Both Charlotte and Willy stood, side by side, in the elevator on their way to her home. Silenced veiled them, but it was a tender silence that comforted them. Charlotte looked out to her right, feeling the heat radiating from Willy's body and the soft gaze he had on her. Willy's thought was clouded with nothing else but loving things about the woman in front of him. After the magical thing that happened to him, he needed to make sure it was a dream, and that it had happened. So, he had done it again.

"Charlotte?" Willy spoke out to her, breaking the faux concentration she had on the view outside.

Tingles ran down her spine after he called her name. She hasn't felt this real, this good, this much in love in her life. Her small hands trembled softly with excitement as she turned to him. "Yes, Willy?"

"Point out your home for me again." He asked her, reaching out for her hand, he softly took hold of it. He wanted nothing more but for her to stay with him. He was not more afraid than ever to let her go.

"It's right there. Try not to smash in through the roof this time." She laughed lightly, remembering the last time. A small frown then curled down on her lips.

Willy noticed and remembered the previous time he had came to her house. Now, that dread crept on him disgustingly. That fear grew even more and he gave her hand a squeeze, hoping she wouldn't change her mind. He longed to keep her forever with him. Not possessively, but lovingly. "Everything is going to be okay." He tried smiling for her. 'I hope.' He droned.

One, two, three, four minutes had passed as they finally landed outside her house. They stood silently in the elevator, Willy was waiting for the next move Charlotte would make. Just when he finally thought he had everything he ever waited for, he began frowning inside, his stomach churning, hoping she would still stay with him. "Are you ready, my dear?" He hoped the sweet name calling would comfort her, and when he felt a her hand tuck towards her a little, she nodded.

"Yes, I'm sure it will be." She looked over at him, and smiled. The smile that instantly shooed away those awful thoughts that turned up in his mind. "If I fall, I'm sure you'll be there to pick me up." She softly told him, referring to breaking in the news to her parents.

Walking out the elevator, soft shivers sped down Charlotte's body due to the mild, but cold breeze that mellowed outside. Stepping on the snow, past the make-shift fence, they now stood in front of her door. A soft intake of air, and reassurance from each other, Charlotte walked in and felt her cold face heat up just a bit from the warmth that was enclosed in her home. Parents and grandparents looked up with worried faces that soon broke into smiles, followed by confusion as she walked in clasping Willy's hand.

"Mum, dad." Charlotte brightly said. "Sorry for being home so late, had a bit of catching up to do." She bit down on her lower lip. Willy's stomach broke out with butterflies as he watched her, but had to shake those thoughts away and focus on her parents. Regrettably, he let go of the woman's hand to take his top hat off, and make his presence known by himself.

"Evening, Mr. and Mrs. Bucket." He nodded to each other them. "And Miss Bucket's grandparents." Acknowledging her whole family, he continued to speak. "I apologize for bringing your daughter home so late." Why did this make him feel like a younger man than he actually should be. As he looked down at Charlotte, she certainly made him feel much younger.

Mrs. Bucket was the first one to speak as she cleaned her hands off on her apron. "No, thank you, Mr. Wonka. We were a bit worried, but it was very nice of you." She smiled at the two of them. "We didn't know you were coming, or else we would've save a bowl of soup for you as well."

"Mum..." Charlotte broke in. She fidgeted in her place and slowly spoke. "Mum, I have something to tell you guys." She wrung her hands a bit and finished off softly. "I've accepted Willy's offer."

"You did what?" Grandpa George spoke up.

Charlotte looked up with wide eyes and stuttered a little before nodding. "Yes, yes. I did. I'm going to be Willy's heir."

"Isn't an heir suppose to be an offspring of your own?" Grandma Georgina asked him, in all sincerest. "Charlotte isn't your offspring, she can give them-"

"Grandma." Charlotte cut her off with an embarrassed tone. Her mind finished processing the train of thought that followed, her cheeks began growing pink in color as she slowly looked over at Willy. Her bottom lip was being bitten down as her eyes called out to him apologetically. He had lost his straight posture as he too, was thrown off by the comment Charlotte's grandmother had made.

Willy cleared his throat and looked over towards Mr. and Mrs. Bucket. "Do be aware that I did not pressure into making the decision."

"No, I'm sure you haven't Mr. Wonka." Mrs. Bucket looked over to him and then to Charlotte. "Dear, can we talk about this over here?" She beckoned her daughter over to the stove area. Her mother with questioning eyes.

