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Chapter 49: Talking with Dad

When Christy was finished giving Willy the best possible birthday she cuddled into him and started telling him everything she had originally planned for him. "You are just too hard of a person to think of something for. You have everything; you could go anywhere. I had some ideas, but kept deciding they were terrible. What could you possibly want?"

Willy laughed at her and held her tightly. To him, she was the only thing he really wanted. "I never said you had to do anything for me, but out of curiosity what were those other ideas you said you had."

She turned her head into him feeling embarrassed. "Well first I thought I would just make you a nice dinner and maybe even invite your dad. I know that you really do want to get to know him again even if you don't act like it." Willy laughed nervously and nodded a bit. He did want to reconnect with his father, but was too scared sometimes.

"I would have liked that too, but you can't cook shorty." Willy kissed her on her head and hugged her. She was still acting embarrassed so he assumed there was something else.

"Well, then I started thinking about your mother. You never mentioned her except when you gave me her jewelry so I always assumed she was dead or something." Christy wasn't sure if Willy heard her or not because when she looked up he was in one of his flashbacks. He came out of it looking a bit sad. "Umm, well I looked her up and I think I found her, she lives in the area."

"How did you know her name?"

"It's inscribed inside of the ring you gave me. But since you never told me anything about her, I didn't want to put you in a weird situation." Willy sat there and thought about it for awhile. He wasn't sure what he wanted when it came to his mother. He didn't remember that much about her. He remembered his parents fighting a lot and her leaving, but that was it. "I guess you still aren't going to tell me anything." Christy looked up into his sad face and was glad she didn't go with that idea.

Willy shrugged and tried to look happy for Christy. "There isn't much to tell. I was six years old when she left. She fought a lot with my … and that is all I really remember."

"Hmm, I could never do that. I know I seem to have a tendency to run away, but I can't imagine running away from my own child." Christy pulled Willy as close to her as he could get. They soon fell asleep like that with pleasant dreams.

The next morning, Willy went to see his father. He couldn't decide if he should meet with his mother again; he didn't really know what to expect. Dr. Wonka cleared out some of his morning appointments for him and soon they found themselves sitting awkwardly in his living room.

"Willy, what brings you here today?" Dr. Wonka looked at his only son with concern, Willy was obviously really nervous. Dr. Wonka was hoping that they had gotten past that and could at least have a semi-normal relationship with each other.

"Umm, dad, do you know where mum is?" Willy twisted his cane and played with his gloves looking down, uncertain of what he wanted to hear and what he really wanted to know.

"Yes." Dr. Wonka didn't want to volunteer any extra information.

"Oh, well I think I do too and I was thinking about going to see her." Willy looked up at his father who did not respond. "You see, Christy tracked her down for me and I thought I would come here so you could tell me about her and why she left and then I would decide what I wanted to do. Heh." Willy nervously giggled and then shut his mouth in a frown. Dr. Wonka was not really comfortable talking about Willy's mother, but he knew that he would eventually have to.

"Your mother and I are two very different people. I could not be who she wanted me to be and she was quite unhappy with her life here. I… loved her very much. I realize now that I should have probably talked about this to you when you were six instead of waiting until you were in your thirties. It was never your fault; it wasn't anyone's fault. We just didn't have anything in common." Dr. Wonka looked away sad. He got up and pretended to straighten some books and papers on his desk so that Willy couldn't see how upset the topic made him.

Willy stayed in the chair and thought for a bit. 'It wasn't my fault? I wish he would have told me that sooner. I guess I understand if she wasn't happy then why should she have stayed? They weren't right for each other, I wonder if Christy and I are right for each other.'

Dr. Wonka sat back down in front of Willy. "I still don't believe what she did was right and will never forgive her for it. You should have been more important to her than that. There are proper ways to deal with this kind of thing."

Willy nodded and changed the subject to Charlie, the Buckets, and Christy. Dr. Wonka very much approved of the young girl and wanted Willy to be happy. Willy would never realize how often his father lied awake at night, regretting his actions all those years ago. Now his son was successful and had a beautiful woman by his side; maybe he did the right thing after all.

Willy went back home in time for lunch with the family. Everyone asked how his father was doing and when he was coming to visit for dinner. Willy just laughed nervously and avoided the questions; Christy even came down for lunch. Mrs. Bucket did her best not to stare at her or look worried, but a few quick glances let her know that she was doing much better. Christy was laughing at Grandpa Joe's stories and rolling her eyes at Grandpa George.