Mystik Genie- I hope I can make this into a book! That would be AWESOME!
Phantom's Ange- A sequel you say? Well . . . read on to find out if there is going to be a sequel! MWAHAHAHAHA!!!
Jack's Sally- YES . . . I rock!
vanillasyrup- YES . . . finally someone agrees that sex is the best way to get back together! lol I just couldn't end the whole story without one tini-tiny sex scene towards the end. And I'm glad it worked!
Fala Delacroix- I MISS YOU TOO! I WANT MY BELOCHKA! (coughs) Ow . . . that hurt!
SaintFan- (giggles) You and your Dude make me laugh. No cliffy in this one . . . but it is really long.
peachy-pebbles- No pouting! There must be smiling! (grins)
Andi- Yes . . . that's the problem with sequels. You need a better plot than the one before! But you shall find out what I decided at the end of this last chappie!
PoisonPenAndInk- Hehe! Yipe indeed. And hurry up and read and review! You'll take like a day to finish your review! lol
A/n: Okay . . . this chappie is the biggest of them all. Over 4,000 words! Whew! Now you see why it took a while! And I decided to update during my spring break! WOOT! So far it's been nothing but drinking bloody mary's . . . (shifts eyes) A for the sequel . . . I've already told most of you, but I'll repeat . . . READ THE WHOLE DAMN THING! It will be revealed at the end. So . . . enjoy! (sips)
Chapter 52: Believe
Today is the day! I've waited a lifetime for this day. It's been two and a half months since Willy and I announced our engagement. I just couldn't be happier!
I'm still in bed, taking in this special moment. Outside the town is covered with crystal white snow. Another thing that makes this wedding day special is the particular day we chose our ceremony to be on . . . Christmas!
This is the best Christmas gift I've ever received!
The more I thought about it, the more I began to feel nervous. I mean, I love Willy with all the sinews of my heart . . . But I'm also about to make an important decision that could change my whole life! But I'm sure of this man . . . He loves me, I thought to calm myself. I guess I'm so excited about marrying Willy that the anxiousness is just caused by stress . . . I hope.
I look over thinking that Willy was still asleep beside me. I see an empty cold space on my bed. It is then that I remember that I'm in my old room across from Willy's bedroom. It is bad luck to see the bride before the wedding!
I laugh lightly as I get out of bed. Looking outside I see the town is still covered in powdery snow and it also happens to be snowing! Little icy snowflakes are falling like a curtain after a show. It's just perfect for today because the ceremony will be on the rooftop! I told Willy it would be cold . . . But he said to trust him.
A knock at the door disturbs my thoughts. I walk to the door and answer it. It's Arlene, Emmy, Titania, Letta, and Ewan. "Hello bride to be!" Ewan says sweetly. I smile in return. "Hello . . . May I ask why all of you are at my door? I was expecting Ewan, but not the rest of you!"
"We're here to escort you," Arlene says excitedly.
"Escort me?" I asked confused.
"To your dressing room, of course! And I asked these lovely ladies to help me helping you get ready!" Ewan explained briskly.
"And where might this dressing room be?"
"We're using the library. It's the only room I could find that had enough space to hold us and all the supplies to make you the most beautiful bride this world has ever seen!"
"Aww, Ewan . . ." I said as I felt my cheeks grow rosy pink.
"Oh, stop your blushing and c'mon!" Titania says as she takes my hand.
So, we all walk to the elevator and squeeze in. The elevator takes off and it seemed like only a split second until we arrive at the library. As we enter the wonderful room everyone's alive with conversation. Ewan's talking about how he's going to do my hair and make-up. Letta on the other hand was congratulating me on getting my dream job.
Ah yes . . . It turns out while I was with Roland the talent agents called Letta. They loved my performance and wanted me to come to London some time to try out for a musical! Letta knew how much I wanted this, so she told them I would think about it. So as soon as I heard I called and took the job! I'll be going to London right after my honeymoon!
"Okay! Everyone is ready except for the bride! So . . . Let's get you gorgeous, darling," Ewan says as he sets up to fix my hair and make-up. We decided to make my hair wavy. And to ass a little sparkle Ewan puts little diamond hair clips all over my hair. It was like my hair was the black sky sprinkled with stars. Ewan put red lipstick on my lips and light blue eye shadow on my eyelids.
