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If teenage Wednesday could see herself now?
She’d probably be disappointed or disgusted with her current life in adulthood. It was a lot different than what she thought it’d be all those years ago.
Sixteen year old Wednesday always thought she’d end up alone. She’d never marry anyone and she’d never even dare to have children of her own.
It was a waste of time in her eyes.
Everyone was bound to die one day so why get attached to other lost souls before inevitable departure?
And why the hell would she willingly have kids? All they did was drain one’s sanity and bank account.
But alas, she was in her late thirties and here she was, at work, like any other contributor to their shitty society that had a nine to five.
At home, she had a wife. She’d married her old roommate Enid Sinclair. Together, they had two children; a girl and a boy. A set of rambunctious twins.
Sunday Goody Addams and Fang Weems Addams.
Both were completely different despite being identical.
Sunday was the ringleader of the two, always getting them into trouble. Always in trouble herself. Fang, on the other hand, was gentle and painfully introverted.
If Sunday liked archery, Fang would like art. If she liked to fight, he’d enjoy peaceful negotiation instead. If Sunday liked to howl at the moon, Fang would prefer to go to bed at his normal bedtime.
You get the picture, moving on;
It was around noon or so on a Friday— thank God.
The office Wednesday sat in was a bit stuffy but she couldn’t bring herself to get up to open a window, for as soon as she did it’d get cold, for the town they lived in was always cloudy and gloomy outside.
How had she let Enid convince her to stay in Jericho?
Despite changing her lifestyle to a more “normal” standard, that didn’t mean she was anymore interested in technology. Even at work, she still used the same typewriter as she had all those years ago at Nevermore.
There Wednesday sat, not thinking about much aside from the notes she was supposed to be taking on the evidence displayed out in front of her on her desk.
She honestly just wanted to go home.
All thoughts were soon interrupted by a knock on her door. It was a knock that had three thumps. She knew exactly who it was before they even came in.
Eugene Otinger.
“Good afternoon, Detective Addams.”
It was weird to think that the nerdy boy she’d befriended all those years ago in an unpopular club was a man now. He had his own job and he paid his own taxes.
Still, in Wednesday’s eyes, he was helpless.
Wednesday looked up from her typing to glance at him in brief acknowledgment before looking back down at her work, continuing to type out her notes.
“What do you want?”
Eugene was used to Wednesday’s cold shoulder.
If people thought she was cold at school years ago, they should see her at work! She was a hardworking, full blown detective. She practically gave Sherlock Homes a run for his money with how successful she was at it.
At one point, she’d been elected to run as town sheriff but she refused to run— claiming such popularity would lead to corruption and other controversial decisions.
“You know me, I’m here to bring you your coffee.”
Wednesday hummed, still not looking at him.
Everyday, Eugene brought coffee in the afternoon. It was probably predictable but he didn’t work in the building she did, instead he worked across the street at a honey factory. On the weekends? He was a beekeeper.
Despite having entirely different careers, they stayed friends and always looked out for one another.
“Also, our wife is here looking for you.”
That’s when Wednesday finally looked up at him.
“My wife.” She corrected him. “I’ve told you countless times to refrain from calling her that, Otinger.”
Eugene chuckled, putting his hands up in a mock surrender after setting the black coffee on her desk.
“I know, I know..” He teased, “You make it too easy though, you know I’m only joking.”
“Keep it up and your days are numbered, bee boy.”
It was no secret Eugene had crushed on the she-wolf durning their days at Nevermore but since Wednesday had ironically been the one to marry her, he couldn’t help but tease Wednesday about from time to time.
As if on cue, the door flew open again and in came the blonde in question looking stressed and frazzled as usual.
Wednesday was used to her wife popping in some days durning her lunch break to say hello but she never really did that on a Friday and that aside— it was far too late in the afternoon for her wife to be on lunch.
So, there some obvious confusion.
“Oh my god, we’re literally screwed!”
Same Enid as all those years ago— overdramatic to a tee and nothing less. Wednesday was used to her antics by now and despite her wife’s tone, she remained calm.
“Hello to you as well, my wife.”
Enid looked the same aside from the fact that she’d stopped dying the ends of her hair blue and pink. She wanted to look more “mature” despite her occupation being an art teacher for elementary school outcasts.
“Our children are in the principal’s office and the damn dean is requesting we meet with them asap!”
Eugene took that as his cue to leave.
“Right. I’ll let you guys wife this one out.” He said, fixing his glasses and giving Wednesday a look of pity before leaving and shutting the door more gently than usual.
With him gone, Wednesday turnt back to her wife.
“Impressive.”
“No, not impressive— bad! This is bad.”
“You’re right.” Wednesday sighed, calling it a day on her notes and standing up, “It’s second nature for Sunday at this point. It’s only impressive on Fang’s part.”
Enid sighed but couldn’t get mad at her wife for saying that— she married and had kids with Wednesday Addams, who the hell expected anything different?
In fact, despite being chaotic and maybe not the best role model at times, Enid thought Wednesday was a good mother all things considered. She just wasn’t traditional.
Wednesday got on her coat, coffee and bag. Then stopped to crease the she-wolf’s cheek on her way out. Enid really did look stressed out— anxiety ridden.
“It’ll be fine, mí amór, deep breath.”
Enid appreciated the cold, calming touch of her wife’s hand. Shakily, she nodded and took a deep breath.
“Can you tell me what happened?” She asked the blonde, “So I’m not in the dark when we arrive and get our parenting skills verbally berated and criticized by a woman who more than likely hates her occupation.”
Wednesday’s co-workers knew her wife and knew how vocal she could get when telling her own recount of a story. When they walked through the halls of the police station, no one was surprised to see Enid so riled up.
“It was a peaceful class today— I was teaching the little misfits how to draw flowers and to just be creative and what not, art is an expression of one’s imagination.”
Enid wasn’t always art crazy— she wasn’t now— her job was more so about being and working with kids. She loved it and did a great job at it. She mostly worked with younger kids ranging from preschool to first grade.
“And I didn’t have Sunday or Fang in class with me since you know how they need to work on their maths.”
The couple walked out the front door of the station as she spoke— Wednesday didn’t even have to tell people she was leaving, she was practically in charge.
“So, I have like no idea of what actually happened but a little birdie told me— actually, wait, no— it was a whole fucking flock of little birdies running in my classroom saying that there’d been a fight and apparently Sunday was the instigator but Fang was also there?”
