"Um, Az, this might not be the best time for it, but I might as well tell you." Lydia looked uncomfortable. "Beej is your father."
Beetlejuice's eyes lit up at the sound of his nickname. "It is you!" He exclaimed, enveloping Lydia in a back-breaking hug. "Um . . . Beej . . . Can't breathe." Lydia gasped. "Oh. Sorry." Beetlejuice apologised, letting Lydia go.
Suddenly, Beetlejuice gasped. "I'm a f-f-father??? You mean, that night, when we-" "Not in front of Az." Lydia blushed.
[Flashback]
"C'mon Babes." Beetlejuice strained, trying to drag an intoxicated Lydia out of the bar and back home. "I think you drank alittle too much." "Your thuuuch a . . . um . . . thingy." Lydia slurred, falling over herself and Beetlejuice.
After five long minutes, Beetlejuice managed to get Lydia back to 'BJ Roadhouse'. All he had to do was get Lydia back to her side of the mirror. Unfortunately, to do that, she had to say his name three times, and, drunk as she was, that was almost impossible.
"C'mon Babes, all you have to say is my name three times." Beetlejuice pleaded, looking nervously at the time. If Lydia stayed too long, she'd be late for school the next morning.
"You're cute." Lydia looked misty-eyed at Beetlejuice. "Let's make out."
Now, the Beetlejuice had a problem. While self-appointed Ghost with the Most was a perverted maniac with a lust for any and every female, he was smart enough to know that if he did anything at all, it would forever change they're friendship. Unfortunately, Lydia was a persuasive drunk.
~*~
The next morning, Lydia moaned, holding her head. "What happened?" She groaned. Next to her, something moved. She opened her eyes to find her clothes spread out over the floor. She gasped, pulling the covers up to her chin, and turned, hoping that she hadn't done what she thought she had.
"Mornin', Babes." Beetlejuice yawned, turning to face Lydia. "Beetlejuice, tell me we didn't, please." Lydia begged, knowing they had. "No comment." Beetlejuice blushed. "What I say may incriminate me." "I have to go." Lydia declared. "Home, home, home." Suddenly, she disappeared. She was in such a hurry; she didn't even bother taking her clothes with her.
~*~
A few days later, Lydia returned with a box. She began to pack her clothes into it; then she left, all without saying much more than "Beetlejuice" several times.
For the next few months, Beetlejuice saw nothing but his own reflection whenever he looked into the mirror. Eventually he gave up, only glancing over whenever he happened to look in that direction.
[End Flashback]
"Come live with us, Beetlejuice." Azkedelia asked, looking up at the Ghost with puppy-dog eyes. "Oh, alright." Smiled Beetlejuice. and so, hand in hand, the now compleate family teleported back to Lydia's house.