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Charlie and the chocolate factory

The reunion

Chapter
fifteen: Willy goes into labour

Both Charlie and Willy were two weeks away from their due date, as
was Violet. Mrs. Bucket had another month left to go before it was
her due date.

Things were tense, especially for Willy and Charlie, they were to
be the first men to ever go into labour and it was nothing short of
terrifying.

Willy and Charlie were constantly tiered; they were groggy and
snapped at the slightest thing. Even a few tears were shed. But most
of all, Willy revealed just how foul and violent tempered he could
truly be. Willy practically roared his voice for once surprisingly
less squeaky.

“GOD FUCKING DAM IT, I’M SICK AND TIERED OF HAVING
SWOLLEN FEET, I’M SICK OF NOT BEING ABLE TO SEE SAID FEET OVER
MY BLASTED OVER GROWN STOMACH. MY BLADDER AND KIDDNEYS HAVE BEEN
KICKED SO OFTEN I’VE LOST COUNT HOW MANY TIMES AFTER THE FIRST
TWO WEEKS AFTER THEY HAD FIRST STARTED. AND I CAN BEARLY FUCKING MOVE
WITHOUT WADDLING, FUCKING WADDLING I ASK YOU. I CAN’T EVEN WORK
IN MY OWN FACTORY FOR CHRIST SAKE.”

Dr Harrington and Charlie along with the other stared in awe at
the magnitude of Willy’s actual temper, as the man in question
lay back uncomfortably and glared murderously at the wall a head of
him, as he shook, silently seething.

Charlie grumbled “I fucking hate this. I am being made to
stay in mine and Willy’s rooms. The oompa-loompas have taken
over our factory. I feel useless lazy and revoltingly fat.

I’ve forgotten what it felt like to not have a killer back
ach. I’ve forgotten what my feet even looked like, especially
when they’re not swollen up to ridiculous and fucking dam right
painful proportions.”

Mrs. Bucket was about to reprimand both choclatier’s for
their foul language, but one look from each choclatier stopped her
dead.” She could tell it would not be wise; it would not be
wise in the least to mention such things at the current time.

Willy suddenly went rigid immediately letting out a pained filled
yelp; his hands quickly clutch his large rounded stomach. He eyed
Charlie with terror in his bright violet eyes.

Willy shook his head and said “they didn’t kick me
that time; I don’t know what that was all about. It felt like
someone just stabbed me in the lower half of my stomach.”

Jerrod raised an eyebrow “a stabbing sensation you say?”
Willy nodded and replied “yeah, usually when they kick me it
feels like a dual and irritating throb, this felt like I was being
stabbed.”

Jerrod frowned, he had feeling he knew what was happening, but he
needed to be sure. “Listen Willy, I’m going to stick
around for the next hour or so, let me know if you get that pain in
the lower half of your stomach again.”

Willy nodded and asked worriedly “you don’t think I
could be in labour do you?” Jerrod replied “it’s
difficult to say so early on. In order for me to tell weather you
have or haven’t actually gone into labour. You need to feel
that pain again within the next hour or so.

But I have a hunch that you might actually be in labour, we’ll
have to wait and see what happens within the next hour.” He
added “besides, this isn’t exactly what you’d call
you regular run of the mill pregnancy. With you being male you may
not go the full and exact nine months.”

So after half an hour of monitoring Willy, Willy let out a shout
of agony. Willy commented unhappily “that’s worse then
last time, a lot worse, now I’m feeling like I’m being
burned with white hot fire from the inside out.”

Jerrod smiled grimly and commented “well in that case, I
suggest you prepare your self for a night of labour, as you know the
surgeon can not perform a c section until you are fully dilated. The
next step is to wait for your waters to break.”

Willy looked horrified and stifled a whimper. Luckily for them
Jerrod was right on top of things he would call the surgeon near to
the time. Willy and Charlie had set up a room in the factory not far
from their sleeping quarters.

The surgeon, luckily for them was Jerrod’s oldest son, who
had already set up the room with all that he was going to need,
knowing Willy or Charlie could go into labour any day as they were
not the regular kind pregnancies they were dealing with.