They got in Enid’s car and after hearing the last bit, Wednesday arched a brow in slight confusion.
It was odd.
Sunday got her rambunctiousness from her, sure, but due to Enid rubbing off on her— she more than likely wouldn’t start a fight, but she’d sure as hell finish one.
And Fang? He cried watching sad moments in Disney movies. Both mothers knew he’d never be in a fight.
“I see.” Wednesday said in thought, “I have a feeling there’s more to the story than that.. We’ll go and get to the bottom of it and the situation will be handled.”
Enid put on her typical mom sunglasses, turning the key in the ignition— nodding. Then? They were off to school.
When people seen the twins for the first time, it was more often than not that they noticed the resemblance between them and Enid first. Both twins had Enid’s eyes and blonde hair. However, their roots were dark black and grown out pretty far naturally.
Along with the fact that they both could have a deadpan expression similar to Wednesday at times. Fang usually wore a smile— Sunday, on the other hand?
Fang had a messy choppy blonde haircut, it looked similar to a wolf cut most days due to his sister cutting his hair as a prank that went a little too far a few months ago— it had grown back out, thankfully. Sunday’s hair was done in one messy, loose braid that rested over her shoulder. (Imagine Elsa’s hair?)
“Ms Addams, I hope you’re aware that your actions deeply reflect on the school your mother works at!”
For the past thirty minutes, Sunday had been getting scolded by a school receptionist in the principals office. She was an older lady with gray curls and a wart on the end of her nose— she was on the bigger side and clearly hated children yet chose to work with them for a living?
“It’s incredibly inappropriate! What you did today!”
Sunday sat besides her brother on a bench outside the deans office. The school setup was kinda strange but they were in a small hallway area right outside the actual office. The lady was doing the most by standing in the doorway to yell at them.
She was clearly trying to make them cry or feel bad.
It was clear in Fang’s eyes that he did. He felt guilty and avoided looking at the older woman as she yelled.
Sunday wasn’t affected by her words though.
She’d heard worse..
“Ms Smith?” Sunday suddenly asked, perking up. This would be the first time she spoke since being in trouble.
“What, Ms Addams?! This better be an apology!”
Sunday felt a smug grin take over her face.
Fang sent her a look— silently telling her to be good.
To no avail.
“You’ve been standing there awhile, yelling and sweating.” She pointed out, “You’re likely exerting yourself. Isn’t this the most movement you’ve done in five years? You should sit down soon.”
“Why! You little—“
“Hey, Ms Smith! Haha! Sorry, we ran a bit behind!”
Both Sunday and Fang were pleased to see their mother’s walk in. They were used to seeing Enid at the school— she worked there and they were even in her class sometimes— but Wednesday? She hated school and only ever went to the school events or ceremonies.
“Ms Addams..” The other woman practically sneered— glaring at the tall blonde. If look could kill..
“Yes?” Wednesday met her cold gaze with an expressionless one. Somehow, hers was worse.
Enid let out a nervous chuckle, noticing the tension between the two immediately. It wasn’t personal— Enid just knew Wednesday didn’t take kindly to some of her co-workers who didn’t like her bubbly personality.
To Wednesday, Enid was a flower amongst a dead wasteland. She’d fight hard to preserve her.
“The principal is waiting for you both.”
“Yes, we’re aware.”
Enid put a hand on her wife’s shoulder to try and silently stop her from being too cold towards Smith.
The mothers then turnt their attention to the twins.
Enid gave them a serious look whilst Wednesday gave them her usual blank expression.
Sunday didn’t falter under their gaze whilst Fangs looked close to tears. Were his mothers upset with him?
Or worse.. disappointed in him?
“Wait here, you two.” Enid said, “And behave.”
“You can’t leave me with this woman, mommy, she may get hungry while you’re gone and eat me.” Sunday suddenly said— her tone so nonchalant and causal.
As if she hadn’t just insulted the woman’s weight, again.
“I’m appalled!” Ms Smith gasped.
“And I’m unappetizing, I swear.”
“Sunday Addams.” Enid whispered in a scolding tone.
Wednesday sent her daughter a sharper look.
Enid both loved and hated when that happened! How her wife didn’t even have to say anything or scold them to make them mind. All she did was give them looks.
Granted, they were kinda intimidating..
Sunday kept quiet after seeing that expression.
Fang didn’t look up, sniffling now. He had reached into his bag awhile ago and pulled out a black cat stuffed animal he often carried around for when he was upset.
It was time to get to the bottom of what actually happened.. so Enid and Wednesday, against their better judgment, left the twins with Ms Smith out in the call and entered the principal’s office for their meeting.
Wednesday always hated school..
It was nothing but a social food chain ran by and based on popularity and status. The halls, regardless of what grade or school it was, were filled with bullies and snobs that couldn’t care less about education but more so reputation. She despised any kind of school.
If it were up to her? Her kids wouldn’t attend any kind of school but Enid saw it differently. She saw it as an opportunity for the twins to achieve greatness and to break out of their shells to face the waves? Yeah, whatever that meant in preschool teacher language.
So— to put it bluntly? Wednesday hated this.
The couple sat in two chairs across from the principal who sat at his desk. Enid always spoke of him highly but she had mentioned on numerous occasions that he was a man of discipline and had unreasonable expectations sometimes, given the students age range.
It was an elementary school, not a boot camp.
“You both know why you’re here.”
On the contrary, they didn’t know the full story. Wednesday was sure this— wait, what was his name? Principal Damien— was going to enlighten them.
“Yes, we— well, I, was informed earlier that there was.. an incident involving our children?” Enid said politely.
“Ms Addams, your children beat up another student.”
Enid’s eyes widened and Wednesday, although physically unfazed, was, admittedly, a little caught off guard.
This was a lot more serious than they originally thought.
“Goodness, what happened?”
Enid was feeling a multitude of emotions.. fear, anger, disappointment, utter confusion? And so on..
Wednesday had no opinion yet. She wanted the story.
“Well, I’ve had multiple students say that your twins, together, lured the other student— whom I won’t name— into the backside of the courtyard and ambushed him.”
“Did they have a reason?” Wednesday spoke up.
“If they did, they weren’t too keen on sharing when we questioned them and that aside, Ms Addams, there isn’t a reason that I can think justifiable enough for this insistence.. your children’s actions were vile and cruel.”
“I want proof before I agree or disagree with you, with all due respect. Show me the cameras.”
