Around sixty days later Willy walked into the candy field and saw Lilly there, lying on her back in the grass, nibbling on a candy lily. Her free arm was being used as her pillow. When he walked over to her, she looked up. Neither of them smiled; it was as if both of them were afraid that something would happen if they smiled.

"You're running out of candy lilies," Willy said quietly, tapping his walking staff on the ground. He gestured towards the candy lily patch, which was, indeed, becoming scarce. He tried to ignore Lilly's stomach, which was starting to develop a rounder shape to it; it was still just barely a bump.

He ended up closing his eyes instead.

Lilly sat up and stretched. "You can make more, can't you?"

Willy nodded, his eyes still closed.

Lilly sighed and tilted her head to one side. "Willy…I would appreciate it if you could talk to me about this. I know for a fact that you're not comfortable with how it turned out two months ago. And the fact that you're still not looking me in the eye…is really starting to hurt."

Willy opened his eyes finally and sat down next to her. He looked at his lap, fidgeting with his walking staff. He opened his mouth to speak several times, and then closed it. He did this once more, then he actually said something.

"I'm just scared."

Lilly gave him a concerned look. "Why, Willy? It'll be alright."

Willy shook his head. "No, it won't. My father was never the best father to me, and I just know I'll never be the best father to…." He pointed to Lilly's stomach vaguely. "I'm not…even going to try, really."

Lilly frowned. "So basically you're saying that you want nothing to do with this baby?"

Willy bit his lip and hid his eyes with his hat. "I just…I'm sorry, Lilly. I never meant to let this happen like this." He could sense the look on her face, and he hastily changed his wording. "I…I want to be in your life."

Lilly rubbed her eyes. "Okay. The first moment I came back over here telling you I'm pregnant, you were about to throw yourself in your own vat of chocolate; you were so excited. Then, you run around the factory in a near raging fit and end up barely killing about five of your Oompa-Loompas because you were so upset about this. Then you end up spending an hour and a half in the air in your flying elevator, thinking about this. Then, just now, you come and tell me you're not ready to be a father. And currently you're telling me that you're okay with it."

Willy winced.

"Can you make up your mind, please? I have no idea what to do with myself."

There was a silence, and then Willy sighed heavily. "I told you…all I'd do as a father would be to make sure the child doesn't run off and kill itself. I'm not fit to be a…a…." He swallowed. "A…."

"What do you mean, 'I'm not fit to be a parent'? You…you've seem to have forgotten a few names here. Let's see…Violet Beauregard, Charlie Bucket, Augustus Gloop, Veruca Salt, and Mike Teavee." She paused. "I even did those in alphabetical order for you!"

"If you haven't noticed," Willy said, sitting up a little straighter, "those five kids ended up very badly. Except for Charlie Bucket."

Lilly sat on her knees and looked Willy in the face. "And as much as those other four deserved it, what have you done to Charlie? What were you like to him?"

"…An uncle?"

"NO!" Lilly all but shouted. "You…were like…his father, Willy. He appreciated you the same way he appreciated his own father, if not a little less, given the fact that you're not his biological father unless you have something to tell me."

There was a silence.

"Are you kidding me?" Willy said, lifting his head to look Lilly in the eye.

Lilly took a deep breath and buried her hands in her face for a moment. Then she looked up at Willy, her eyebrows raised. "What do you want? What do you want me to do? If you're really not 'fit' to father this child, there's an option of giving it up for adoption."

Willy stood up slowly stood up and sighed. "I…need to think about this."

"You've been thinking about it for two months, Willy," Lilly said in a tone that almost reached the point of pleading. "I…personally…I want to be a mother."

Willy turned his back to her, his head down.

"And I've often hoped that the father would be you."

Willy lifted his head up at this, and he turned around.

But Lilly was already gone.