A different kind of Prize (Willy Wonka x Reader (Gene Wilder version))

(A/N: while I was supposed to be resting last night because I was feeling unwell, I did some imagining and thought of this. Enjoy.)

Twins are a year and four months old:
(Y/N)'s POV:

Willy has been spending more time with the kids lately. He wanted to give me a bit of a break since I'm the one kinda struggling with them all the time. I'm fine with it because Willy has a factory to run with Charlie. Charlie is getting older and he's almost old enough to officially take over but, at the moment, Charlie is in charge. Willy came into the bedroom after putting the twins to bed and practically fell onto the bed. He wasn't even in his nightwear.

"Twins giving you trouble?" I asked.

He gave me a side look, "Imma take that as a yes."

"Now I know how you felt every day," he said rubbing his eyes.

"You're taking full responsibility of them when we should each be taking responsibility of them," I told him.

"I felt bad that you did all the work while I just stayed in my office with Charlie and never helped you."

"That doesn't mean you need to do everything."

"Let's just get some sleep before Logan wakes us up at three in the morning."

I shook my head and rolled my eyes. He put his nightwear on and joined me in bed, cuddling up to me and instantly falling asleep. The next day, at lunchtime, Willy was trying to feed the twins but was struggling. I offered to help with Lily or Logan but he told me that he would handle it. Logan wanted to take the spoon and try feed himself so Willy let him do that only to get baby food flicked in his face. I laughed with the rest of the Bucket family while Willy gave a poker face. Logan laughed too.

"Right, your turn," Willy said putting the baby spoon down and stood up.

I laughed, "given up already?"

"You make it look so easy," he said wiping his face.

"Because I've been doing it longer than you, that's why."

I sat with the twins and cleaned them up since they were covered in baby food and fed them properly with no mess. They finished and I started cleaning up.

"How do you keep them so clean?" Willy asked.

"You wipe the food off from around their faces with the spoon," I explained.

I took the spoon that Logan was playing with and started fussing since he wanted to continue playing with it. I found another one of his toys and he slightly calmed down. Lily then started crying so I went to take her out of her high chair and see what was the matter. I checked everything that could be bothering her and Willy did the same with Logan when he started. They needed a nap. Before putting them in their cots, we calmed down their crying fits the best we could and put them in the cot. Lily called out to me when we went to leave. We stood there in shock. That was her first word. They were having trouble learning, especially when Willy decided to speak a different language or straight gibberish, so Lily saying 'Mama' was like a miracle. Logan caught up with speaking not long after. His first word was 'no'. This will be fun.

(Time skip: Halloween)
The twins are now four years old

Logan and Lily really wanted to go Trick-or-treating this year and I agreed but Willy was hesitant for a while before agreeing. Logan and Willy soon begged if they could choose Lily and I's costume and we reluctantly said yes. Since this agreement, Willy has been growing a moustache which looks weird on him because I've never seen him with facial hair.

Halloween night came and the boys gave us our costumes. Mine looked like everyday wear while Lily was in all black with a hood and a hump. Did Logan really make his sister look like Igor? I mean, there have been times they don't get along but I think this is a little mean.

We waited for the boys at the entrance of the factory only to be surprised by them in a top hat, white tie and tails on the platform where the contract would be when we first met. Logan's face was literally blue though with stitches on the sides of his head. What's the theme here? Music suddenly started playing and Willy started to sing.

'If you're blue and you don't know where to go to, why don't you go where fashion sits?' Willy pointed down to Logan.

Logan attempted to click his fingers and mumbled, "Puttin' on the Ritz!"

'Different types of wear all day coat pants with stripes and cutaway coats for perfect fits.'

Logan jumped and once again mumbled, "Puttin' on the Ritz!"

'Dressed up like a million-dollar trooper. Trying mighty hard to look like Gary Cooper.'

"Super-duper!"

'Come lets mix where Rockerfellers walk with sticks or umbrellas in their mits.'

"Puttin' on the Ritz!"

Willy mouthed to us 'I love him' and gently nudged Logan in the face and they started tap dancing. Oh! They're Fredrick Frankenstein and his monster from Young Frankenstein. Oh, so Lily is Igor and I'm Inga. Great concept. Their dance finished and I just smiled and shook my head at this.

"Young Frankenstein and his tap-dancing monster," I said.

"That's Fronkensteen," Willy corrected.

"It's Frankenstein," Lily told him.

"Aww, you ruined it!" Willy said with a sad look.

"Are we here to go trick-or-treating or are we here to watch your father and your brother perform 'Putting on the Ritz'?" I asked.

"Trick-or-treat!' The kids said in sync.

"Then let's go!"

We all left and they had the night of their lives. Especially Logan and Willy when the person at the door said Trick. They just performed Putting on the Ritz. Once the night ended, we went back to the factory and I attempted to take the face paint off Logan's face but Willy put so much on. We then put them to bed and we went to bed ourselves.

"Was that a nice surprise?" Willy asked.

"You are still such a geek," I replied.

"No, I'm a doctor."

"Are we gonna have an intellectual discussion now or something?"

"We can if you want."

"Yeah, no. Let's go to sleep."

"Fine."

"And shave that moustache off. It doesn't really suit you."

He just chuckled and went to get ready for bed. And he shaved.

(A/N: how could I resist a Young Frankenstein reference? Hope you enjoyed. Imma go rest because I'm not well.)