Two and a half hours later Willy shouted in agony and grimaced as
his trousers and the bed under him became soaked. Willy breathed
deeply and eyed Jerrod with wide terrified eyes.

Jerrod commented “your waters just officially broke; you are
truly one hundred percent in labour Willy. Those babies are going to
be born either later tonight or early tomorrow morning weather you
like it or not, they want out.”

Willy grimaced and looked about ready pass out from genuine
terror. Charlie rubbed his back soothingly, not realising how soon he
would be finding out exactly how Willy was currently feeling.

So while Charlie took Willy into their own personal bathroom to
help him run a warm bath. Charlie put a changing of clothes a side
for Willy to change into after he got out of the bath.

A pair of boxers and his robe, seeing as he was going to be
extremely uncomfortable as it was, he didn’t need anymore added
discomfort.

The oompa-loompas changed and remade the bed, before taking the
soaked sheets and Willy soaked trousers and the rest of his clothes,
to the laundry room.

Inside the bathroom Willy commented “eight and a half months
has finally come to this. Either tonight or tomorrow morning you and
I are going to be parents.

I never wanted to be somebody’s parent, but now its
different, I’m still terrified, but I no longer feel violated
or freaked out over becoming a father.

I want to give these children the life I never had with my own
father, but without spoiling them in the process, I have no desire to
be a father to the likes of Veruca Salt.”

They stayed talking in the bathroom for a good half an hour, Willy
sitting in a bath of warm water; Jerrod had recommended it, while
Charlie sat on the toilet seat and kept Willy Company.

After Willy had gotten out of the large sunk in bath, Charlie
helped him to dry off, it was whilst he was getting ready to put on
his boxers and his robe, that another contraction hit him.

Willy let out a half scream and a gasp, as he clutched one hand
over his stomach and the other on Charlie’s shoulder for
balance. Charlie called out “we’ll be out in a few
minutes, Willy just had another contraction.”

Jerrod called through the door “well, it seems that the
contractions are just under an hour apart. This is happening quicker
then with a normal birth.

It seems the time is reduced with a male pregnancy. You should be
ready to go onto the operating table later on tonight, when and if
the contractions are on top of each other.”

Five minutes later Willy exited the bathroom dressed only in a
deep purple silk robe, with his black silk boxers underneath. Charlie
was a few steps behind him, clutching his hand to his lower spine.

Sitting on that toilet for over half an hour had not been a good
thing or the wisest action, as far as his back was concerned. And boy
did his back protest, over the strain placed on it.

Half an hour later, Willy was struck yet again with another
contraction worst then the previous. The contracts were now every
thirty minutes. He had been in labour for five hours so far and he
was suffering contraction after contraction every thirty minutes.

The longer Charlie observed his lover enduring contractions, the
more his fear over going in labour grew, Violet was faring no better,
and she couldn’t see what was happening, only hear it.

An hour later Willy reached his sixth hour of labour and screamed
his scream could be heard all the way down the hall. His contractions
were a mere twenty minutes apart.

Willy he hated, every single second so far. He was just relieved
that he would not have to endure pushing the babies out like Violet
and Mrs. Bucket would have to.

That would be even worse. He and Charlie and every other man had
gotten off easily as far as that aspect was concerned. He supposed
women did have it worse then men.

An hour later his contractions were at fifteen minutes apart. It
seemed his contractions would lessen by five minutes when every hour
passed.

Willy screamed and panted heavily. He could not wait for it to be
over and done with. He swore blue murder and promised Charlie that
they were never having sex again with Wonka and Bucket’s
delights in the mix.

What Willy and Charlie didn’t know about the product was
that once you digested the sweet you never had to take it again, if
you were a male, as the sweet would leave you with the permanent
ability too conceive.

Women on the other hand weren’t affected in that sense.
Seeing as women had the naturally ability to conceive to begin with.
If they had problems conceiving in the past, then they would have to
retake the mixture in order to get pregnant again.