Enid would always back her wife up, especially in cases like this. She did agree with Wednesday. If their children did such an act— they wanted proof. Sunday was rebellious and had a smart mouth but she’d never just attack another kid without a reason and little Fang? That boy was innocent. He’d never do such a thing..
They needed to see it to believe it.
“There were no cameras in that courtyard, unfortunately. Due to construction in the area, they were turnt off.”
“I understand now.” Wednesday said calmly, “You’re basing your information on the word of other what? Seven year old children? And you’re ready to exchange word of punishment without any solid proof?”
Principle Damien sighed, knowing this would likely happen. He was well aware of what kinda person Wednesday Addams was and this was expected.
“Ms Addams, I know you’re a detective but this isn’t a matter of guilty or not anymore. I have multiple people backing up this story. It’s what we have to go with. Surely, in your career, you’d understand?”
He hoped she’d understand.
No such luck.
“I can have an open-mind. Except when it comes to my children, unfortunately for you.”
Enid knew it was time to intervene before Wednesday said the wrong thing and made a new enemy.
“What my wife is trying to say is that we’d just really appreciate more proof. The only people backing up this story are children, sir. They aren’t even witnesses. I know none of them actually saw anything. At the end of the day, it just doesn’t sound like our children.”
It didn’t.
Sunday nor Fang weren’t violent.
They both had tendencies they’d taken after Wednesday for but there was also a lot of Enid in their personalities. They were raised by two complete opposite people and because of that? Were very well-rounded children. Both cold and warm. Soft and sharp.
“You can be in denial about it, I understand it’s hard to envision your children doing such a thing.” Principal Damien said, his tone gruff as he spoke, “But your children.. they’re Addams for crying out loud! What more can we expect of them? The other student has a broken nose and the parents are threatening to sue!”
A small silence fell on the trio.
Wednesday had heard that all her life..
She was an Addams this— an Addams that— if anything went wrong? It was because she was an Addams. If she got in trouble, people would whisper about her family and say harsh things.
And it no longer bothered her, it never did— it was just a little harder to swallow when her kids were the ones being ridiculed for the family name this time around.
That comment.. it didn’t sit well with either of them.
Especially not Enid.
“Excuse me?”
Wednesday recognized that tone.. Enid was pissed.
Principle Damien was the screwed one now.
Sunday tried hard to listen in on the conversation her mothers were having with the principal but to no avail— Ms Smith bitched at her every time she moved an inch.
So, listening outside the door was a no.
As she sat there? She wondered what would happen. More than likely, they’d be expelled..
The school they went to was prestigious for an elementary school. It was in the same district as Nevermore and was basically the same deal, except for it being filled with younger students, obviously.
Both the twins and all the other kids that attended “Little Outcasts Academy” wore the same dark violet and black stripped uniforms as the high schoolers kids did from Nevermore. Sunday’s uniform had a skirt, whilst Fangs wore black slacks for pants under his.
Their outfits aside, Sunday also thought about how unfair the situation was. The principle, in reality, hadn’t even given them a chance to explain their side.
What had actually happened was another student had started bullying Fang a few weeks ago. For reasons Sunday didn’t know. She, on multiple occasions since then, demanded to know what he was hiding from her.. hiding from their mothers.. but he never did.
Fang never came clean about anything.
So, he suffered in silence and refused to tell anyone.
And that bothered his sister..
Anyways, Sunday overheard a few kids talking about Fang— about how weird he was, about his mothers, his freak sister, everything— and that prompted Sunday to go look for him. She looked in his favorite spot; the vacant courtyard with all the shade.
It was quite over there. No one to bully or bother him.
She arrived and found the other kid beating her brother up. That wouldn’t fly with her. Sunday handled it accordingly and when other students and staff arrived at the scene— due to the other kids screaming for help— Fang was trying to pull her sister off, making it look like he was involved too.
No one had seen what really happened..
And because of their last name, no one was going to believe them if they came clean about it..
It wasn’t fair.
All the thinking gave Sunday an idea though.
As she processed her idea and made a plan— she heard her mother, Enid, start ripping into the principal about something. Her words were muffled but Sunday was smart enough to make out the profanity. She stifled a giggle. Enid was always funny and expressive when she got really mad. It was entertainment at it’s finest.
“Quite out there, you delinquent!”
Ms Smith could hear her but due to sitting back at her desk? She couldn’t see her or her brother. She was in her office area whilst they remained in the hall.
Sunday decided to test the theory. She got up and walked into the middle of the hallway. Surely, if Ms Smith could see her? She’d tell her to sit back down.
Nothing.
Perfect. Her plan would work.
“Sunny? What are you doing?” Fang sniffled, looking up.
“Clearing our names.” Sunday said without missing a beat, she grabbed her backpack and her brother’s arm.
“H-how?”
“Follow and find out, big brother.”
Together, the twins quietly crept down the hall and walked down a flight of stairs. Their mother had worked in the school since before they were born— she had maps of the school laminated on the fridge for whatever reason. Sunday had studied them long ago.
She knew exactly where everything was..
Sunday knew there had to be some kind of footage they could use. The principal didn’t even hear them out about their recounter of their side of the story— she wouldn’t put it past him to lie about the video cameras.
Down in the basement of the school, was a room full of tapes and video logs of all the cameras. All they needed was to get their hands on some solid proof.
The trick would be getting past the janitor but Sunday also knew the perfect hiding spots.
This would work! It had to.
Fang followed along with a heavy chest and a feeling of guilt— clutching his black cat stuffed animal.
“Ms.. Sinclair—“
“It’s Addams, now, Principal Damien.”
“Forgive me, I didn’t mean to—“
“I’ve worked in this school for damn near ten years and I’ve put up with a lot.” Enid began to rant, “I’ve overheard a lot of shit talk about my family but I’ve always turnt the other cheek because I know how to pick my battles.. but this?” She paused and chuckled humorlessly, “You? Insulting my wife and children?”
Wednesday said nothing because she didn’t have to.
Enid had it covered, clearly.
“This situation is delicate, we should proceed with—“
“No.” Enid cut him off, “This school is delicate.”
Wednesday glanced at her wife as she said that. It was no secret Enid was unhappy with her work environment. All the other teachers were normies— oddly enough— and she always felt like the odd one out. It was strange that normies chose to work with outcasts and treated everyone like shit but politicians now liked to push for as much diversity as possible.
“Pardon me? Ms Addams, you’re out of line!”
