I am sooooo sorry that I haven't updated in a while...I have been el mucho busy-o. Yeah. And sidenote: Today's my birthday! Whooooo! But anyways. Oh, by the way. Love my word "triple-took." Tres coolios.

"Willy…." Lilly glanced at the newspaper in her hand more than once. She triple-took.

"Yeah, sweets?" Willy walked into the Invention room, wielding a shaving razor and a towel. He looked at Lilly and raised his eyebrows.

Lilly, however, raised one eyebrow slowly. "Since when start—let alone needed—to shave your face, Willy?"

Willy looked at her for a moment, and then he frowned. "I'm not shaving myself, Lilly. I'm…helping an Oompa-Loompa." He grinned slyly. "I'm getting paid."

Lilly smirked, placing a hand on her seven-months-pregnant stomach. "As if you need more money." Then she caught sight of the newspaper again. "Oh…Willy, dear god, why on earth am I on the front cover of the newspaper?"

Willy frowned and walked over to her, reading the newspaper over her shoulder. "Ahh. 'Wonka and Wonka Expecting First Child.' Just ignore that stuff, Lilly."

Lilly looked at him incredulously. "First of all, we're not married. Second of all…." She pointed to the newspaper underneath the first headline.

"Uhh. 'Nearby Policeman Inquires, "Since When Did Wonka Have A Girlfriend?"'" Willy looked at Lilly as if he had just insulted her. He was afraid to look her in the eye. "Erm…I need to go finish…."

Willy got two feet away, but Lilly grabbed Willy's arm, pulled him back to her, and kissed him. Then she turned him around, smacked him once on the behind, and said, "Go; time is money, and you're a Wonka!"

Willy jumped and ran out, giggling.

Lilly grinned and turned back to her newspaper. She was about to open it and read what was on the inside (not surprisingly, more tabloid tales about her and Willy) when she heard a quiet ringing coming from somewhere in the back of the room.

Lilly frowned, carefully setting the newspaper on the floor. When she stood back up, she walked over to where she believed the ringing to be coming from.

There was a bright purple phone on a metal table against the back wall, and apparently, it was ringing. It seemed like an urgent call, too.

Lilly scratched her head a little bit, and then picked up the receiver. "Hello?"

"…Lillian!"

Lilly nearly dropped the phone. "Mother!"

There was a loud shriek at the other end, leaving Lilly no further doubt that the woman was, in fact, her mother. "I'll be written into the Gospel! How on earth did you end up at the champagne shop!"

Lilly frowned and dropped her voice to a quieter level. "Mom," she murmured, holding the phone between her ear and her shoulder and grabbing a strip of the peeling wallpaper. She grabbed a pencil from her pocket. "What number did you call?"

She told her.

"Good grief," Lilly said, writing the number down and looking at it. "You called the wrong number, Mom."

There was a brief silence. "Where are you, Lillian?"

Lilly slowly raised an eyebrow and ran her words into one: "Wonkachoclahfacteree."

"What? Speak up, dear, I can't hear you!"

Lilly looked over her shoulder and stared at Willy, who suddenly ran at full speed past the room, trying to keep his hat on. Turning back around, Lilly blinked. "The um…." She rubbed the bridge of her nose and closed her eyes. "The Wonka Factory, Mom."

"The W—!" There was a sudden gasp. "ARE YOU THE LILLY IN THE NEWS?"

"Mother!" Lilly snapped. "God! What is your problem!" She rubbed her forehead. "Where's Dad? I know he's there with you, because you wouldn't be ordering champagne otherwise."

"Oh no you don't!" Mrs. Redwood shrieked. "I want to have a word with you about this! How dare you go and get yourself in this kind of situation!" There was an unidentified voice in the background, then Mrs. Redwood spoke again. "Who's the father!"

Wondering exactly which newspaper and/or news program her mother watched for her not to know, Lilly suddenly turned very red. She stared at the door to the room, swallowing. "Erm…you…won't appreciate this."

Suddenly, a male's voice appeared at the other end. "Lillian, honey, your mother passed out."

Lilly smacked her forehead. "Dad…."

"Tell me who the father is, sweetheart, please?"

Lilly bent over and rested her forehead on the metal table, sighing heavily. "It's…Daddy, the father is Willy Wonka."

The silence that followed was so profound; it seemed to have needed to be censored. Lilly was growing very anxious and didn't like the suspense her father was putting her through.

"Dad?"

"I'm here, sweetie. I'm just thinking about this."

Lilly sighed and stood up straight, not at all noticing the fact that Willy had walked over to the doorway and leaned against it, listening in silently.

"I'm sorry if I disappointed you, Dad," Lilly said into the phone. "I really am."

"I'm not disappointed at all."

"I didn't just meet him…whether you knew it or not, Willy was my best friend in the entire world when I was younger…."

"…According to my recollection, he would have been your only friend as a child."

Lilly suddenly covered her eyes with her hand and slowly started to cry. She preferred not to have heard nor remembered this fact.

Willy frowned slightly, not sure whether to be worried about what was going on or not. He couldn't hear what was going on at the other end of the phone call.

"Lilly?" Mr. Redwood said. "Are you okay?"

"Yeah, Dad. I'm just…yeah, I'm fine."

"Are you sure?"

"Yeah."

"How're you doing, honey? Are you happy?"

Lilly sniffed and wiped her eyes on her sleeve. "Actually, very much so. I'm very happy. I love Willy very much, and…I'm glad to be here with him…."

"I'm glad, sweetheart. Your mother is, too. She's currently out cold, but I'm pretty sure she's happy for you."

"Thanks, Daddy."

"I'm going to remember this number, alright? I want to check on you every so often."

Lilly read her father the number she had written down, said good-bye, and hung up.

"You know," Willy said softly, looking at his hat in his hands and causing Lilly to jump a little, "I wanted to wait for a while before I did this. I figured, you know; wait until after Willy Jr. was born. But…I realize now that I don't want to wait any more." He looked up at her. "I'm very impatient."

Lilly gawked at Willy as he held his hat out at arm's length, dropped something into it, cleared his throat, and threw the hat across the room at Lilly. When she caught it in midair, the thing that was inside it was tossed upwards. She caught that, too, and gasped. She dropped the hat shortly afterwards.

"I just finished it today. Actually, more like just now. The um…the diamond is actually Never-Melting, Never-Crumble, Cherry-Tinted-Water Flavored Rock Candy…it's…my latest invention."

Lilly couldn't stop gazing at the brilliant ring in her hand. It was as if it had been made from magic. The large jewel in the middle was, in fact, a Rock Candy diamond.

She looked up at Willy, who was walking towards her, smiling. "Are you…are you…?"

Willy stopped in front of her and leaned on the walking staff. "If you're attempting to say, 'Are you proposing to me with a ring that I can eat if I wanted to'…." He put his right hand on the back of his own head. "…Then yes. I am."

Lilly found herself doing what she almost always did nowadays; wiping away tears from her eyes. "I don't know what to say, Willy."

Willy grimaced. "Well…you're options are pretty small. Yes…or no."

Lilly smiled, then put the ring on her left hand ring finger. She wrapped her arms around Willy's middle, resting her chin on his chest. "In that case, yes. I will marry you, William Weston Wonka."

Willy beamed. "Oh, good!" He took his hat back and put it on Lilly. He was still grinning. "Now you won't be Lilly Lonka. You'll be Lilly Wonka." He seemed to lose his smile a bit, and he said quietly, "You're going to lose my nickname for you." He said even quieter, "And you used my middle name." Then he said, so quiet only Lilly, who was right up against him, could hear, "And my first one."

Lilly giggled. "Sorry."