It was now Holly's ninth and final month of her pregnancy; her due date was coming up… and fast. She and Willy finished painting the nursery and ordered all the supplies they needed. One night, Holly and Willy were in bed side by side in silence for a good few minutes until Willy finally spoke.

"Holly, sweetie?" He began, putting his book down and looking at his wife. "Can I tell you something?"

"Of course." Holly said as she turned her head to face her husband. "What is it?"

"To be honest, I… was terrified of being a dad. I felt like I wasn't equipped or good enough to take care of a kid." He admitted. "But then after you told me you were expecting… I couldn't be any happier and now, I think our baby couldn't come soon enough."

"So… what are you saying?" Holly asked.

"I'm saying… I feel like I'm ready to be a father."

Holly smiled, grasped her husband's hand, and gave it a gentle squeeze.

"I'm glad to hear that, dear… because I sorta felt the exact same way, once upon a time." She said.

"Really?"

"Yep. When I first found out, I thought that I wouldn't be a good mom. But now that our baby will be here soon, I've never been more excited and terrified in my life."

"Well, I'm just glad we're both on the same page here."

"Yeah, me too…"

Holly let out a soft yawn, Willy quickly followed in suit. They shared a few giggles before turning off the light.

"Goodnight, Holly."

"Goodnight, Willy."

They shared a quick kiss and drifted to sleep. Who knows when the baby will come, but the couple knew that he or she would arrive very soon… wouldn't it?

The next morning, Holly woke up before Willy; she looked at the wall clock and saw that it was already 9:15. Then she turned her head to see her husband still sleeping soundly by her side; she smiled and decided to let him continue to sleep before carefully climbing out of bed. She quietly made her way over to the bathroom to freshen up, but no sooner had she made it to the sink than she felt something in her abdomen. She gripped her stomach and leaned on the sink; she tried her best not to scream but a cry in pain escaped from her throat before she could stop it… the cry was enough to make her husband fully wake up. Willy yawned, sat up in bed, stretched, and rubbed the sleep out of his eyes before glancing towards the bathroom.

"Holly?" He asked, another yawn escaped from his throat. "What's going on in there? Are you okay, sweetheart?"

"Willy?" Holly panted, turning her head to face Willy with wide eyes. "I… I think it's time."

"Time?" Willy said before quickly realizing what she meant. "You… you mean…?"

"Yep… The baby's coming."

Trying his best not to panic, Willy went to the nightstand by the bed and took a walkie-talkie out of the drawer. He turned it on and said into it,

"Code red, code red! Any and all available Oompa-Loompas report to my bedroom ASAP! The baby is coming! I repeat: THE BABY IS COMING!"

He put down the walkie-talkie and went back to the bathroom to help his wife. She tried her very best to walk over to the door, but then a group of Oompa-Loompas came in; she and Willy each let out a sigh of relief.

"Thank goodness you're here. I need you guys to take Holly down to the infirmary as quick as you can." Willy ordered; the little men agreed without hesitation.

"W-Willy?" Holly asked.

"Don't worry, dear. I'll meet you down there, I promise."

Holly nodded before she vanished from view with the Oompa-Loompas. Willy then threw open his closet door and slapped on a random button-up shirt and vest, a pair of pants, one of his many coats, and a pair of socks and shoes as quickly as he could. Without even combing his hair, washing his face, or brushing his teeth, Willy ran straight out the door towards the Great Glass Elevator which was standing only a few feet away from his and Holly's room. But in his haste, he accidentally slammed into the glass doors face-first and landed flat on his back.

"Okay, that could've gone a lot smoother…" He muttered to himself in annoyance. "Thank goodness nobody saw that."

Regaining his composure, he pushed a button and the door opened, allowing him to enter. The moment he walked in, his eyes frantically searched the wall of buttons for the one that would take him straight to the factory infirmary and he was relieved to have finally spotted it; he pressed it and he was on his way.

Then he finally arrived at the infirmary. The door was closed and Willy was about to grab the handle, open it, and go in until an Oompa-Loompa dressed as a doctor stepped in front of him. The little doctor told his boss that Holly was already inside but Willy would have to wait outside until everything was done and over with. As reluctant and peeved as he was at this, Willy agreed to stay out in the hall before the Oompa-Loompa nodded and headed back into the room.

