A/N: This is the end. It was hard to write. First, thank you to everyone
who reviewed. It helped me a lot, both encouragement and criticism.
Disclaimer: I only own Tawny and Wednesday.
One year later
Tawny looked up from the magazine she was reading. "What should we name the baby?"
They were in a doctor's office, sitting in grey and blue chairs and waiting for the OB-GYN.
Willy glanced at his wife. "What about Ernest or Lollipop?"
She laughed. "You're joking, right?"
She really couldn't tell.
"I like the name Wednesday," she admitted.
This time he laughed. "Isn't that the daughter in the Adams family?"
She scowled. "Hey, I like it!"
"Wonkas," the middle aged nurse called.
They stood up. "Yes?"
"The doctor will see you now."
"As you know," the bald, goateed, spectacle wearing doctor began, "Tawny had a very difficult pregnancy."
They nodded. She had had bleeding and cramps through the entire ordeal, and now was near the end of eighth month. It was amazing the baby had held on for that long.
"And there is a chance of complications during the birth."
Tawny squeezed Willy's hand. "I know."
"In fact, it wasn't very wise to get pregnant at all, since Tawny has such a fragile medical condition," he sighed. He looked at her. "All that drinking and drugs you did turned your liver into lead."
"But nothing good is to happen, and the baby will be bad, right?" Willy asked hopefully."Oh, strike that, reverse it."
A grim frown settled onto the doctor's face. "As long as everything goes to plan."
She was sick again.
Willy peeked into the bathroom. "Are you all right, sweetie?"
She was sitting on the floor by the toilet. She nodded slowly, trying not to puke. "Yes. I'll be fine." She turned to him, trying to smile. "Now, go to dinner with your parents. I can stay here."
"Are you sure -"
"Just go to the damn dinner!" she screamed, and began retching again.
*Damn!* he thought. He hated the mood swings.
Well, that wasn't the only thing he hated. Not that it wasn't her fault, but this pregnancy had been very difficult and annoying at times. With the constant mood swings, her constant "morning" sickness, and cravings for brocolli and chocolate ice cream in the middle of the night, he barely ever slept.
And he hadn't had sex in what? A month?
*Excuse me, but you're not the one with something growing inside you,* he reminded himself.
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His parents were glad Tawny wasn't there. They had brought someone for him.
"This is Cassandra," his mother gushed. "We met her in Italy."
He smiled nervously. Cassandra was gorgous. She was blonde, wih long legs and a lean, lanky body - the exact opposite of dark haired, short and curvy Tawny.
"Uh . . . hi," he said nervously.
She shook his hand vigorously. "Hello, Mr. Wonka."
"I . . . I . . . I-"
"I hear that you own a candy shop."
"Chocolate factory," he corrected timidly.
She didn't seem to notice. She looked over to his mother. "You said he was handsome. You were right."
He blushed slightly. "Why don't we go sit down?"
"So," his mother began, after they had ordered their drinks. "Where's Tawny?"
He had to choose his words wisely with his mother. "She's not feeling well."
"Oh," his mother said, trying to keep the smirk off her face and out of her voice.
"Again?" his father asked.
He shrugged. "Well, she is in her eighth month."
"Still," Cassandra said. "That's a little unsupportive, isn't it?"
"Well -"
"If I were your wife, I'd be with you no matter what."
"Well, you're not my wife."
Reluctantly, he walked Cassandra to her door at the end of the evening.
She smiled. "Well goodbye, Mr. Wonka."
"Goodbye."
There was a silence. "Listen," she began. "I know you're not happy with your wife."
"I'm fine," he insisted.
She scoffed. "Well, I'll be in the park tomorrow. If you finally get tired of being ifine/i, meet me."
He was considering it. After a night full of puking, he was thinking about it.
He glanced at Tawny, reading a book on the couch. She was still beautiful to him, a single strand of black hair hanging in her face, her purple eyes glowing.
He went up to her, and held her hands. She looked up from her book. "What is it?"
He went down on one knee. He swallowed. "Before I go, I need to ask you a question. Are you happy?"
She smiled. "Of course! I'm with the man I love, and I'm having his baby. Why wouldn't I be happy?"
He bit down on his lip. "Do you think - do you think it was a good idea when you went to live with me? Do you ever wonder what your life would've been like if you hadn't met me?"
"I try not to think about it. You do remember I was a drug addict? If it weren't for you, I'd probably be dead now. You saved my life. It was actually the best thing I ever did."
"One last question. Do you love me? I mean, really, really love me? More than anyone in the world?"
"Yes! Of course. I love you and the baby more than anything."
There was a silence. She leaned in and kissed him. They kissed more deeply and lovingly than they ever had before.
She parted from him. He was flushed and a little breathless.
"Do you know what happened to the girl who got everything she wanted?" she asked. "She lived happily ever after." She laughed. "Now go."
"No, I really shouldn't."
"No, really, you go ahead."
He sighed, and kissed her forehead. He couldn't believe what he was doing, leaving. Something deep inside him told him to stay, but he didn't stop.
At the door, he looked at her for a long time. Then he left.
"So, you've finally joined me?" Cassandra teased.
