I'm getting very confused.
"I hope this doesn't affect our wedding," Lilly sighed, running her hands through her hair and stretching. She looked at Willy, who was staring oddly into the incubator beside Lilly's bed. She frowned. "Willy?"
"Daughter?"
"Good Lord, Willy…you're not going to ever get over the fact that Libby is not Willy Junior, are you?"
"I wanted a SON!" Willy shrieked, waking the baby. He suddenly looked frantic and waved his hands at Libby. "Shh! Shh…you don't want to scream like that! It's making me nervous!"
Lilly covered her mouth with her hand, watching with sheer amusement as Willy attempted to quiet Libby down by shaking the walking staff. It rattled—much to Lilly's confusion—and slowly the baby stopped crying and instead gazed up at Willy, her bright blue eyes opened widely.
Willy fell silent as well, looking his daughter in the eye. His hands were still up, and he blinked slowly.
Lilly sat up, suddenly alert when the room became silent.
As Willy watched Libby make adorable baby noises, the expression on his face went from fear to loving admiration. He did not take his eyes away from the infant, and when she reached her tiny arms out to him, he smiled softly.
Lilly made no movement nor sound as Willy reached his finger into the incubator. Libby's little hand clasped around the tip of his finger, and Willy's eyes filled with tears. He gently shook his finger, as if he were giving Libby a handshake. He felt the softness of his daughter's palm, because he was still wearing the finger-tip-less gloves.
Lilly's eyes filled with tears, too, and she still made no motion, not wanting to break this powerful bond that was forming right before her eyes.
"When given the hand of your little girl," Willy sang quietly, "you know you let her shine. Hello, my beautiful, you sang to me before you knew…just how much you mean to me…how much I mean to you…."
Lilly looked at her lap to prevent herself from drawing any attention.
This action from Lilly wasn't necessary, since an Oompa-Loompa came in and tugged at Willy's coat. Willy seemed to have snapped out of a trance, and he turned around, his finger still being held on to by Libby. He bent over a bit to hear the Oompa-Loompa. Then he nodded and frowned, sending the Oompa-Loompa away.
"What's going on?" Lilly asked, startled at her voice, which was hoarse all of a sudden.
"Someone's here."
((TIdVS taps the microphone a few times)) Um...is this thing on? Oh...erm...yeah, I wrote that little song/poem thing...in less than two minutes CAN I HEAR A LOUD ROUND OF APPLAUSE!