Suddenly, the door creaked open and Ms Smith came in with a worried expression on her face.
“The twins aren’t out in the hall!”
Great..
Both parents and the principal looked over after hearing her words— Wednesday and Enid exchanged glances of concern. The whereabouts of their children were unknown? How had that happened so quickly?
“Did you see where they went off to?”
“Yes, sir.. I.. I think the basement. The cameras in my office show them walking down the stairs.”
Wednesday scoffed under breath.
“I’m colored shocked by the fact that you have footage of that but not footage of what’s actually important.”
Principal Damien shook his head, signing. He’d need to stop by the liquor store on his way home today..
“Ms Smith, go on and bring them back—“
“Allow me.” Wednesday said, standing up to leave no room for debate. She’d go get the twins herself. “I know my way around unfamiliar darkness, I’m an Addams after all,” She sent the man an icy stare over her shoulder.
Enid knew it was probably for the best that Wednesday left the room. Maybe she was taking it all too personal? Then again, she didn’t like how some of her co-workers spoke of her wife or of her children just for their name. That was her name now too. She was proud of it. Enid was proud to be an Addams now.
“Y-you know I don’t like the dark, sis…”
Fang got his fear of the dark and all things spooky from his mommy— meanwhile, Sunday liked the dark and liked all things spooky like her other mother.
The basement steps led to the ground cobblestone floor and into darkness. Luckily, Sunday always came equipped with a flashlight in her backpack. For some reason, she was prepared for any activity imaginable.
“You won’t like being grounded for all eternity either if we don’t set the record straight, Fang..”
That was true, fair enough.
Still, every corner they turnt, and at every odd sound? Fang was practically jumping out of his skin and or clinging onto his sister for dear life out of fear.
Sunday remained nonchalant about it all.
Her big brother would be hopeless without her.
As they walked their steps echoed out. Although distant at first, when they weren’t walking they began to both hear other steps. At first, it was avoidable. Whoever— if it was a person— wasn’t close enough to be a problem but that all changed as soon as they got close to the room at the end of a narrow hall that held the cameras.
Sunday knew where to go but Fang was frozen.
This wasn’t the time to be a baby! They had to go before they got in even more trouble! It was likely their mothers knew of their absence by now topside. They had to make this trip worth something, even if it was just a little bit.
“Fang, move your— ass!” Sunday wasn’t one to swear since she knew her life would be over if Enid heard her do so but in the heat of the moment, it slipped out.
The boy let up a little bit Sunday still had to drag him to a dark corner. She didn’t know what the hell his problem was— he looked like he was staring at a ghost when in reality all there was in front of them was a dark hallway. It could considered creepy to some but not to Sunday.
They hid behind a corner, waiting for whoever it was— more than likely the janitor— to pass them.
Nothing happened.
All was silent for awhile.
Until?
“Sunday? Did I hear you use profanity?”
It was her mother’s voice!
She was behind them the whole time!?
Sunday may have filled with dread at the thought of getting in even more trouble but Fang filled with relief.
Their mother was, in fact, standing next to them with a flashlight of her own she took from Ms Smith’s office.
“Mama!” He practically cried, throwing himself in her arms, engulfed her in a tight hug, like a koala.
Wednesday still didn’t like hugs or physical affection. It was still very rare that she’d initiate it but over the many years, she’d grown accustomed to allowing and or reciprocating it when it came to her wife or children.
And that only applied to said wife and children.
If anyone else tried to hug her or touch her in anyway? They’d still end up six feet under before they succeeded.
“No..? That was Fang.” Sunday insisted.
Meanwhile Fang— the one who apparently just swore at himself— nuzzled into Wednesday’s chest.
Wednesday picked him up to spare him a heart attack. A hand resting on the back of his head and the other beneath his legs to support him. It was proven to be the best way to comfort a child— she’d read about it.
“I see.” Wednesday said, “Such vulgar language is only appropriate for certain situations and or circumstances.”
“But mama, I didn’t—“
“You did.” Wednesday gently cut her off, walking ahead of her daughter now, “But that’s besides the point, we only have a few minutes before the janitor down the hall wakes up from his temporary unconsciousness. Let’s get the tape and see what really happened, yes?”
Although Wednesday may not be the most traditional, loving and nurturing mother. The twins still loved her to pieces and her words had Sunday elated and smiling.
The three of them began to walk down the narrow hall, well Wednesday and Sunday did— Fang was carried.
“Yes!” She said, following in pursuit, “Does mommy know you knocked out the janitor?”
Wednesday approached the door and glanced down at the lock— it was an easy obstacle. Mere child’s play.
“She does not. However, inform her and I’ll not hesitate to tell her about your expanded vocabulary..”
“Deal!”
Now, back to the door and the little lock problem;
“Sunny, do you remember how to pick locks?”
Sunday’s happy expression changed to a more smug one as she reached into her pocket and pulled out a paper clip— like mentioned before? She was ready for anything.
“Yes! Just like you showed me!”
Wednesday stepped aside and allowed Sunday to pick the lock. She did so in record time, impressively. Meanwhile Fang remained in her arms until further notice. It was almost comical how opposite they were.
“That’s my girl.”
Still, Wednesday could feel the corner of her lip tugging up in a small, faint smile
It was time to get the evidence.
“It’s just that, well? Academics aren’t the issue, both your children are incredibly intelligent and are example students inside the classroom as you would know.”
As soon as Wednesday had left to fetch the twins, Principal Damien had taken the opportunity to call in for backup. He’d decided to take the chance to have a fellow teacher come in and give Enid a conference.
Which led to the she-wolf’s claws digging into the wooden armrest of her seat across the desk.
This wasn’t necessary if the principal was so set on expelling her children, right? Why was this needed?
“I would know.” Enid bit back, “I was their teacher for three years, Mr. Vortex..” She addressed the older man as professionally as she could despite wanting to growl.
She didn’t.
Enid could be mature!
“The problems lay within their behavior and how they treat other students.. it’s a bit difficult to word.” Mr. Vortex explained, unlike the others he tried to remain a bit professional about it and not attack so personally. He knew some of the other teachers didn’t like the twins simply because they were apart of the Addams family.
But Mr. Vortex was professional enough to know that that was wrong. So, he continued to choose his words carefully. He was well aware of his co-workers.. abilities.
Enid could tear him apart if he said the wrong thing!
“This school is full of behavioral problems, in case you haven’t noticed it’s full of outcasts.” Enid pointed out, “I know my children can be difficult sometimes but I’m not going to sit here and listen to you blow it out of proportion. Sunday and Fang aren’t that bad.”