He sat down next to her in the park.
There was a pregnant silence.
"Can I kiss you?" she suddenly asked.
"What?"
"Can I kiss you?"
He nodded. "I guess -"
She grabbed him and kissed him, cramming her tongue down his throat. She wasn't a terrible kisser. Her lips were warm, and she knew how and when to move.
He thought of the first time he kissed Tawny. He remember the electric shock that went through his body. He remembered that feeling the first time he looked at her.
He pushed Cassandra away. He got up. "Do you know what I felt?"
She grinned, leaning on her arms. "I can imagine."
"Nothing! Absolutely nothing!"
"What?" she shrilled.
"I mean, nothing compared to Tawny," he leaned toward Cassandra. "You know, when I told you that I was fine with her? I'm not! Fine doesn't begin to cover it. I'm excellent, jubilant, ecstatic! Sometimes we have ups and downs, but I love her more than anything. And she loves me. You don't!" He spun around and started to leave her. "Oh," he added. "Don't ask to kiss anyone. The best kisses are stolen."
He headed back to the factory, feeling better than ever.
He walked in, and was greeted by a frantic oompa loompa. "You have to go to the hospital! She went into labor!"
After a quick five hours of labor, Tawny Wonka died of complications.
By the time her got there, it was too late. He was numb when the doctor told him. He was numb when the doctor brought him to see the baby.
She put the baby girl in his arms. "Here's your daughter, sir."
He looked down and saw Tawny. The same jet black hair, the same face, and the same red lips. She looked exactly like her.
Well, almost exactly. She had pure, honest blue eyes. His eyes.
Tears formed without warning. "Wow. She's a little like both of us."
She reached out and clasped his hand in her small fingers. He burst into tears, both from happiness and sadness. But he hadn't lost Tawny. He was holding her right in his arms.
"Sir, do you have a name?"
He nodded and swallowed. "Yes. Wednesday."
Epilogue
He couldn't raise Wednesday. No matter how much he loved her, he couldn't. He was a broken, torn apart person.
He stood by Tawny's grave. After he gave his daughter up for adoption, he cut everything in half in his office. He had lost the person who completed him. He was half a man.
He became extremely eccentric, almost without a vestige of the person he once was. He was sad a lot of the time, but the old phrase was true - iIt is better to have loved and lost then never to loved at all. /i He still had his memories of Tawny, and nothing could take that away.
Maybe he would find Wednesday again someday, he pondered as he left Tawny's grave. iBut now, let's just focus on Golden Tickets.
THE END
A/N: I *might* write a sequel, in which he finds Wednesday. Maybe. All I need is for one person to say yes!
Disclaimer: I only own Tawny and Wednesday.
One year later
Tawny looked up from the magazine she was reading. "What should we name the baby?"
They were in a doctor's office, sitting in grey and blue chairs and waiting for the OB-GYN.
Willy glanced at his wife. "What about Ernest or Lollipop?"
She laughed. "You're joking, right?"
She really couldn't tell.
"I like the name Wednesday," she admitted.
This time he laughed. "Isn't that the daughter in the Adams family?"
She scowled. "Hey, I like it!"
"Wonkas," the middle aged nurse called.
They stood up. "Yes?"
"The doctor will see you now."
"As you know," the bald, goateed, spectacle wearing doctor began, "Tawny had a very difficult pregnancy."
They nodded. She had had bleeding and cramps through the entire ordeal, and now was near the end of eighth month. It was amazing the baby had held on for that long.
"And there is a chance of complications during the birth."
Tawny squeezed Willy's hand. "I know."
"In fact, it wasn't very wise to get pregnant at all, since Tawny has such a fragile medical condition," he sighed. He looked at her. "All that drinking and drugs you did turned your liver into lead."
"But nothing good is to happen, and the baby will be bad, right?" Willy asked hopefully."Oh, strike that, reverse it."
A grim frown settled onto the doctor's face. "As long as everything goes to plan."
She was sick again.
Willy peeked into the bathroom. "Are you all right, sweetie?"
She was sitting on the floor by the toilet. She nodded slowly, trying not to puke. "Yes. I'll be fine." She turned to him, trying to smile. "Now, go to dinner with your parents. I can stay here."
"Are you sure -"
"Just go to the damn dinner!" she screamed, and began retching again.
*Damn!* he thought. He hated the mood swings.
Well, that wasn't the only thing he hated. Not that it wasn't her fault, but this pregnancy had been very difficult and annoying at times. With the constant mood swings, her constant "morning" sickness, and cravings for brocolli and chocolate ice cream in the middle of the night, he barely ever slept.
And he hadn't had sex in what? A month?
*Excuse me, but you're not the one with something growing inside you,* he reminded himself.
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His parents were glad Tawny wasn't there. They had brought someone for him.
"This is Cassandra," his mother gushed. "We met her in Italy."
He smiled nervously. Cassandra was gorgous. She was blonde, wih long legs and a lean, lanky body - the exact opposite of dark haired, short and curvy Tawny.
"Uh . . . hi," he said nervously.
She shook his hand vigorously. "Hello, Mr. Wonka."