"Blue? Won't that clash with your white wedding dress?" Titania asked curiously.
"Titania . . . I'm about to become Mrs. Wonka . . . The color white is not in Willy's vocabulary!"
"So you have a blue dress?"
"Sort of . . ." I said as a slight smile formed on my face.
"At least it's not maroon!" Arlene says before she chuckles.
In truth, my wedding dress is both blue and white . . . If you count the stripped part. The blue strapless dress was held in place by a blue and white stripped corset with laces in front. The bottom part of the dress forms a triangle, so you can see the second part of the dress that matches the corset. It's the perfect wedding dress for a unique wedding!
After the dress is on me, Ewan makes a few adjustments (like giving me a little cleavage) and places a crown of matching blue flowers with a white veil across my face. I look at myself in a mirror. I'm beautiful . . .
"You're the most stunning bride I've ever seen, Bianca," Arlene said as she gazed at my reflection. I smile and embrace my older sister, who is also my bride's maid. I feel a tugging of my dress and look down to see Emmy. She's wearing a matching all blue dress. "I'll throw extra flowers for you," she says as she holds out her basket filled with white rose petals. I giggle and give her a big hug.
"Well, now that the bride is ready and ravishing, it's time to see how the lucky husband is doing!"
"Okay, Ewan . . . I'll see you later in the ceremony," I answer back as I kiss Ewan's cheek. Along with him everyone else leaves to see if everything's in order. I'm grateful for this because it gives me time to think about the wedding only an hour away. I'm so excited that I'm getting married. I know for sure Willy is the right man . . . After all the crap we went through together we have to be destined for each other!
A soft knock echoes throughout the library. Hmm . . . I wonder who that could be. "Hello?" I say softly. "Who is it?"
"It's me, Bianca," a startled voice answers. The voice belongs to Willy on the other side of the door. "Willy?" I ask as I rush to the door. I lean my ear against the door to hear him better.
"Yes, my starshine . . . It's me."
"Willy! You know its bad luck to see the bride before the wedding!"
"I know . . . I just wanted to talk to you . . . Hear your voice before the ceremony . . . I'm just so befuddled!"
"Befuddled?"
"Yeah . . . Are you just as nervous as I am?"
I smile to myself. "Incredibly nervous."
"Glad I'm not the only one."
We both chuckle. This somehow calms me, knowing that Willy and I feel the same about the wedding. It seems to calm Willy down too. He begins to talk about his newest line of candy. When Willy talks about candy he's at his most sane place . . . Or should it be insane? I stifle my laughter at my own thoughts. Then I remember Ewan going to help Willy dress.
"Willy . . . Aren't you ready yet?"
"Actually . . . No."
"Willy! You need to go now! Ewan must be going crazy!"
"Okay . . . I would kiss you goodbye, but . . ."
"Yeah . . . How about this?"
I gently turn the door knob and crack the door slightly. I let my hand snake through the crack. My hand searches wildly for Willy, but I can't seem to find him. Then I make contact with what feels like his shoulder. I reach up and stroke Willy's soft cheek. I feel him relax completely. In return, he grabs my hand and kisses my knuckles with his luscious lips.
"I'll see you soon, starshine," he says sweetly.
"Goodbye for now, Willy," I said as we both part ways.
I take a deep breath as I lean against the library door. Talking to Bianca helped a little bit, but I still feel super nervous. Calm down, Willy . . . She's just as nervous as you are. Be a man! I listen to my mind by straightening my posture and walking to the elevator. But about halfway there a sickly sensation tingled at the bottom of my stomach.
You're such a gummy bear.
"Shut up!" I snap back.
Before the sickly sensation could make me throw up I rush to the elevator and arrive at my bedroom door vomit free. I open the door to find Noah, Grandpa Joe, and my father right where I left them. Joining them is Ewan. He's tapping his foot impatiently.
"Where have you been? And why are you not dressed?" he asked a little annoyed.
