I have returned to confuse you all! Muahahaha! Bonus chapter right after this one my friend. Actually...in this one. Yeah, figure out. And NerdyforWonkaNerds, I read one of your stories, but my computer won't let me review it. I loved it :D

There was a major silence as Lilly stood in front of the dress she was to wear at her wedding. The silence was not one of a good feeling; it was one of confusion and slight horror.

"You're honestly NOT expecting me to wear a PURPLE wedding dress!"

Willy—who was standing in the corner of the room and secretly trying on a pair of red velvet gloves—jumped a foot in the air at this sudden outburst. He whirled around and hastily hid his hands behind his back. "Well…I always thought purple looked good on you."

"Willy, had I not known better, I would have thought this was your wedding dress at one point!"

Willy turned around and examined the finger-tip-less red velvet gloves; oddly reminiscent of one committing a crime behind someone's back. "I don't wear dresses."

"Often," Lilly muttered under her breath as she took the dress off the hanger and decided she might as well try it on.

"I heard that."

An Oompa-Loompa assisted Lilly by helping her carry the dress into the changing booth; one of the female Oompa-Loompas went in and helped her get the dress on.

Willy looked around to make sure no one was watching him, and he slipped the gloves off and into the inside pocket of his coat.

But then…there was a shriek coming from the changing booth….

"Premature."

"PRE-WHAT!"

"Willy, please. I need some space here."

"But DAAAAAAAD!"

Mr. Wonka stood beside Willy, just staring at him with the expression one would give a grown man whining like a kid. "Get some gloves on. You're about to deliver a baby."

Willy was actually about to turn around and start looking for gloves when something startling occurred to him. "Dad…you're a dentist."

"Willy, please, don't make me anxious."

Willy reached into the pocket of his coat, which he discarded onto a chair, and took out a pair of gloves. He put them on and was about to actually start when his father stopped him.

"Whoa! You're not about to bring your child into the world wearing those, are you, son?"

Willy blinked and looked at his hands, which were clad in his red velvet finger-tip-less gloves. "Oh crap."

"Just go, Willy, and I'll update you later."

Willy nodded and shuffled out of the room, still gaping stupidly at the gloves.

An hour later, it seemed, Mr. Wonka came out of the room, only to find Willy still staring stupidly at his gloves. This caused Mr. Wonka to blink several times.

"Willy."

Willy jumped and fell off his chair, emitting a mysterious squeak as he landed on his side on the floor.

"Willy," Mr. Wonka said, walking over to his son and rubbing his hands together. When Willy looked up at him, his father sighed. "You're daughter's very premature. The labor might actually have been induced by stress…you two are getting married, aren't you?"

"My…daughter?" was all Willy could muster. "I have a daughter?"

"Lilly said that her name was going to be Libby…is that correct?"

Willy blinked. "Daughter?"

"That's right. Lilly just finished…you can go see her now if you like."

Does anyone besides me smell foreshadowing? Well, of course I do, I'm the author. Watch as I run into a wall...