They would later discover the sweet adapted to each gender. Women
would not need to the product, in less they were infertile. Men would
not need it, because said product would give them the naturally
ability to conceive like a woman does on a permanent basis.

At his seventh hour of labour Willy was really starting to feel
the burn, he was in one incredibly pissy mood. And he let Charlie
know it as well.

Charlie had replied “alright then, if you insist on blaming
me, then I’m certain you won’t begrudge me the same
courtesy Wonka, when my time comes, will you?”

Willy had not replied and only scowled. He did not have an answer
for that, for mainly two reasons. One he could not come up with a
retort and two he was hit with a contraction as soon as Charlie had
delivered his own retort.

Willy at his ninth hour was really starting to panic when the
contractions were only two minutes apart. It was two thirty in the
morning and Charlie was exhausted, being pregnant did not help his
situation.

But still he remained at Willy’s side. He knew when his time
came that Willy would without a doubt be there right by his side as
well.

Less then twenty minutes later, the contractions were on top of
each other. Jerrod told them as Charlie used a cool and damp cloth to
wipe the sweat off of Willy’s face and fore head.

“It’s time for those little ones to come out, by this
time Violet and Mrs. Bucket will have to start pushing, but you two”
he gestured to both choclatier’s “will be going under the
surgeons knife, or at least you currently will be Willy.”

Willy visibly blanched, but he was also relieved, it meant it was
almost over. No more pain. No more cravings or back and ankle aches.
No more kicking or constantly peeing.

It in Willy’s opinion was going to be heaven as far as
carrying said babies and going into labour was concerned. Jerrod’s
son came down to the bed room, with a bed on wheels.

He then helped Willy onto the bed, and proceeded to push him down
the hall way and into the room that had been set up especially for
what was about to happen next. Charlie was allowed to stay, while
Jerrod and his son got to work on Willy.

Five minutes later Willy was put under a drug that would numb his
stomach completely, but not send him to sleep. Then Jerrod’s
son got to work. He cut a cross Willy’s stomach, enough for the
babies to come out of.

Five minutes later the sound of new born baby’s cries could
be heard. Charlie was stunned, as he watched Jerrod’s son
pulled the first of twins out of Willy’s stomach. He was far
too fascinated and stunned to be queasy and pass out.

Jerrod past the scissors to Charlie and told him where to cut the
cord. Charlie did as he was told, then he stepped back and allowed
Jerrod to take the screaming new born to be cleaned up. Jerrod
revealed “it is a girl, congratulations you two.”

Willy was amazed at sound of the baby’s cries. That was his
daughter, his and Charlie’s baby girl. It was hard to grasp
that was for sure. He and Charlie were parents, and that was only the
first of twins.

After another five minutes. Charlie and Willy were treated to the
sound of their other baby’s cries. Charlie for the final time
cut the cord, and allowed to Jerrod to take the baby to be cleaned
up.

Jerrod commented as he cleaned the baby up, “it is another
girl. You two are the fathers of twin’s daughters, and very
beautiful ones at that as well.” Willy and Charlie had tears in
their eyes as they smiled brightly.

Once both babies were clean and that they were healthy was
determined by Jerrod, Charlie was handed both of his daughters, he
cradle one in each arm, while Jerrod helped clean Willy up once his
son had finished stitching Willy up.

Once Willy was clean and stitched up, Charlie walked over to him
and gently placed both of their daughters in Willy’s arms, one
in each arm.

They were beautiful. Both choclatier’s were in awe. Both
babies were a spitting image of Charlie; they even had Charlie dark
brown hair.

But they had Willy’s mouth and cheek bones. The rest was
pure Charlie. And unknown to either Willy or Charlie, that in a few
weeks they would discover the girls both had Charlie’s deep
blue eyes.

Jerrod asked as Charlie gently kissed Willy “what do you
plan to name those beautiful little ones?” Willy and Charlie
looked at each other and smiled as they nodded.

Charlie replied “Amy Ella Wonka-Bucket.” Willy added
“and Emily Prudence Wonka-Bucket.” Jerrod and his son
nodded and smiled at their choices for the little female
Wonka-Bucket’s.
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