"I was just . . . Taking a walk?" I said with a little smile. Ewan just rolled his eyes. "You look like you're about to crack, Wonka. Now c'mon! Let's get you into your tux!"
I give a nervous giggle and walk over to get decked out for the ceremony. My tux is a classic black tux with a gray vest and stark white shirt. A black and gray stripped cravat wrapped around my neck and polished black shoes shined as I peered down at them. Black rubber gloves covered my hands. I even had a matching cane. It was black with a pure white orb on top.
"Add the finishing touch . . ." Ewan murmured as he placed a black top hat with a white ribbon around the base on top of my head. "There! Now you're the perfect dashing husband!"
"You actually do look spiffy, Willy," Noah said as he looked at me with a grin on his face. "Really? I look okay?" I asked nervously.
"Of course! Don't sweat it, Willy. You'll do just fine! This is going to be the greatest day of your life."
"Thanks, Noah."
"Okay! Now that the happy couple is ready, let's get to out places on the rooftop!" Ewan says cheerily. Everyone leaves my bedroom and goes to the Great Glass Elevator. That is, everyone except my father. "Willy, let's have a little chat, shall we?" he says firmly as he gestures me to leave before him. I do what I'm told and begin to walk down the hallway slowly to wait for the elevator to come back. Soon my father joined in beside me.
"So the big day has finally come . . . The day I get to see my son get married," he said proudly. A slight smile creeps up my lips. "Yeah . . . It seemed like this day would never come . . . But now that it has come I can't help to feel so happy."
"I'm glad to hear that. And I know how special Bianca is to you. After all that you both have been through together . . . And separately . . . That just proves that you two really do belong with each other."
Tears began glaze over my eyes, but I held them back. It's all thanks to you though. If you hadn't left that message on the wedding invitation . . ."
"I was hoping that would do the trick."
We both shared a hardy laugh. Father placed his hand on my shoulder. "I would also like to say that I'm glad that our relationship is restored. I wouldn't want to miss this day for the world."
My heart began to float as I realized how close Father and I have become. I finally see that if Father wasn't here now I would've felt half empty on this very glorious day. Father seems to see the benevolent expression on my face as he gives a light-hearted smile. I pull him gently into my embrace, hugging him firmly. This was the first real hug I gave to my father without feeling awkward.
"I love you, Dad."
"I love you too, Willy."
"Why aren't you guys in your places?"
Our embrace is broken by a distant voice. We see that it's Charlie near the end of the hallway. He's wearing an identical tux. He is my best man after all . . . ! "The wedding starts in only five minutes!"
"Oh, great chocolate gods! We'd better hurry!" I say as I push the button to call the elevator down. We all climb into the elevator and whiz throughout the factory until we arrive on my rooftop. Normally, it would be too cold to hold a wedding ceremony on the rooftop. But I've built a glass bubble over my roof so we could enjoy this snowy Christmas day with heat! I got the idea while playing this game called Trouble with Bianca.
I took my place in front of the alter at the end of the aisle. I gaze at the numerous pews in front of me. On one side, Bianca's friends and family sat as they waited for the ceremony to begin. On the other side, the whole Oompa Loompa tribe sat as they waited while they chuckled uncontrollably. I roll my eyes discreetly. Damn those espresso beans they demand with the cocoa beans!
My legs feel like molten Laffy Taffy. I can't stand waiting any longer! Pachobel's Canon plays while everyone in the ceremony walks down the aisle. This only makes me more anxious to see my lovely bride. Then the music stops and Moonlight Sonata begins to resonate around the room. The doors at the end of the aisle reveal Grandpa Joe escorting Bianca in her beautiful wedding dress.
While Bianca walked down the aisle, gazing down upon me, I couldn't help to feel so many things at once. I feel happy, excited, nervous, and relieved. For a while, I thought this day would never come. So as I stand here I realize that this is the moment I've been waiting for all my life. It's more exciting than tasting my first chocolate!
Bianca and her father finally come to the end of the aisle. A veil covered her face, but I can still detect the slight smile on her face. This makes me smile in return as the pastor speaks.
"And who gives this bride away?"