Charlotte didn't feel the same shivers of delight when he mother had called her 'dear'. No, no one would ever say it the same way as he said it to her. Full of passion, full of sweetness, full of every feeling imaginable he had for her. Something in her had certainly stirred awake, making her change drastically in the inside. Realizing until this evening that she truly yearned for the man whose live was dedicated to nothing but candy. Now, that she's finally gotten her hold on her treat, she has no desire on letting the treat melt away.

"Excuse me." Charlotte whispered over to Willy before she walked across the room to meet with her parents.

Willy watched as she went. He fought back the urge to reach out and take hold of her arm, bringing her back around and into his arms. His arms would be her imprisonment for as long as they lived. He wanted to go and join her, and make sure her parents wouldn't deny her his presence in her life. He needed to be with her. She was now his life support and he would undeniably do anything to keep her happy by his side.

He gazed around, feeling out of place in the small cottage. But, here and there, he found little things that began to remind him of his childhood, the good things. This brought a sense of comfort, and realization that it too would be his second home.

"Charlotte, where would you live?" Mrs. Bucket asked.

"Now, now, Charlotte's a woman now, all grown up. I'm sure the decisions she's made is what she thinks best." Mr. Bucket rubbed on his wife's arm in a soothing manner.

Charlotte couldn't deny that her heart was breaking at this very moment. It pained to see her mother worry, and her father sad. It was something she always tried to not do. She didn't exactly think it was the best thing, it meant leaving her parents and grandparents without the extra help she brought around. But, on the other hand, it was the most amazing she's made in her life, due to the fact she was going to be the man she had fallen in love with.

"Mummy, I'll be living in the factory, with Willy." She tried smiling for her mother, but it came out stiff so she marked it off and dropped her eyes to the floor. "I'm sorry I didn't talk it over with you, but, I do feel it's for a good thing. It'll bring in more money to the house, and you won't have to worry about rowdy customers going into the shop, and because..." She trailed off at the end, taking a meaningful look towards Willy.

The Bucket's glanced his way too and Mrs. Bucket couldn't help but embrace her daughter. "Ooh Charlotte." She whispered into her daughter's ear. "He must mean a lot to you now." She brushed some of her daughter's curls away from her face to take a look at her. "I want you to be happy."

Charlotte looked into her mother's eyes and with all sincerity, whispered, "I'm in love with Willy Wonka." Just as the words tumbled out of her mouth, the butterflies in her stomach burst into huge fits of flutter as she looked over her shoulder and met the gaze of the man, whom stood quite well, in the home of her parents.

Willy would gaze over at Charlotte and her parents. His thoughts filled with so many questions. What are they talking about? What's going on? Why is Charlotte looking at me? Wait-Charlotte is looking at me! His violet eyes locked onto her eyes, and felt the weight on his shoulders lift off and away. Her smile brought such a sense of peace, it was unbelievable. There was no doubt in his mind, that this woman, has captured his heart. He's in love.

The Bucket's had reunited with Willy and before words can be spoken, an embrace between Charlotte and Willy marked the beginning of their new life together.

Willy had the approval of her parents to take her away, but Willy, doing whatever it took to care for her needs, brought in the whole family, and cottage, to live in the factory. Not so long after the family get together, did Willy had thought of the most amazing, delightful idea he ever created. While Charlotte was off scanning the rest of the factory, with the help of some Oompa Loompas, Willy had created a small, simple ring, with a light, shiny gem made out of the most delicious candy he's invented. He was all grins, with a skip in his step after Mrs. Bucket cried happily in Mr. Bucket's arms as Willy was off to look for his beloved.

Charlotte looked out from the bridge in front of the chocolate waterfall. She smiled, she was still breath-taken from the beautiful the factory provided. Her dream like stance was then broken by the soft caresses Willy's hand brought upon her arms.

"Charlotte?" Willy asked softly, his eyes looking at her so innocently.

"Willy." She spoke his name softly, full of passion and sweetness.

"Be my wife." He said as he slipped the ring onto his soft, fragile, milky finger. With all confidence, with all he could ever give, he stood, looking at her, hoping his message was well received.

"Of course!" Charlotte cried out as she embrace the chocolatier. Her soft laughter echoed through the factory in pure delight.

Months Later

Charlotte and Willy Wonka were wed in a small ceremony in front of the chocolate waterfall. That day was the happiest, delightful day Willy could never imagine having. He understood well what his purpose was now, and when Charlotte had broken the news about having his heir. A real heir. An offspring, nothing else mattered in the world but his beloved, and his child.

The End.

**thank you to all the faithful readers I received over the years! I'm so, so very sorry for the delay in the -last- chapter. I hope it treats you all to what you wanted. Hugs and kisses for without your reviews, I wouldn't have pushed myself to make it this far. Thank you all! 3