A/N Own Nothing, Thanks to my awesome beta phantom. This is the second story in the Christy/Willy saga, hope you all enjoy. I am fairly sure I made it easy for those who didn't read the first one to catch up, but sorry if something is confusing.

Chapter 1 - Waiting

Wonka candy sales were down the past two months according to the local newspaper, but it wasn't that unusual since candy sales seemed to always go down when Willy Wonka was unhappy for an extended period of time. Christy shook her head and sighed folding the paper back up; it had been about three months since she last saw Willy, but it was his idea and now he was dealing with the consequences.

Smiling, Christy sat back in the limo reflecting on the last two years of her life. She moved to London not quite two years before and got a job as an assistant to Willy Wonka. Who would have guessed that the two would have hit it off so well? As all couples do they had arguments and they fought frequently, but no one would ever say that they didn't love each other. They were married in November, one year after she met him. It had seemed like such a long time, but looking back everything went so quickly; so much had happened in that one year.

"Christy! Christy, are you listening to me?" Leota's voice came from her right side. She quickly shook herself out of her thoughts and nodded. Leota grabbed the paper away from her and laughed at the headline, "Oh come on, you can't tell me you're worried about the sales numbers. Willy has more money than he will ever know what to do with."

Christy grinned and shook her head, "No, I am not worried about money and I am positive Willy isn't either, but usually sales go down like that when he is upset."

"Tonight is our last gig and then you'll see him tomorrow," Craig said from the other side of the limo.

Dave nodded, "Yeah, but he might have to deal with you leaving him again if we make it big. Anyway why did he send the band on this tour all over the world if he was going to be all pissy while you were gone?"

A large smile shone on Christy's face, the fact that Willy was willing to put up with being away from her for so long proved just how much he loved her. He was a very clingy person once he got used to someone and she knew that this would be really hard on him, but she really wanted to see the world before settling down. She shrugged slightly, "He wanted me to see almost everything he has seen; remember he didn't stay inside that factory the entire time it was closed, just the last ten years or so." She frowned realizing that there was a lot about her husband's past that she still didn't know. He still went into flashbacks at the mere mention of almost anything that happened before the factory was closed.

Leota smirked, "Well, he is going to be surprised when you get home." Her hand slowly went to rub Christy's slightly swollen stomach, but stopped when she got an evil glare.

"Don't touch me," Christy said seriously before smiling, "I probably should have told him when I found out, but I was…" She left her sentence unfinished remembering her miscarriage; she had gotten pregnant after a fling with Willy, but lost it before she worked up the nerve to tell him. It was probably for the best, she decided; there was no way that Willy would ever want to be a father. Now she was back in the same boat and this time the evidence couldn't be hidden very long.

"I feel bad for your kid," Craig said with a laugh, "It's going to be the palest thing on the planet."

Christy laughed as well, "Hey now, Willy is actually not that white when he gets out into the sun. I've seen pictures of him during his travels and he can get pretty tan."

The limo stopped and soon the driver opened the door holding his hand out to the pregnant lady. She bit her lip to keep quiet and accepted the help. She knew it was his job and he wasn't really helping her just because she was pregnant, but she was starting to get tired of the way people were treating her. After a quick adjustment of her clothes to make her small stomach less obvious she walked into the club to get herself ready. She was very thankful that she was still in the early stage and her little bump could only be seen if she wore tight clothing.

The band played all night; Christy had almost completely overcome her stage fright and barely even thought about all the people hearing her voice. As she played she watched Leota and smiled seeing her having a good time playing the bass. She often admired how Leota could act like no one else was even there and really get herself into the music. It would be a long time before Christy could ever be like that in front of someone else, especially in front of a full audience.

Meanwhile at the chocolate factory, Willy was mindless grinding some candy crystals into a powder while half listening to Charlie talk about his new girlfriend Alison. Noticing that Willy wasn't all there Charlie stopped talking and then smirked, "It's been three months since you've been outside Willy, maybe you should go and see all the cats and dogs that grew wings two weeks ago."

"Uh-huh, sure Charlie," Willy answered keeping his eyes on the candy.

"Yeah and the queen of hearts now rules London along with Harry Potter, who is now her king. They are making everyone paint the city red," he continued wondering when and if Willy would catch on.

"Red is a good color," was the only response.

"Willy!" Charlie yelled grabbing the chocolatier's attention.

Willy jumped almost falling off of his chair and dumping the powder he was working on, "What?"

Charlie sighed, "You're not listening to me. Christy will be back tomorrow; you can meet her at the airport if you want."

"I know," Willy replied with a nervous laugh. Charlie was right about him not leaving the factory in awhile and it was starting to make him scared of the outside world again. Christy had helped him become comfortable with leaving, but since she left he couldn't make himself, not even for Charlie. The idea of actually going to the airport with all those people around made him shudder. Even when he was with Christy, he still hated being around a lot of people and their germs.

"Why don't we take a break? You aren't getting anywhere with those candies; I'm not even sure what you are trying to do," Charlie said taking the bowl away. Willy nodded and slowly followed him out of the inventing room. He needed something to do to hold his attention for just one more day.

Soon he found himself standing in the middle of the Bucket's apartment waving to everyone. They all smiled uneasily; they would never say anything to him, but he had been getting on their nerves the past few months with the way he acted. It was rare to see him angry, but recently he was snapping at everyone for absolutely nothing. Mrs. Bucket wanted to comfort him, but she knew better than to touch him.

"Willy," she started slowly as she came up behind him, "Are you planning anything special for tomorrow night with Christy? I was thinking about cooking something she likes unless you were going to take her out or something."

Willy looked away and thought about it for a minute; it didn't occur to him to do anything when she got home, but maybe he should. After a minute he shook his head, "Maybe this weekend, she'll be all tired from the trip and won't want to go out." Mrs. Bucket nodded with a slight smile and started to make a list of things to get from the store.

"Good, also do you know if Doris had her room cleaned and the cabinets restocked? She won't be happy if she can't find any caffeine in the morning," she said with a grin hoping that something she said would break Willy out of his odd behavior. He was much easier to deal with if he was kept busy.

"I don't know," he answered slowly. With that he was gone, heading towards Christy's room to make sure that everything was clean and in order. As he checked the cabinets he remembered the conversation they had after they were married. Willy wanted to either have all of her stuff moved into his room or have the two rooms combined. Christy agreed to move her clothes and bathroom items, but she wanted to keep the room as her own space. It was comforting to her to at least have a work area kept separate from Willy.

Willy spotted one of her guitars in the corner and slowly picked it up hitting a few notes. He didn't know how to play at all, but he liked to pretend sometimes. He missed listening to her play and couldn't wait for the next day to come. An oompa-loompa came in while he was messing around and watched curiously until he was noticed. "Oh!" Willy turned slightly surprised to see him and watched as he signaled that Christy was online.

A large smile appeared on Willy's face as he went into his own room leaving the oompa-loompa in the hallway. No one except Christy and Willy had ever been inside his room before and he wanted to keep it that way. As he sat down at his computer he saw the rarely used messenger open saying, "Willy, I don't have long and I probably won't be here when you get back, but I wanted to tell you that I'll be home around six tomorrow night. I love you." After that it indicated that she had logged off; Willy slumped back in his chair upset that he missed the chance to talk with her. Not only that but she wouldn't be back until the evening.