"I do," Grandpa Joe replies. He places Bianca's hand in my rubber-clad one. Bianca steps up to stand beside me. We both make eye contact, holding each other's gaze for a short while. I can see it in her eyes that she's feeling exactly what I'm feeling. We feel sure that we're making the right choice . . . So, we turn out gaze to the pastor, and the ceremony begins.
"Dearly beloved, we are gathered here today to join this amazing chocolatier and this woman in marriage . . ."
"By the power invested in me, I now pronounce you husband and wife . . . You may kiss the bride."
I can't help to smile as Willy lifts my veil up over my head. That toothy grin is plastered on his face. Our heads come together and he pressed his lips on mine. I respond back instantly by wrapping my arms around his neck. Willy suddenly dips me while our lips are still connected.
As Willy lifts me back up music begins to play and our guests stand up. Willy holds my hand as we walk up the aisle, our family joining in behind us. We giggle as soon as we exit the roof. Willy pulls me into another kiss.
"We did it!" he mutters excitedly.
"Finally!" Arlene says behind me.
I playfully hit her as she passes by. We all go down to the library for some lovely pictures as newly weds. After an hour of posing in front of a camera, we all take the glass elevator to the Chocolate Room where the reception is being held. The room was made up with a few tables for lunch and a dance floor near the chocolate river for some dancing afterwards.
A round of applause greets us as we enter the Chocolate Room. Willy and I smile and walk to our designated seats in the middle of a long table. We began to feast on a lovely pig the Oompa Loompas prepared for us. After our main course, we go over to our cake. Our cake has three layers and the icing is maroon. On top of the cake is a look-a-like of Willy in his maroon coat and a beautiful bride with a matching dress.
Willy makes the first slice and feeds me a piece of cake. I take the knife and cut another piece and feed it to him. Everyone claps and laughs and has dessert. After our lovely dessert, Arlene clinks her fork against her wine glass. Everyone becomes silent and gives their attention to her.
"I would like to propose a toast . . . To Willy and Bianca. Our whole family has been waiting for this day to come . . . And now that is has . . . We all would like to wish you many years of happiness."
Everyone raises their glasses and say, "To many years of happiness!" and take a sip of their sparkling grape juice. "Thank you, Arlene," Willy says as he stands up. "Now that we've all eaten, it's time to boogie down!" Willy said as he made his way to the dance floor.
"But first," I said as I grabbed Willy's arm, stopping him from getting down to dance. "We are going to sing a song we hold dearly to our hearts."
Everyone whispers at the surprise we have for them. Willy offers his arms as we walk to the center of the dance floor. All of our guests circled around us as the music starts. Then Willy and I begin to sing, blending my mezzo soprano voice with Willy's deep tenor voice:
Like stepping on the air so blindly
I trust you will be there to find me
Like reaching through the blue
I place my faith in you
BIANCA
I do . . .
WILLY
I do . . .
BOTH
Believe . . .
BIANCA
These tender hearts of ours
May be endlessly naïve
WILLY
But we grow strong
If we believe . . .
BOTH
This fragile world of ours
Spins us off into the storm
Hold on to me
And I'll be warm . . .
WILLY
As roses bend through breeze, unbend me . . .
BIANCA
As the rose bends to the sun!
WILLY
And in the darkness, please defend me!
BIANCA
Two in love become as one!
BOTH
As waves lean on the sea,
My love come lean on me
I do believe in you . . .
After our song ends, everyone claps and whistles. We take a bow and nod to our DJ (who is one of the Oompa Loompas) to start the music. A dance beat plays and we begin to boogie down! The lights dim and a disco ball drops from the ceiling to set the mood. Everyone lets loose and joins Willy and I on the dance floor. Every now and then a slow song would play, and Willy would waltz around the floor with me. But mostly dance music played and we danced the day away! I can't count how many times we did the Time Warp!
A slow song comes on next. Before Willy takes my hand I spot Dr. Wonka walking towards us. "I hope you don't mind if I cut in, Willy? It would be an honor to dance with the bride."
"Oh no! Not at all! I'll just dance with Emmy!"
"Willy! She's too short to waltz!"