"I . . . I . . . I-"
"I hear that you own a candy shop."
"Chocolate factory," he corrected timidly.
She didn't seem to notice. She looked over to his mother. "You said he was handsome. You were right."
He blushed slightly. "Why don't we go sit down?"
"So," his mother began, after they had ordered their drinks. "Where's Tawny?"
He had to choose his words wisely with his mother. "She's not feeling well."
"Oh," his mother said, trying to keep the smirk off her face and out of her voice.
"Again?" his father asked.
He shrugged. "Well, she is in her eighth month."
"Still," Cassandra said. "That's a little unsupportive, isn't it?"
"Well -"
"If I were your wife, I'd be with you no matter what."
"Well, you're not my wife."
Reluctantly, he walked Cassandra to her door at the end of the evening.
She smiled. "Well goodbye, Mr. Wonka."
"Goodbye."
There was a silence. "Listen," she began. "I know you're not happy with your wife."
"I'm fine," he insisted.
She scoffed. "Well, I'll be in the park tomorrow. If you finally get tired of being ifine/i, meet me."
He was considering it. After a night full of puking, he was thinking about it.
He glanced at Tawny, reading a book on the couch. She was still beautiful to him, a single strand of black hair hanging in her face, her purple eyes glowing.
He went up to her, and held her hands. She looked up from her book. "What is it?"
He went down on one knee. He swallowed. "Before I go, I need to ask you a question. Are you happy?"
She smiled. "Of course! I'm with the man I love, and I'm having his baby. Why wouldn't I be happy?"
He bit down on his lip. "Do you think - do you think it was a good idea when you went to live with me? Do you ever wonder what your life would've been like if you hadn't met me?"
"I try not to think about it. You do remember I was a drug addict? If it weren't for you, I'd probably be dead now. You saved my life. It was actually the best thing I ever did."
"One last question. Do you love me? I mean, really, really love me? More than anyone in the world?"
"Yes! Of course. I love you and the baby more than anything."
There was a silence. She leaned in and kissed him. They kissed more deeply and lovingly than they ever had before.
She parted from him. He was flushed and a little breathless.
"Do you know what happened to the girl who got everything she wanted?" she asked. "She lived happily ever after." She laughed. "Now go."
"No, I really shouldn't."
"No, really, you go ahead."
He sighed, and kissed her forehead. He couldn't believe what he was doing, leaving. Something deep inside him told him to stay, but he didn't stop.
At the door, he looked at her for a long time. Then he left.
"So, you've finally joined me?" Cassandra teased.
He sat down next to her in the park.
There was a pregnant silence.
"Can I kiss you?" she suddenly asked.
"What?"
"Can I kiss you?"
He nodded. "I guess -"
She grabbed him and kissed him, cramming her tongue down his throat. She wasn't a terrible kisser. Her lips were warm, and she knew how and when to move.
He thought of the first time he kissed Tawny. He remember the electric shock that went through his body. He remembered that feeling the first time he looked at her.
He pushed Cassandra away. He got up. "Do you know what I felt?"
She grinned, leaning on her arms. "I can imagine."
"Nothing! Absolutely nothing!"
"What?" she shrilled.
"I mean, nothing compared to Tawny," he leaned toward Cassandra. "You know, when I told you that I was fine with her? I'm not! Fine doesn't begin to cover it. I'm excellent, jubilant, ecstatic! Sometimes we have ups and downs, but I love her more than anything. And she loves me. You don't!" He spun around and started to leave her. "Oh," he added. "Don't ask to kiss anyone. The best kisses are stolen."
He headed back to the factory, feeling better than ever.
He walked in, and was greeted by a frantic oompa loompa. "You have to go to the hospital! She went into labor!"
After a quick five hours of labor, Tawny Wonka died of complications.
By the time her got there, it was too late. He was numb when the doctor told him. He was numb when the doctor brought him to see the baby.
She put the baby girl in his arms. "Here's your daughter, sir."
He looked down and saw Tawny. The same jet black hair, the same face, and the same red lips. She looked exactly like her.
Well, almost exactly. She had pure, honest blue eyes. His eyes.
Tears formed without warning. "Wow. She's a little like both of us."
She reached out and clasped his hand in her small fingers. He burst into tears, both from happiness and sadness. But he hadn't lost Tawny. He was holding her right in his arms.
"Sir, do you have a name?"
He nodded and swallowed. "Yes. Wednesday."
Epilogue
He couldn't raise Wednesday. No matter how much he loved her, he couldn't. He was a broken, torn apart person.
He stood by Tawny's grave. After he gave his daughter up for adoption, he cut everything in half in his office. He had lost the person who completed him. He was half a man.
He became extremely eccentric, almost without a vestige of the person he once was. He was sad a lot of the time, but the old phrase was true - iIt is better to have loved and lost then never to loved at all. /i He still had his memories of Tawny, and nothing could take that away.
Maybe he would find Wednesday again someday, he pondered as he left Tawny's grave. iBut now, let's just focus on Golden Tickets.
THE END
A/N: I *might* write a sequel, in which he finds Wednesday. Maybe. All I need is for one person to say yes!