So sorry for the delay! I've been busy writing the next few chapters to Finding Loompaland. Anyways, you deserve less talk from me, so here it is!
"I don't understand it, Lillian," Lilly's dad said to her over the phone. "Libby's almost three now. You've waited TOO long! Are you two going to have this wedding or not?"
Lilly ran a hand through her now black hair. "You know, I'm going through the hardest time of my life, Dad, so just give me a freakin' minute, alright!" She dropped the phone and strode out of the Invention Room, rolling the sleeves of her maternity shirt.
She sidestepped Libby, who was running back and forth through the hallway, screaming her head off. She was having the time of her life, apparently.
"Be careful, Libby, you're gonna hurt yourself," Lilly said as she passed. "WILLY!"
Willy poked his head out of a room in the hallway. "Yes?"
"Oh," Lilly said, stopping. "Sorry."
Willy's eye twitched and his gaze landed on Lilly's stomach. "It's alright, honey, what did you want?"
"We need to talk."
Willy fell out of the room and on his back.
Lilly's eyes widened. "I'm not breaking up with you, if that's what you're spazzing about…."
Willy grinned sheepishly. "Of course not." He stood up and dusted his coat off. "I'm guessing, then, you wanted to talk about this so-called wedding."
Lilly nodded and walked into the room where Willy was building a giant teddy bear out of chocolate for Libby. "I have my dad on the phone. He wants to know when."
Willy put his goggles back on and started climbing the ladder to get to the teddy bear's unfinished ear. "When the twins are born."
"Willy," Lilly said, crossing her arms over her obviously pregnant stomach. "I'm starting to think you don't want to get married."
"MUMBLER!" Willy screamed suddenly, not looking away from the chocolate ear. He stayed silent for a minute. "Besides, I wouldn't have proposed to you if I didn't want to get married."
Lilly frowned. "At this rate, I won't be able to fit in my wedding dress!"
Willy looked over at her and frowned as well. "I'm sorry; I couldn't understand that because you were mumbling."
"You're so juvenile!" Lilly said, stomping her foot like a child and walking out of the room. She almost ran into Libby, but running into her was out of the question because Libby threw herself at her mother's feet and hugged her legs.
"I love you, Mommy," she said, flashing her two-year-old smile.
Lilly looked down at Libby and sighed, giving up. She might as well wait until the twins were born. Fighting with Willy seemed almost unfair to Libby.