"I'll just hold her in my arms and swing her around. She won't know the difference!"
I giggle and let Willy go off to dance with my daughter. Dr. Wonka takes my hand and leads me into a foxtrot. "My goodness, Dr. Wonka . . . I didn't know you could foxtrot!"
Dr. Wonka gives a light-hearted chuckle. "Where do you think Willy gets his dance moves from? The Oompa Loompas?"
We continue to dance for a while in silence. Then Dr. Wonka clears his throat. I give him my attention as he begins to talk. "Well, first I would like for you to call me by my first name. We're family now."
"Okay . . . Wilbur."
"And I just have to say . . . Thank you."
"Why are you thanking me?"
"This is the only time I've seen my son truly happy. And after all these long years I find myself also happy to see Willy so excited. For that . . . I must thank you, Bianca."
My heart felt weightless. I contained my tears of joy and muttered softly, "Your welcome, Wilbur." We smile at each other and continue to dance until the music stopped. Wilbur kisses my knuckle gently and thanks me for the dance. Everyone claps and circles around Willy and I.
"It's time to throw the bouquet!" Arlene announced. All the lady guests that weren't married moved into a big group behind me. Willy hands me my bouquet of campanulas. I turn my back on the group of girls and ready myself. "Is everyone ready?" I call out.
"Of course!" Ewan yells back.
"Ewan! What are you doing?"
"I'm a singe gay man! That's equivalent to a single lady! Now throw the damn bouquet!"
Everyone laughs and braces themselves for the bouquet. I fling it as high as I could over my head. All the ladies run for it, but in the end Titania caught the bundle of flowers.
"Yes! I'm next to get hitched!" she screamed happily.
"Aww . . . No fair!" Ewan mutters.
"Now for the garter!" Arlene says. All the guys that weren't married gathered around. Willy kneels down as I lift my dress a little bit. All the guys hoop and holler at the sight of my leg. Willy's cheeks turn light pink. I giggle and encourage him to take off the lacey garter. He slips it off my leg and takes aim at the group of guys. He flings it, and out of all the people to catch it . . . I wasn't expecting this one to get it!
"Dad!" Willy says excitedly.
Wilbur looks at the garter with wide eyes and shrugs his shoulders. "I guess I'm next, huh?" he says surprised. Willy chuckles and gives his dad a hardy hug. Then all of our guests circle around us as Willy grabs his cane and top hat and begins to speak.
"We want to thank everyone for coming on this special Christmas day! You've given us the best Christmas gift by coming to our wedding. Now . . . If everyone could escort us out we can end the reception and celebrate Christmas now!"
With that said Willy grabs my hand, and begins to run out of the Chocolate Room. Our guests chase after us while they throw rice. As we approach the Great Glass Elevator I see that it was decorated with maroon ribbon, balloons, and white paint that spelled out "JUST MARRIED" on the back.
"That paint better be washable!" Willy said as we stop running. Willy pushes the button, and the doors slide open. We duck under some ribbon and enter the glass elevator. Our guests crowd around the elevator and continue to throw rice and blow bubbles. Willy presses the button labeled "Up and Out". And as the elevator took off we waved bye. Our guests became smaller and smaller until they looked like ants.
The elevator finally shoots outside and begins to free fall. "Willy . . ." I said nervously. Willy only giggles and pushes a button. The elevator jerks and begins to levitate. It glides through the sky and snow, away from the factory until I can't see it anymore. It is then that I get curious about where we're going.
"Willy . . . Where exactly are we going?"
"To out honeymoon of course!"
"Well yes . . . But where is our honeymoon?"
Willy's toothy grin widened before he spoke. "Our honeymoon . . . Is in France!"
"France! Oh Willy!" I give him a big hug. Then I look out the glass elevator and become curious again. "Wait a minute . . . We're not flying to France in this are we?"
"Of course not! My private jet is waiting at the airport. One of the Oompa Loompas is also there to take the elevator back."
"Who's driving the jet?"
"An Oompa Loompa."
"And our luggage?"
"Already packed and on the jet!"
"What about the snow?"
"It isn't that bad! Don't fret, Bianca! It's our wedding day! There's nothing to worry about!"