She wouldn’t dismiss everything her children did. She wouldn’t make excuses for it either.. but those were her pups. They were her pride and joy. She loved them.
Of course she would defend them.
It was more than her own mother ever did..
“They broke a students nose and gave him a concussion!” The principal snapped, slamming a fist on his desk. “Bad is an understatement! They’re wild!”
That’s it.
Her claws slipped out— along with a growl.
Mr. Vortex sighed— wishing his boss had a filter.
She opened her mouth to utter some kind of threat but she didn’t get the chance, for she was cut off;
“No.” A new voice suddenly butted in, “They’re innocent.”
Enid didn’t have to turnt around to know her wife had returned and snook back in. She did though, she turnt around and saw her wife, and her children.
Thank goodness they were safe!
Sunday stood at Wednesday’s side, holding her mama’s pant leg. Fang was in Wednesday’s arms but her wife bent down and gave him to Enid for her to hold him.
“Is he okay?” Enid heard herself ask— claws immediately slipping away as she went to hold her son. She sniffed and inspected him— Fang just wordlessly clung to her, hiding his face in her neck. Something was wrong. She could feel him shaking in her embrace.
“He’s going to be.” Wednesday said flatly.
With that, she set down a dusty DVD on the desk.
“What’s the meaning of this?!” Principal Damien hissed.
“Play the disc.” She ordered.
“You may be the best damned detective to walk the earth since Sherlock but I assure you, Mrs Addams, you are in no position to give me demands!”
Wednesday walked over to the desk, ushering Sunday towards Enid as she did— she stood in front of the two men and held a blank stare. “Neither are you.”
“Excuse me—!”
“Play the disc or I’ll have you arrested for child endangerment. After all, this is your school and it was your duty to protect the child you sent home with a broken nose and concussion today, was it not? You failed on multiple fronts, Damien.. How unfortunate.”
“No! It was your child—“
Enough of this, she thought. Wednesday slammed her hands down on the desk, leaning forward. “My children acted out of self defense!” She confirmed firmly.
Enid gasped quietly, holding Fang a little tighter. She watched the interaction between her wife and her boss.
“Wednesday..” The blonde said breathlessly.
Enid had never seen her wife so.. protective.. before. Yet, here she was, protecting their children. She wasn’t letting up. God, Enid loved her so much..
“Last warning, play.. the.. disc.”
Finally, Mr. Vortex had enough sense to pick up the DVD and place it in the nearby old DVD player. It was hooked up to a small box TV in the far corner of the room. The screen was small but it was big enough.
As the surveillance footage began to play, Wednesday took it upon herself to grab the tiny remote and to fast forward to what was actually important..
When it reached the time of lunch that very day, Wednesday made sure both men got a good look about what was about to unfold in the vacant courtyard that had apparently not been videotaped— more lies.
The video showed Fang sitting alone, reading.
Then? An older boy with much more height and muscle walked over to him. Since there was no audio, none of them could hear the brief conversation. Yet, when the conversation turnt physical— when the older boy kicked the book out of Fang’s hand and slammed him against the wall— it was clear who the instigator was.
Enid watched in silence. She held Fang tighter against her as the video played. She looked away, not wanting to watch it anymore. That was her baby.. he was hurt.
And then, in the video? There came Sunday to her brothers rescue just how Wednesday used to run to Pugsley’s rescue back in the day..
Sunday beat that boy to a pulp and Fang was merely trying to call his sister off when other teachers and students arrived at the scene. It was a picture that hadn’t been painted in full truth.
But Wednesday had just exploited that truth.
And the look on both Mr. Vortex and Principal Damien’s face was beyond satisfying..
It was almost comical because if you had asked Wednesday Addams what she wanted in her future at the ripe age of sixteen— she would’ve told you it involved never-ending solitude and peace and quiet.
She would’ve told you with full conviction that marriage and children weren’t for her.
Yet, here she was— decades later— sitting next to her wife in the elementary school’s principal’s office fighting the urge to actually smile. Justice was amazingly served.
“Mrs Addams..” The principal began shakily.
Wednesday didn’t give him the chance to continue.
“We’re done here..” She muttered, hearing Enid stand up from her chair, still holding their son and grabbing their daughter’s hand to lead her out, “And if I hear one more complaint from either of my children or my wife about you? Then you will be too, mark my words..”
Damien continued to try and speak— his words stuttered and messily jumbled together.
Clearly, neither woman was willing to listen anymore.
The meeting had gone to shit. Wednesday longed to go home and take a Tylenol for her forming migraine.
Enid carried their son, and Wednesday held Sunday’s hand when they reached the hallway.
They finally went home. They had a lot to discuss.
It was later in the evening now, same day, just a different, more peaceful time.
Wednesday hadn’t got to finish her work at the station so that’s what she was doing now.
Enid had made the decision that leftovers from yesterday were for dinner— not wanting to cook. Wednesday agreed. Tomorrow, they’d likely cook something new together.
The sound of her content typing on her typewriter clanked and clacked throughout the living room. Wednesday sat on the black couch a few feet away from the grand fireplace— it was dimly lit.
Enid had taken Fang upstairs for a bath since it was both needed and he seemed very upset by the time they got home, understandably so.
Wednesday wouldn’t go as far to say she felt sympathy for anyone but the sight of bruises on her sons body both made her heart heavy and filled her veins with an anger..
What had maternal hormones done to her?
“Mama..”
Speaking of all things maternal..
Sunday had gotten out of her school uniform and was dressed in a pink pajama set. Her hair was down and a bit crazy— she had a brush in her hand and Wednesday knew exactly what she wanted before it was even said.
“Come here, bebíta..”
Sunday walked over and sat in front of the couch, glancing at the typewriter.
Wednesday took the brush and band and began to carefully and expertly redo her daughters braid. She did it a little looser than normal because it was nighttime.
“Mama.. are you busy?”
Children and their random questions.. Wednesday arched a brow slightly.
“I’m working, yes.”
“But you’re always working..”
“Someone has to support the family.”
Sunday turnt just a little, smirking.
“I can support the family for you!”
Wednesday seriously doubted that but for the sake of conversation and a little entertainment she decided to play into it;
“How so?”
“I’ll sell Fang on the black market! I’m sure the lonely priests will love him.”
Her hands working to complete the single long braid paused for a moment, pondering.
