I sighed as I wiped down the counter; it had been a couple of weeks since the whole factory incident. My new job was going great. The men were a little more respectful towards me, the women stopped talking about me like I wasn't there, and I had more time to spend with Charlie.

However there was this aching guilt building in my stomach. A part of me told me that Charlie should have gone with his father, another part of me told me that Willy hadn't changed and never would, another was worried that when I told Charlie he would resent either Willy or me, and still another part of me…a small part of me…had fallen in love with the eccentric chocolatier all over again.

All of my thoughts were interrupted by the small bell that rang whenever someone entered the shop.

"Hi, dear," I said as I saw Charlie enter the shop. However right behind him was Willy. The sight of him made my stomach do a couple flips and then subsequently my heart dropped into my turbulent stomach, to the point where I felt almost sick.

"Mum, you'll never guess where we've been."

I stared at Willy with shock. Then it turned to a slight irritation that showed with the twitch that started in my eyebrow as a forced smile plastered itself on my face. "Where?" Yes, where exactly did you take my son?

Charlie explained the whole story of Willy's father and how they were reunited. What made my frown disappear for a second was the news that Willy, the most famous chocolatier in the world, his father was a dentist. And how in the end Charlie had accepted his offer to live in the factory now that Willy was allowing the whole family to come along.

"Well Charlie, congratulations," I said, "you managed to get him to tell you more about his family in a couple of days than I ever managed in the years we knew each other." I gave Willy a look that told him I wasn't very happy with him. However my look changed into a smile when I spoke to Charlie, "Charlie could you give Mister Wonka and I a minute alone?"

Willy winced as I called him 'Mister Wonka'.

Charlie nodded and walked to another part of the store.

I grabbed Willy's hand and led him to the back. "Now that we're finally alone," I mumbled as I ran my fingers through my hair, "I don't know whether to slap or kiss you."

"I prefer the latter," Willy said trying to keep me from getting too angry and or getting his face slapped.

"Willy, you just don't learn do you? I mean you have now, that's obvious with the visit to your father. But didn't me leaving you twelve years ago teach you nothing?"

Willy interrupted my ranting, "I know, and it was the stupidest thing I ever did."

"What was?" I asked; I had to make sure he knew exactly what he talking about. I had to make sure he wasn't just saying words to get out of trouble or to make me feel better.

It took him a minute, but he did come up with the right answer. "Making you choose between me and your family. It was wrong of me to do that and it was doubly wrong of me to make Charlie choose and to ask you to choose again."

I took a deep breath, "You have no idea what I went through after that. All that drama and then Charlie came along and I-." I stopped myself, I almost spilled the beans.

A few beats later Willy said, "You never did tell me who Charlie's father was…" Noticing my abrupt silence.

"Well, now seems like a good a time as any." I thought and called for Charlie and set them both down. This was going to be hard. "Charlie, do you remember what I was going to tell you on your thirteenth birthday. Remember?"

Charlie nodded. "You promised you'd tell me who my dad was."

I took another deep breath, "Charlie. Willy and I weren't exactly friends per say." Willy looked back and forth from me to Charlie then from me to Charlie again.

"Then what were…"

"We were engaged for about six months." Another deep breath. "I left him when the factory closed down for… personal reasons."

"I'm…" Charlie said not quite putting the pieces together, "not sure what you mean…"

Willy looked from Charlie to me again, "What? Who's Charlie's father?"

I groaned, "Willy. Remember that…thing we did?" No look of understanding crossed his face. "We…umm…" I blushed, "that thing that married people are supposed to do."

"Oh that. What about…" He finally got it. He stood up quickly, "So I'm-he's-your-."

"By the time I found out you had closed the factory and I couldn't contact you," I defended. "I wrote you a letter every month for five years. I never got an answer."

Willy looked sheepish, "Oh…I thought they were angry letters…so I umm burned them."

I pinched the bridge of my nose. "That explains a lot."

"You're not mad?"

Shaking my head I said, "I was really angry last time I saw you, and you do not deal with conflict well…"

Charlie interrupted us, "So…Mister Wonka is my father?"

I nodded. "Yes, Charlie. I found out I was pregnant with you a few days after I left." I then looked to see Willy's expression at the news finally being spoken, however he wasn't sitting anymore. He was lying flat on the floor. Sighing I said, "Nice to see you took it so well…"

"Is he going to be ok?"

Looking back to Charlie I nodded, "Happened first time I told him I loved him too."