"I'm not fretting! I'm just checking . . ."
Willy chuckles and pulls me into a light kiss. The Great Glass Elevator begins to lower as the airport comes into view. It lands gently on the ground. We're only a couple steps from Willy's private jet. His jet is of course maroon with his signature W on the side. Along with us an Oompa Loompa waits patiently. The doors slide open, and before I could take a step out Willy picks me up in his arms.
"Willy!"
"I don't want to get your wedding dress dirty!"
He signals the Oompa Loompa with a tip of his top hat and carries me up the stairs into his jet. The interior is light brown with matching seats. A table was set up with a bottle of champagne and two empty glasses in front of a couch.
"We should be taking off in five minutes," Willy informs me as he lets me down on my feet. He leads me towards the couch, and pours us some champagne. After a few sips Willy begins to nibble on the skin below my ear, making me giggle. "Willy! It's not our wedding night yet!"
"It's close enough! I just can't wait any longer to take off your dress . . ."
He continues to nibble on my neck, trailing down towards the front of my chest above my ample cleavage. As Willy enjoyed my flesh I couldn't help to dwell on my new name.
Bianca Rhiannon Wonka . . . Mrs. Wonka!
"Oh, Willy . . . I'm so ecstatic! I'm finally Mrs. Willy Wonka!" I lift his face level with mine and kiss him vigorously. Willy moans and pulls the kiss deeper, suckling on my bottom lip. His hands graze across my tummy, pressing his chest against mine. It is then I remember what I've found out recently while at the hospital, recovering from minor flesh wounds. I gently break the kiss and hold Willy's hands in my own.
"I have to tell you something that I haven't told anyone yet . . . I wanted to wait till the time was right."
By now tears have formed in my eyes. Willy furrowed his brow in worry. "What is it, starshine? You seem sad . . ."
"No! I'm just . . . So happy! I thought I could never have children, but . . ."
Willy's eyes grow wide. "Are you saying that . . . Are you . . . ?"
"I'm pregnant!"
Willy gives me the toothy grin. "So I'm going to be a dad!"
"Yes!"
"Oh wow!"
Willy pulls me into a hug. Tears fall down my cheeks. As we pull apart Willy wipes them away with his fingertips. A curious look gleamed in his eyes. "When did you find out about our child?"
"When the doctor was checking me over last week."
"And how long have you been pregnant?"
"Almost a month."
"Oh, great chocolate gods . . . I never thought I'd be a father."
"You will be a great father, Willy."
"And you . . . Are already a wonderful mother . . ."
All of the sudden, the jet begins to move. It aligns itself on the runway, and speeds up faster, and faster, and faster until it lifts off the ground and flies high in the sky. When the turbulence decreased Willy places his hand on my lower tummy, as if trying to feel the life growing inside me. I rest my forehead on Willy's and kiss his lips tenderly. Willy quickly responds by leaning on top of me until I was flat on my back, Willy's lips now ravishing my neck.
I just couldn't help to feel truly happy for the first time in my life. I'm married to the greatest chocolatier in the world . . . And he's not a bad man either! And I'm having his child . . . I just can't believe it!
As Willy came back up for a kiss I began to hum the song we sang at our reception. Soon Willy and I burst into song as we flew towards our future together. Our song really reflected what we feel about each other. And it has good advice a great man told me once while I was scared about the future . . .
If you really do believe . . . Anything can happen.
The End
A/n: YES! THERE IS GOING TO BE A SEQUEL! BUT . . . the sequel is not going to happen over night. I'm going to take a little break from fanfiction and continue writing a story I left for this one on Fictionpress. And while I'm working on that I'll be jotting down ideas and a little plot line for the sequel. So the sequel will come but not right now. I wasn't expecting to do a sequel . . . so it will take a while.
Oh! And the song they sing is called "Believe" which is from the musical "The Scarlet Pimpernel". Now you know why I titled this Believe . . . lol.
I would also like to thank all my reviewers! Any questions you have plz ask in a review or just private message me! I'll answer! And it would be lovely if you could share any ideas or opinions you have for the sequel! Thank you!