“That won’t make a big enough profit.”
Sunday scrunched her nose in slight confusion.
“When you and your brother were infants, I asked the stork that brought you for a refund but was denied due to lack of a receipt. I then proceeded to the dark web but the listings weren’t beneficially sound enough..”
Wednesday hummed, hearing Sunday giggle. She obviously wasn’t serious— Enid would never let her do that to her pups.
“Do storks really carry babies?”
“No. It’s a folk tale.”
“You mean, like.. a fancy lie?”
“Perhaps, yes.”
“How did we really come—“
No. Nope. Not today.
Wednesday was not explaining anything of the sort. Sunday was far too young and the thought of exposing her to such ecliptic topics was nauseating. Realistically, the twins had been created through IVF and it was a long, treacherous process.
There was a lot of negatives. A lot of tears.
But? Wednesday still remembered the day Enid finally got a positive on her pregnancy test. It was also the first time Wednesday Addams fainted. The second time she fainted was when they found out it was twins.
“Why did you ask if I was busy?”
Sunday noticed the topic change but didn’t comment on it, knowing it’d only earn her another intimidating icy mom look.
“I.. want you to..”
Sunday did finish the sentence but the rest of it was mumbled and inaudible.
Wednesday finished the braid and glanced down at the little girl. It wasn’t like Sunday to mumble or stutter— quite the opposite, actually.
“Speak up, Sunny..”
“T-teach me.. um..”
“Sunday, louder.”
Was it something embarrassing? Why couldn’t she just ask it outright, what was wrong?
Today had been a bit hard, admittedly, but Wednesday was certain that wouldn’t affect Sunday’s rambunctiousness.. right?
“Will you teach me how to properly.. fight?”
Oh?
Wednesday glanced over at her typewriter. Damn.. she was gonna be late on those notes. Oh well, she lived in a boring town where nothing aside from a few outcasts and white crimes occurred sporadically. The notes were on nothing but a petty theft.
She could do it in her sleep.
“You fought well enough today, did you not?”
“Yes! But- but.. I know you can do it better.. and I.. I wanna- just in case- know so, so—“
Wednesday said nothing and allowed Sunday to stumble and stutter a little. She got this way when she was overly excited. Enid did the same. Wednesday had learnt just to let them struggle it out— for trying to speak for them ruined the excitement half the time.
At least she wasn’t mumbling anymore.
“I- wanna kick some ass! Mama, please!”
Wednesday raised both brows and looked down at the little girl who was now standing up in front of her, practically jumping up and down.
Where had she learnt such a word?
Ah.. Enid— most definitely in one of her post-work rants from upstairs. On bad days, those rants lasted an hour and echoed throughout the mansion the family lived in.
It was more than possible that Sunday had picked up the profanity from that situation.
Wednesday let Sunday figure out that she’d just swore in front of her— again. It was almost amusing at how quick Sunday’s face changed.
“Sorry! I’m sorry! I won’t say it again!”
“Oh? I thought it was Fang the first time..”
Sunday whined under her breath, realizing her slip up. It’s not like Wednesday actually believed her down in the schools basement though, huh? Fang would never swear.
“It.. was..?” She pondered, “..not.”
At that, Wednesday’s expression softened just a little from it’s usual deadpan.
“I’d be honored to teach you how to properly defend yourself. You and your brother.”
It was funny how Sunday could go from being so gloomy like her mama but then excited and high-energy like her mommy.
“We won’t do much tonight, there’s been enough of that today, but I can show you a few things before bed to tire you out.”
Sunday nodded eagerly and reached up to be picked up, this time she was actually jumping up and down out of excitement.
Again, Wednesday was only soft for her wife and children. She got up and picked the little girl up— placing her on her hip. Then, they went into the master ballroom. Yes, they in fact did have a ballroom. They were rich after all.
Enid was deep in thought on the car ride home.
The only good thing that had come of that meeting with the principal was the fact that the twins weren’t being expelled and that was only because her amazing wife advocated for their children so greatly. The evidence was compelling and Wednesday was an amazing detective even outside of work.
All that and Enid couldn’t even properly defend their family name against her boss..
It was pathetic, wasn’t it?
Enid felt pathetic.
It was the same as it’d always been since the Academy, Enid was a ray of sunshine but when it came to feeling confident in herself she got a bit hesitant to do so. It was no doubt her mother’s doing. All the years of judgment and verbal, mental abuse? It was hard..
And it was the reason Enid’s mother, Ester Sinclair, wasn’t allowed to see her children.
Honestly, it had been years since Enid had spoke to her blood family. Not even her father. It may have been surprising to some but after years of thinking it over? Enid felt a sort of resentment towards him too.
Murray Sinclair may not have been the judgmental one but what kind of father just sits back and let’s it happen? For years?
“Ow..”
Like an instinct, Enid snapped out of her thoughts and insecurities when she heard her son’s soft whine. Her baby was in pain!?
When they arrived home, she took Fang upstairs for a bath. The twins were getting to an age where they could start bathing on their own but it was natural for werewolf mothers to do it for a little longer than the average normie mother would, especially if their pup was hurt.
Enid took in the sight of Fang’s little body— what was visible in his sitting position amongst all the bubbles in his bubble bath.
The bruises.. the scrapes..
It took the blonde a second to realize what made her son whine in pain but she quickly pieced it together when she noticed her claws had come out. It sometimes happened out of habit when she was so lost in thought.
Luckily, she hadn’t drawn blood. It was just a small scratch on his stomach.
“Oh! Baby, I’m so sorry..”
“It’s okay..” Fang mumbled.
“Mommy’s such a klutz today..”
Enid quickly put her claws away and lathered up some soap in her palms, combing through his soft blonde hair to wash it properly.
Fang was a lot more cooperative in the bath. Sunday often tried to get out the whole time. He leaned into her touch and didn’t realize the tears that had started to form until he felt the familiar warmth of them sliding down his cheeks.
“Oh, honey..” Enid’s brows knitted in sympathy, she rinsed her hands free of soap and shampoo when she was done and wiped the fallen tears. “You were such a brave boy today.. I’m so proud of you. So is sister and mama, yeah?” She wanted to cheer him up.
But clearly her attempts fell short as more tears soon came seconds later.
“You won’t go to school tomorrow. Until further notice we’ll do independent studies, okay?” Enid suggested, not wanting her son to be subjected to bullying any longer. It was wrong.
That was another thing..
