Disclaimer: I don't own anything except the idea for this story. Oh, and the Bucket baby!
A/n: Thanks so much for all your kind reviews! Hugs for all of you. Ordinarily, I don't reply to reviews in my stories, but this once I'm going to, because one of you reviewers came up with a great idea! Anyway…..
Katplwe: I hadn't thought of that! Great idea, though!
In case you're wondering what I was talking about, the above reviewer suggested I let you guys vote on whether or not the baby should be a boy or a girl. So, that is exactly what I'm going to do! Simply tell me your vote when you review. Oh, and feel free to suggest names as well, if you so desire!
As I've said before, I love reviews, so please keep 'em coming! And, of course, you know what I'll do with flames! Anyway, sorry about the long author's note. On with the story!
Chapter 3: Baby Talk and Blushing Chocolatiers
The next day, Charlie and Willy decided to have a "brainstorming meeting" (which they did quite frequently). They always held the meetings in Willy's office so that they could have privacy. When Charlie reached Willy's office, he found that his mentor wasn't there. He wasn't surprised; it was very unusual for Willy NOT to be late! So, he sat down on Willy's desk chair and made himself comfortable.
As soon as Charlie sat down, he noticed a large photo album in front of him. It was open, displaying a picture of a baby. The baby was wrapped in a pale blue blanket, so Charlie assumed it was a little boy. The baby's hair was chocolate brown and his skin was quite pale. His eyes were closed and he was sucking his thumb. "AW!" crooned Charlie. There was something oddly familiar about the baby in the picture, but Charlie couldn't quite figure it out. Then, suddenly, he caught sight of something he hadn't noticed before. The blanket was embroidered with an initial, the letter W.
Charlie gasped. "Mr. Wonka?" he breathed. "You little snoop!" said a voice. Charlie screamed and jumped a mile. He very nearly fell off the chair in the process! Then, he heard a very familiar girlish giggle. "Willy, don't scare me like that!" Charlie exclaimed. "Serves you right, you little booger!" Willy replied before giggling again. Charlie could tell that Willy wasn't really mad at him (not that the Chocolatier got mad very often, anyway). "That's you, isn't it?" Charlie asked, indicating the picture. Willy turned bright red. "You're mumbling!" he said.
"Willy, what do you have against babies anyway?" Charlie asked. "I told you before, they're gross!" said Willy. "Willy…." Charlie began. "Why does your mother have to be…what's it called?" Willy asked. Charlie couldn't help but giggle. "Pregnant, Willy, my mother is pregnant," he said. "I wish she weren't!" Willy moaned. Charlie had to remind himself that the Chocolatier was simply grossed out by babies, and wasn't trying to be mean.
"I know, but she is. Trust me, Willy, everything will be fine," said Charlie. "No it won't! It'll be a disaster!" cried Willy. "Honestly, Willy! It's not like we're asking you to change diapers or anything!" exclaimed Charlie. Willy turned green. The very idea made him want to throw up! "EW! Charlie, that's DISGUSTING!" he cried. "Don't worry, Willy. You've got nine months to prepare," said Charlie. "Lucky me!" groaned Willy.
A/n: Sorry this chapter is so short. The next one will be longer, I promise!
Chapter 4 preview: Willy is the victim of one of Mrs. Bucket's mood swings!