"We have to tell them Beej." Lydia said the next morning when they were laying in bed together.
"Do I have to be there?" He asked cringing at the thought of what would happen.
"Yes, I need you there. I'm not really sure what they are going to say, but we are in this together." Beetlejuice looked into her deep blue eyes and sighed. She needed him and he would rather die again than disappoint his Babes. He smiled and held her chin in his hand giving her a small kiss.
"Anything for you Babes." He just held her until they had to return to the real world before Delia blew another gasket.
Lydia dressed in a simple black vest shirt and black pencil skirt with the faintest pinstripe racing up it.
"Geez Lyds we're so perfect we even dress the same." Beetlejuice said floating above her in her room.
"Not quite BJ, but close." She said as she slid her black sling back pumps on. "Ready?" She was nervous and her stomach was telling her so. It took her twice the amount of time to get dressed because she had to keep running to the bathroom.
"Morning sickness, you gotta hate it." Beetlejuice mumbled when she returned to the room, a slight tinge of green around her face.
"Don't remind me and if we are so perfect, how come you are having sympathy pains for me?" She questioned, raising an eyebrow.
"I was really sick around the end of October Babes, but I juiced myself." He said lazily.
"Then juice me, I don't think I can take this much longer."
"I can't Babes, it might not be good for the baby. I don't know what will happen so until then you just gotta go with the flow."
"Yeah, right to the bathroom." She mumbled underneath her breath. Beetlejuice heard her and chuckled.
"Pretty much, it should pass soon Babes." He said, rubbing her arms. She sighed and leaned into him.
"Sorry Babes, but you can't get comfortable. It's Showtime." He said and poofed himself out of her bedroom. Lydia walked down the stairs to meet her parents.
"There you are Lydia dear. When is your friend arriving?" Delia asked.
"He should be arriving any time now." Lydia said just before the doorbell rang. "That should be him." Lydia said heading for the door. Delia beat her too it and opened it to Mr. Beetleman.
"Mr. Beetleman? We haven't seen you since last September. It was like you just disappeared." Delia said confused as to why their handy man would be Lydia's guest.
"I had um...family problems to take care of." Beetlejuice mumbled. He walked in and sat next to Lydia.
"Well I think dinner is almost ready. Lydia, why don't you help me in the kitchen." Delia said pulling Lydia away.
"What is going on Lydia?" Delia hissed as she took out the turkey to baste it.
"What do you mean?" Lydia asked watching Delia work.
"Why is Mr. Beetleman here?" Delia asked. Lydia knew that if she lied to Delia now it would just be worse for her later on.
"There is something that I need to talk with you and Daddy and it involves Mr. Beetleman." Lydia said. Delia raised her eyebrow, but didn't say anything and continued to baste the already dried out bird.
Lydia walked back into the living room to find her father and Beetlejuice standing in front of the fireplace. Beetlejuice looked so sexy in his suit. It was a toned down version of his normal suit, he'd taken a cue from Lydia and the stripes on his suit were reduced to a large pinstripe. His shirt and tie were tone on tone black. She wanted more than anything to give him a kiss, but with her father right there she would have to wait.
"Hi Pumpkin. Is everything all right in the kitchen?" Charles asked handing Lydia a mug of hot chocolate.
"As all right as it ever is." She said taking a sip. Charles sighed and nodded.
By the time they'd sat down for dinner Lydia was already starting to get worn out. Beetlejuice grabbed her hand underneath the table and held it when Charles began to carve the turkey.
"When are we going to tell them?" He whispered out of the corner of his mouth.
"After dinner, I promise." She whispered back.
The dinner conversation was forced and uncomfortable. Lydia was nervous and awkward around her parents. Beetlejuice kept squeezing her hand, reassuring her as they tried to eat the meal Delia created.
"Let's go into the living room and open up presents." Delia said as they all finished the last bites on their plates. Beetlejuice helped Lydia up and they walked into the room while Charles helped Delia clean up.
"This is it Babes, no going back now." He said and smiled at her. Lydia nodded and sat down. Delia and Charles walked into the room ready to break into the shiny wrapped boxes that were underneath the decorated tree.
"Before we start there is something that we need to tell you." Lydia said and felt Beetlejuice's hand on her shoulder, giving her strength.
"We?" Charles asked and looked from his daughter to the handyman that he'd hired over the years. Something wasn't right about this and he noticed the man's hand on his daughter's frail shoulder.
"Yes, I, uh, we're in love Dad, Delia." Lydia said, her eyes darting back and forth to their blank faces.
"He must be twice your age Lydia." Delia said sinking into the chair to stare at them.
"Something like that." She said and smiled.
"How long has this been going on?" Charles asked. Lydia had never seen her father show much emotion and she was shocked when he started turning pink from anger.
"Not long Dad, we've only been seeing each other after I graduated. There's more though." Lydia had to push herself to tell her parents. She looked at Beetlejuice and only continued when he nodded. "Mr. Beetleman is not his real name and he is not living."
"What do you mean it's not his real...What did you say?" Delia started. "Not living?"
"He's a ghost, over six hundred years old." Beetlejuice smiled at their slack jaws and transformed into his regular suit.
"That's right folks, I'm the ghost with the most. You might also recognize me as," He transformed into Betty Juice, Lydia's school friend then cousin BJ. Delia and Charles could only stare as he went from the unusual girl to the annoying boy.
"Wait a minute, you said you're in love with this, this thing?" Delia asked.
"Yes, very much in love and there's more." Lydia said.
"More?" Charles said weakly, he wasn't sure he could take much more.
"I'm pregnant." Lydia finally got to the most important fact. Delia and Charles looked at each other then back at Lydia and Beetlejuice. Delia burst out laughing.
"Pregnant? No, you can't be, especially if its with this...this...thing." Lydia and Beetlejuice just stared at them until Delia stopped laughing. Lydia placed a hand on her stomach feeling queasy.
"You're not kidding are you." Charles asked quietly. Lydia shook her head and gave him a half of a smile.
"You should be grandparents by late June."
"What are you going to do?" Delia asked, the seriousness of the situation setting in.
"I'm not going back to college."
"You can't stay here. What will everyone say when they find out that you are pregnant. We definitely can't tell them that it's by a ghost no less. No Lydia, you will not stay here." Delia said.
"I don't think we need to,"
"No Charles, I will not have that slut of a girl in my house. She's been sneaking around behind our backs and I will not be responsible for her consequences." She cut Charles off. Lydia watched her father as he was defeated. She sighed and got up. She wasn't sure what was going to happen so it really didn't come as much of a shock.
"Come on Beej, we won't bother them any longer." She said holding out her hand for him. He glared at them as he went to take her hand.
"I'll let you know when the baby is born." She told her father and smiled. They walked back upstairs.
"What a bitch." Was all Beetlejuice could say. Lydia just shook her head and gave him a kiss.
"Delia is all about a certain image. I've never been able to fill that image for her and so this," She said placing a hand on her stomach. "Was the final straw for her." Lydia gathered her clothes and placed them in a suitcase. "Let's go to the Neitherworld. I don't need this place anymore." She said. Beetlejuice took her suitcase and held out his other hand for her.
"Come on Babes, the Neitherworld beacons." She smiled and held onto his hand as they left the real world.