How had she let her own children get bullied at the school she worked at? Granted, most of the children that attended were preppy and on the wealthier side— resulting in bully-like behaviors more often than not.
But still..
She felt like she’d failed her children.
Fang didn’t say anything and that began to worry Enid. He just cried softly and let her wash him up carefully. Maybe he just needed to cry? To let it all out?
Still, Enid kept talking to him regardless.
“You know? Mommy used to get picked on in highschool?” She mused, “Between not being able to wolf-out for a long time and these scars on my face?” Enid motioned to the scars Tyler had left her with years ago, “I was.. an easy target for the.. meaner.. kids.”
Fang sniffled, looking up at her now.
Oh, his sweet little face and his dad little eyes made Enid’s heart swell and break at the same time.
How dare anyone— child or not— hurt her baby boy. He did nothing to deserve it.
“But? Your mama used to get in so much trouble defending me.” Enid chuckled, “One time? She cut this girl’s braid right off her head after she said something mean to me in class.”
Fang couldn’t help but giggle a little, shakily.
“And your mama got picked on too.” She added, “Actually, a lot more than I did but you know what? She never even cared.. she’s always kept going no matter what.”
Fang wished he was liked that. Sunday got like that sometimes. He envied that about her.
“So, you know, if you ever wanna talk about what’s going on at school you can always talk to me or mama.” Enid cooed, “Preferably me since mama may resort to something illegal and I’m just a few classrooms away.”
There was a small pause as the tub was drained and Fang was helped out— being wrapped in a towel and nuzzled by his mother. He nuzzled her back and snuggled into her for a little, just drying off.
“C-can.. I tell you something?”
Enid thought nothing of it, perhaps he just wanted to share a little more details about the bullying or what’s been happening at school?
“Of course, love, you can tell mommy anything..”
Fang knew he could.
He just hoped she actually believed him.
“Okay..” He started, “W-well.. awhile ago, ever since my birthday? I’ve been.. seeing things..”
Enid said nothing yet, just nodding and listening, occasionally rubbing his back.
“People.. but.. only I can see them?” Fangs feared he sounded crazy or delusional. “People that.. might not be alive anymore.”
He finally said it.
Fang inherited abilities similar to Wednesday whom still regularly got dark visions.
It wasn’t the same but it was close enough.
Enid was just glad he finally told someone.
“I.. I’m very proud of you for telling me, Fang.” Enid said, at first weary of what to say. “I understand that that can be scary but let’s go see mama, okay? She’ll know what say..”
Enid knew she could try and come up with a set of comforting words but at the end of the day, Wednesday knew a lot more than she did. She’d know what to say.
Running to Wednesday for answers didn’t help with how pathetic she felt..
So, self defense lessons may not have gone the way many would expect.
It started it out decent with a few simply instructions and a few easy demonstrations but it quickly turnt into a bunch of games.
In the empty ballroom, there was plenty of space to run and roam. Sunday was in the process of running from a “monster” when Enid brought Fang down to see them.
And best believe Wednesday could play pretend a decent monster.
“You’re a mouse, you must outrun me.. or else you’ll get the claws!” Wednesday insisted in her best monster voice— it wasn’t very in character but she was trying.
If sixteen year old her could see herself now?
“Mama!” Sunday giggled, running around Wednesday’s legs to make her dizzy, “Monsters don’t narrate..” She teased.
That was true.
However, what did she expect from an author? Wednesday still enjoyed writing.
“Oh? So you’d prefer a silent attack?” She hummed at her little girl, crouching down and picking her up when she got the chance.
Sunday squealed and wiggled in her mother’s embrace to avoid the onset attack of tickles. To anyone else? Wednesday was cold but like noted and expressed before— when it came to her wife and children? And only her wife and children.. she had a soft side.
“Noted. Now suffer in vein little mouse.”
“N-no mama! S-stoppp..” She said through a fit of laughter, clearly enjoying it.
Their little tickle, giggle match was interrupted by the sound of Enid clearing her throat.
Wednesday instantly looked up— she saw her wife standing there with Fang on her hip all washed up from his bath.
Ah, it was time for the old twin switch.
“Hi, mommy!” Sunday waved.
“Hi, baby.” Enid hummed, “Settling down I see?” She gave her wife a look— Wednesday was supposed to be getting their daughter ready for bed.. not this!
But? Wednesday and Sunday’s antics were so cute she’d just have to let it slide.
“Nothing like defeating pretend monsters before bed, cara mía..” Wednesday said a bit smugly, setting Sunday down gently. “If she must face demons in her sleep? She’ll be prepared.”
Enid tried not to but a small smile creeped onto her lips at her wife’s ridiculousness.
“Right. Let’s hope that’s not the case.” The blonde mused, setting Fang down too.
Fang walked over to Wednesday and held her hand while Sunday went over to Enid and got picked up— it was her turn for a bath.
“Fang.. he has.. something important to tell you, mama..” Enid said on her way out of the large room, the look she sent over her shoulder held seriousness. Wednesday picked up on it.
Oh?
Wednesday gave her a nod and then ushered her son out of the room too— taking him back to the living room where she and Sunday had started in. The fire was dying out but with some attention, it caught flame once again.
She found herself sitting on the couch with her boy snuggled into her side. Black nails combed through messy, wet blonde hair.
No words were exchanged yet.
When it came time to have serious conversations, Wednesday never said anything. She only let her child start when they were ready to talk. No sooner, nor later.
Fang knew Wednesday would wait until he was ready.. he was.. it was just a matter of actually opening up again. If he could tell Enid though— he was certain he’d be able to tell Wednesday.
How was he supposed to say this again?
Fang was an emotional boy. He felt a lump form in his throat as he hid his face in her side for a few moments, collecting himself.
“M-mama..?”
Wednesday looked down at him.
“Yes, bebé niño?”
Fang let out a small breath.
“Uncle Fester.. says he misses you.”
The hand combing through her son’s hair stopped as she processed what had just been said to her.. the weight of the words was almost crushing. Uncle Fester.. he unfortunately passed mere weeks before the twins were born. It was devastating.
It was an accident of some kind.. and it was never confirmed but— Wednesday suspected murder. It was the one case she’d never be able to crack though, there just wasn’t anything to go off of.
Uncle Fester had been so thrilled to meet her children. It broke Wednesday to know he never met them.. because of this? Wednesday rarely— more so never— spoke of him anymore.
It hurt too much.
So, how the hell did Fang know about him?