Willy waited in the hall for what felt like hours in a nervous and frantic state, thinking of what might be going on behind the door in front of him. He was obviously worried about his wife and their baby and he didn't know what to expect. He could hear Holly practically screaming her head off from her room, which made him more terrified than ever; by now he was already breaking out in a cold sweat and a couple tears had started to fall from his eyes in horror. For as long as he'd known the Oompa-Loompas, he figured that they had no idea how to deliver a human baby but they were smart, quick learners and they knew how to handle themselves in any given situation. He had faith in them… even though he still had his doubts.

After a few agonizing hours of nothing to do but wait, Willy jolted to his feet when he heard a tiny wailing sound coming from Holly's room. It sounded small, but also high-pitched and very loud. His eyes widened, the realization of what was happening right there and then hitting him like a brick.

'It… it can't be…' He thought.

Suddenly, the door opened and the Oompa-Loompa doctor calmly walked out from the bedroom and went over to his boss.

Willy asked him, "Well?"

The tiny man wiped his brow with a rag and said to Willy (in his native tongue), "Your wife is alright, master. Mrs. Wonka has come through perfectly and she is going to be fine."

A wave of relief sweeping over him, Willy let out a relaxed sigh in response; but then he remembered something.

"And the baby…?" Willy asked.

"…is a girl." The doctor replied.

Willy's eyes widened and his back stiffened at what he just heard (or saw for that matter).

"Say what now?" He asked.

"The baby is a healthy, pretty little girl. Congratulations, great one." The little man said before proudly shaking Willy's finger.

"Thank you. So, can I…?"

"Absolutely, go right in. Just be very quiet."

"Of course."

Willy nodded his head before the doctor walked away and disappeared around a corner; he made his way to the door and slowly entered the room to see Holly sitting up in bed and holding a little bundle in her arms. She looked terribly exhausted but even so, she never looked more beautiful. Almost in awe, Willy just stood there in the doorway for a moment or two, gazing at Holly and their daughter. Their daughter. He nearly fainted at the sight.

"Hi, Willy…" Holly finally said, sounding as though she were ready to laugh and cry all at the same time. "Come and meet our little girl."

Willy had to blink a few times to hold himself together. After taking a deep breath, he slowly walked over to the bed and took a seat on the edge. Holly winced a little as the mattress jostled, but quickly recovered.

"Oh, Holly…" Willy said. "You okay?"

"Yeah, we both are." She replied, smiling down at the baby.

For a good few minutes, neither of them said a word; it didn't really seem necessary to say anything at that moment. All Willy could think about was how, after all this time, he had a family of his own… a real family. From now on, it wasn't just Willy and Holly, but Willy, Holly, and now little Charlotte. As gently and carefully as he could, he ran his gloved hand over the baby's head. At his touch, she woke up a little, fidgeting about with her eyes screwed up tight.

"Look at her. Isn't she gorgeous?" Holly asked.

"I've never seen anything so beautiful…" Willy gushed.

"Charlotte Dulce Wonka. What do you think?"

"She's perfect."

By now, Willy began to cry; he almost couldn't believe that his wife and best friend since childhood had been carrying this little thing inside of her for nine months straight. He realized now just how much this child meant to him. It wasn't just a baby; it was his will to live, his reason for waking up every morning. He leaned down and gave his infant daughter a kiss, and then pressed his lips against Holly's cheek. It was a lovely little moment, a memory that Willy would keep with him for the rest of his life. It was then and there that he made a promise to himself and to little Charlotte; he promised to be a much better father to his little girl than his father was to him. He smiled at the baby.

"Would you like to hold her?" Holly asked.

Willy nodded his head and Holly carefully placed the baby girl in his arms. He couldn't help wanting to try the name out a bit, now that there was someone to connect it to.

"Hi there, Charlotte…" He whispered.

Little Charlotte, who was now snoozing peacefully, was the most perfect thing that could ever be imagined: she had her mother's beautiful face and her father's brown hair and fair skin. She looked like a perfect combination between the two of them.

"Our daughter…" Willy lamented.

"I know…" She whispered.

Holly smiled and stroked the baby's smooth little cheek before Willy placed Charlotte back into his wife's arms.

"I love you both so much…" He said with all the affection one could have in their voice.

"I love you too." Holly replied.

He gave Holly a quick kiss before he left her and the baby to get some well-deserved rest. Willy and Holly were now the luckiest people alive, and they truly couldn't be happier. A great new chapter in their lives had just begun and at that moment, they felt more than prepared for it.