rummage through various cupboards for a suitable glass. She still hadn't gotten used to where everything belonged. She would find herself occasionally opening the snack cupboard when what she was actually looking for were the pots and pans.

When Piper volunteered to look after Finn, it was agreed that she would stay in the family home. Reason being for Finn's benefit so as well having a new care giver and no mother or father, he would at least have his familiar home environment to comfort him. Had the situation not been so tragic, Piper would have been ecstatic to have a roof over her head. Piper had planned to move out of the apartment she shared with Larry when she returned from Spain. She didn't have a clue where she was going to live but she was more than sure she didn't want to move back in with her parents. She couldn't stand being constantly reminded about how her ovaries were going to soon expire.

After a few moments of searching for a glass, Piper found what she was looking for and filled it up with wine. She returned to the living room and made the most of the peace and quiet. With only the distant sound of the television to disturb her, she unintentionally dozed off. The glass of wine that was gradually spilling into her lap due to her loosened grip on the stem, was gently prised from her grip.

In her drowsy state, Piper lay down on the couch and allowed a thin blanket to be thrown over her.

"Sleep well Pipes."

A loud wailing awoke her from her restless slumber, and Piper shot up in a desperate panic.

"It's ok, I got him."

Once the panic had gone, anger took over.

"I know how to take care of him Larry," Piper snapped relieving him from his duty, much to Larry's dismay.

"I am his godfather incase you had forgotten."

"And I'm his godmother who has custody incase you had forgotten," she hissed in between stroking the infant's back, attempting to soothe him.

"Bull shit!" he exclaimed. "We got custody because Polly's parents believe we are still a couple."

"Just go home Larry, I'm sure Sara is happily keeping your side of the bed warm."

"For fucks sake Piper," Larry raised his voice in exasperation, tired of the constant accusation. "It was one kiss after a few drinks and I already told you, she kissed me."

Deep down, Piper knew Larry wouldn't cheat on her. He wasn't the type. If she was honest, she had been looking for an excuse to end their relationship a long time before the incident occurred. She used the fact he didn't tell her about it as a chance to get out of their stifling relationship. She found out about the kiss a month later from the woman herself at Larry's work function. Piper played the heartbroken girlfriend for Larry's benefit but she was secretly more than happy to be out of the relationship that lacked the excitement she so craved. Larry wanted a wedding, a family, and a happy ending: domesticated bliss. Piper didn't want that kind of life with him.

She gently placed Finn, who had stopped crying, into his bouncer and stormed into the kitchen. With her wine glass in her hand, Piper ignored Larry's pleas for her to stay and talk 'like an adult' to him. She slammed the glass down on the counter harder than necessary, causing it to shatter in her hands.

"Ouch. Fuck," she cursed, ripping a piece of kitchen roll from its holder in order to stem the instant blood flow from her fingers.

Ever dutiful, Larry ran straight into the kitchen and held both Piper's hands in his while he pulled her over to the kitchen sink.

"No, Larry," she freed herself and pushed his shoulder with her uninjured hand. "Leave me the fuck alone."

"You know what, " he raised both hands in defeat. "Bleed to death then. I can't do this anymore."

With that final statement, he turned on his heel and marched out of the kitchen, making no effort to close the front door quietly.

"Oh please, please no," Piper closed her eyes praying for the inevitable not to happen.

Sure enough right on cue, Finn started to cry along with Piper who cleaned up her cut before tending to the baby who was now an even bigger part of her life. She cradled him in front of her and brought him up towards her face so she could kiss his tiny head. She closed her eyes and inhaled his scent, her tears starting to form a wet patch on his hair. She cried for Polly and Pete. She cried for Finn. And most of all, she cried with regret for the long gone days when she lived a life of unpredictability with the mysterious Alex Vause.