After silently processing the information, it all finally clicked in her head. She sighed softly.
“How long have you been seeing him?”
“Since mine and Sunny’s seventh birthday..” He said, sitting up now and wiping his eyes— sniffling.
Ah, seven.
Wednesday figured maybe one of their children would inherit abilities but to have them so young? It was hard to grasp at first thought.
“He was at the party.. but no one else could see him.” Fang explained, “He followed you around that day and laughed at how soft you’ve become.. that’s what he said.”
At that, Wednesday had to roll her eyes.
“And after him? There was others.. in the streets and at school?” Fang spoke freely for the first time about everything, “Some of them weren’t very nice like Uncle Fester.. it’d scare me and I’d start crying..”
Wednesday frowned just faintly.
The doctor has recently diagnosed Fang with severe social anxiety. They said his little episodes at school were caused by it and that they shouldn’t be alarmed. When in reality? Their son could see dead people..
“And today? In the hallway down in the basement.. I.. I froze up.. because I saw something bad down there..”
Wednesday already knew what it was.
A few years ago, one of the janitors overdosed and his body was found down there.
“Come here, Fang.” She said gently.
She opened her arms for her son and Fang took the opportunity for a snuggle, climbing in her arms and resting his head under her chin.
“Can you speak with them? Or.. do they ever try to communicate with you?”
Fang thought for a moment.
“Only if I let them.” He said after a pause, “Uncle Fester and I talk all the time.. Goody too.. the girl Sunny’s named after..”
Goody huh? That pain in the ass was still around in the spirit realm, figures.
“You know, I get visions too.” Wednesday began to speak, rubbing soft circles into Fang’s back as she did, “Your grandmother does too but? We both are different..”
Fang listened closely, but he was getting a bit sleepy— his mama had a calming voice.
“I’m a Raven. I see the dark and twisted side of the world. That’s what my visions show me.” Wednesday said, “Grandma Tisha is a Dove. Her mind sees the light in everything and her visions are significantly more peaceful than my own given her outlook on life.”
The sleepy little boy suppressed a yawn.
“What am I, mama?” He asked tiredly.
Wednesday planted a kiss to his forehead, letting it linger a little before answering.
“It took me years to discover that there’s more than just Ravens and Doves.. but now that I’m more educated.. I can say with certainty that.. you’re a Vulture, Fang.”
A Vulture?
“You have the ability to see those who have passed on. It’s both a gift and a curse.”
Vultures never lost the ability to speak with their loved ones even after they’ve died. Yet, that also meant that the bad people who’ve passed on had someone to target and torment durning their reign in hell.
“It’s a powerful gift that’ll take years to master and tame.. but? If I could manage to court your mother given my lack of knowledge in any and all things romance.. I suppose it’s safe to assume anything could happen.”
Fang hadn’t heard those words because by then? He’d fallen asleep against her, snoring lightly.
Wednesday let herself smile a little when she realized the boy had fallen asleep. That was good— he needed it.
“Sweet dreams, amór..”
Glancing at the nearby clock, she realized it was fairly late for the twins— so, it was time to take them to bed. She carefully got off the couch and carried the sleeping boy against her chest, descending upstairs.
Honestly, the Addams home was big enough for everyone to have multiple rooms to themselves.. but regardless of the space, the twins were insistent on sharing a room.
So, they had the biggest room in the house to share.
It looked like any other little kids room would, being messily littered with various toys and other plush items. The walls painted black and white on one side of the room and different colors on the other side.
Wednesday remembered how much stress this room caused her. They hadn’t changed the paint since the twins were born and the wall were painted when Enid was heavily pregnant. Wednesday sweated bullets watching her wife persistently decorate despite having such a big belly at the time.. never ever again.
Sunday and Fang were more than enough for her.
When she made it to the room she walked in on a gentle sight of Enid tucking Sunday in.
It was surprising Enid hadn’t fallen asleep in there after reading her a story, when the twins were first starting to sleep in their own room as babies — after months of sleeping in their parents bed, much to Wednesday’s distaste— Enid often fell asleep on the floor surrounded by stuffed animals and other toys.
“Sleep tight, my sunshine..” Enid cooed to her.
Sunday was fast asleep.
And so was Fang, as previously established.
Wednesday wordlessly walked in and laid Fang down to sleep in his own bed across the room— making sure his nightlight was plugged in to avoid him waking up and freaking out in the middle of the night.
He hated the dark.
She tucked him in and stood up, feeling her back crack as she did so— damn, was she really getting old?
Both mothers made their way out of the room before either twin could be disturbed. Enid left their door open just a crack and always made sure to keep the hall light on dim in case they needed anything.
Enid leaned against the wall outside the bedroom in the hallway, running her fingers through her hair.
“Today was shit..” She muttered.
Wednesday hummed and began walking towards their room at the end of the hall— passing framed photos of memories frozen in time from over the years.
“Indeed.” She agreed.
Enid followed behind and looked at the photos. There was hung drawings the twins did at school and there was various academic awards framed hanging too.
Above their bedroom on the high wall was their famous family portrait. It featured the couple and the twins and Thing— the limb rested on Wednesday’s shoulder.
Thing had gotten old and passed on. It was weird to think that a hand could age but? He was like a pet. Pets didn’t live forever despite feeling like part of the family.
He was a part of the family. He still was.
Wednesday passed the portrait with soft eyes— silently acknowledging her old friend in the cherished photo.
“I seriously need a glass of wine.” Enid huffed, quickly moving to undo the bed covers. She was exhausted, “No, actually? I need a whole damn bottle. Fuck a glass.”
“Language.” She pointed out to the blonde, helping her pull down the black comforter, “Your verbal influence rubs off on our little gremlins, you know?”
“Gremlins is definitely a comparison.”
Wednesday got in bed when Enid did and tried to get comfortable. They’d both changed into pajamas hours ago. Wednesday always just wore black sweats and at-shirt, Enid wore silk, short pink nightgowns, usually.
“Our lives are so much different with children.” The shorter girl thought out loud, feeling Enid turn to face her on her side as she laid in bed. Wednesday stayed on her back. She couldn't sleep on her side for the life of her.
Enid hummed in agreement, reaching over and moving some of her wife’s bangs out of her face.
“I wouldn’t change it for the world though, Wens..”
Wednesday looked over at Enid, reaching up with her own hand and taking hold of the hand that had just moved a piece of her hair— she kissed her knuckles.
“Me either, cara mía..”