A/N Own nothing as usual. Thanks to phantom for being my beta and hope that someone is enjoying this story.

Chapter 3 - Discussions

When Willy entered their apartment Mrs. Bucket was sitting next to Christy trying to resist touching her stomach. "So how far along are you," she asked excitedly.

Christy looked up seeing Willy then turned back to Mrs. Bucket, "Like 17 or 18 weeks." Mrs. Bucket gave a little cheering sound and ushered her over to the table to start eating.

"Willy, isn't this great?" Willy just shrugged in response and sat down at the table next to Christy who moved her chair away from him. He looked at her sadly, but didn't say anything. Everyone at the table just looked at them for a few minutes feeling very uncomfortable.

"So how was your trip?" Grandma Josephine asked hoping to lighten the mood.

Christy smiled, "I had a great time, but it went so fast that I can barely remember most of the gigs. We were kept pretty busy, but it was fun. What happened while I was gone?"

"I asked Alison out," Charlie answered with a smile. After Jessica broke up with him Charlie was nervous about talking to another girl for quite awhile.

Christy was proud of him, "That's great Charlie." Willy rolled his eyes still hating the fact that there was something else taking Charlie away from candy making. Between school, friends, baseball and now this girlfriend he barely had any time to really teach him anything, but he knew better than to say anything.

Dinner continued with strained conversation as the Buckets continued to fill Christy in on the few things she missed. When it was over she left to unpack her stuff and tried to ignore the fact that Willy was following her. They were both in the elevator when Willy finally spoke to her, "Starshine, I am so sorry; please talk to me."

"Why? You don't trust me and I never gave you any reason not to unlike you who I did catch in the act," she replied angrily. Willy frowned remembering the time she found him with another woman; he didn't do anything, but it really did look like it.

"Nothing happened, I told you that before. I do trust you, please Starshine I have been waiting for you to get back and I didn't want it to be like this," he said sadly putting the most pathetic look on his face that almost made her smile. After seeing that, a small smirk appeared and he wrapped his arm around her leading the way to their room.

Christy mostly forgave him, but she still had other things she needed to worry about, "So, can we talk about the baby now?" Willy froze and started turning away immediately making excuses about places he needed to be. "Fine, I think I want to sleep in my own room tonight."

"Why?" he turned around quickly hating the fact that he kept making her upset.

"Because you won't even talk to me about something important. I can't stand it when you try to make up excuses just to get out of having these types of conversations," she yelled trying to keep herself under control. She would have yelled some more, but the words were started to get caught in her throat and she knew that if she continued she would say something she would regret.

Willy stared at her with wide eyes and slowly sat back down, "Kay, I'll stay."

"You know what, just forget it. I was so excited to come home and see you again and tell you…," her voice cracked as she looked down and took a deep breath, "Now you make me wish I didn't come home at all."

She couldn't believe that she actually had said that out loud, but it was really how she felt. Willy had done nothing but make her angry and upset and she had only been home a few hours. He looked down going into one of his flashbacks for a minute before answering, "I'm glad your home, I've been waiting for you since you left." He moved to try to hug her, but she pulled away from him still angry. "Ok, let's talk about this then; I don't have any candy to make right now."

"So now on top of everything else you were going to lie to me to get out of this," she responded harshly as she looked away from him. She kept her eyes on table in front of her for awhile trying to clear her thoughts, "You're not happy about this."

Willy fidgeted with his cane for a bit before answering, "I wish I could be to make you happy."

"Why?"

He shrugged and tried to make eye contact with her, "I like making candy for children and I like Charlie, but I never wanted to be a f…" Christy looked up as her anger faded; now that she actually got him to talk she started to understand why he avoided the children topic. Neither of his parents was very good at being parents, so naturally he worried that he wouldn't be either.

"Well, now you are going to be one," she said looking at him. As much as she knew this was going to be a tough topic for them she hoped that in the end Willy would be alright with it.

Slowly he nodded and laughed nervously, "I can give it chocolate right?"

Christy laughed and leaned into Willy happy that he responded by putting his arms around her, "Of course, when it's old enough. Living here there won't really be any way to avoid letting it have some chocolate."

Willy leaned back deep in thought wondering how this whole thing would play out. He had some time to think about it and he knew that he wouldn't be the best father in the world by any stretch of the imagination, but he would try. It would be a lie to say he was happy about situation, but he would have to deal with it.

The two spent the night together much happier than they were when Christy first came home. She snuggled close into his back and he smiled feeling her there. She was having a hard time sleeping so she leaned over Willy happy to see he was still awake, "Willy, I was wondering a few things."

"Hmm?"

"Well you never really told me anything about your store on Cherry Street, like how you even managed to open a store so young or when and why you became such a germaphobe. Speaking of, why aren't you afraid of my germs anymore?" she asked leaning over a little farther.

Willy blanked his mind keeping his eyes closed, "Sleeping."

Sighing Christy rolled back to her side of the bed, "No you're not, you just don't want to answer."

"Yes, but it is sleep time so on with the sleeping," he waited for a few minutes to see if she was going to say anything more, but instead she got out of bed and sat down at the windowsill. There were so many things about Willy that she just didn't know and for some reason he was still being real stubborn about letting her in. "Come back here," he said opening his arms.

She smiled as she walked back and snuggled on top of him, "Why won't you tell me anything?"

Willy stiffened a little as he tried to think of the best way to answer, "Because I don't want to think about it and you know what happens when I do." Right on cue he went into a flashback and Christy had to just sit and wait until it was over.

"It makes me think that your whole life was terrible; it's sad to think that you don't even have one good story to tell me," she frowned wondering what could have happened that was so bad that Willy couldn't look back on any of his past.

"That's not true, I can tell you about when I met Charlie and all the candy I made and how I met the oompa-loompas," he replied kissing her on the top of her head. She nodded and slowly drifted off to sleep still wondering what secrets lay inside Willy's mind.