Wednesday Addams was entirely reluctant to wake up. She groaned slightly and, opening her eyes, remained in the same corpse like position, her crossed arms never leaving her chest.
"Good morning," she whispered, staring up at him with one of her awful smiles. He grimaced slightly as he sat on the side of her bed in which she had spent her childhood.
"How are you?" He placed his hand on her face, she brushed him away as she sat up.
"Fine," she answered as she shook her head, "You know Father asked Mother to move the room you were sleeping in?"
"I figured as much," he laughed belligerently and pushed his glasses up his nose, "I phoned my parents to inform them of our pending nuptials. They're not happy you're not Jewish and that you're, well, you. Ha! But I expected that, such is life my dear. Wait till they meet your parents!"
Wednesday's eyes widened and she smiled lightly.
"It shall be fun," he smiled, "Can you imagine?"
She didn't bare to think about it.
"They hate me," she laughed coldly.
he kissed her lips awkwardly and he had always been this awkward, that much had never changed. He had grown somewhat, in the area of tact and licentiousness all at the same time.
"Your father asked if we wanted to go on an outing," he ran his fingers through her hair and placed his lips on hers again. It was the first time since they arrived they had been alone together and that had been almost a week. Wednesday yielded to him reluctantly, allowing him to pull her to rest against him.
"But I would like you to stay with me."
Wednesday's head shot-up, looking passed Joel to her Mother's silhouette in the dank doorway.
Morticia crossed her arms and narrowed her eyes, "Is it such an odd request?"
Joel stood up gingerly, "Good morning Mrs. Addams."
"Good morning Joel," Morticia smiled slightly and raised a brow, "Well, my husband is insisting on a trip to the zoo. He's already searching out the nets. But I'd like you to stay here Wednesday, I have things to do and with which I need your assistance."
Wedensday had never really enjoyed trips to the zoo, animals had never interested her like they did her siblings. Instead she mostly liked dead things, or close to dying. She found the way lions roared and attacked to be rather crude - she much preferred subtle methods of murder. This was why the only place she spent her time in the zoo was the reptile house. She could relate to snakes. Snakes were base enough to have many things in common with her.
"If you wish Mother," she climbed out of her bed, resting Marie Antoinette gently on the dresser beside her accompanying guillotine.
"Have fun," Morticia insisted to the group, "But behave yourself, all of you."
this comment was aimed at her particularly enthusiastic husband who was smiling with an almost manic excitement.
"Do you have your check book Gomez?" She questioned, "And Pubert's muzzle?"
"Yes cara mia," he smiled and placed a kiss on her cheek as he herded the group out of the door.
"So," Wednesday turned to her Mother, "What do you require me to assist you with?"
"A number of things," Morticia smiled serenely and slithered in the direction of the conservatory, "But first some morning tea."
Tea with her Mother was always one of those rare pleasantries and civilities that she had so adored as a child. There was the pewter tea set and stale cookies that Grandmamma continually kept stocked in the pantry. Of course, her Mother never actually ate the cookies but they were a pleasant thing to look at anyway, she supposed.
"How are you?" Morticia questioned as they took a seat in the conservatory, at her fathers usual chess table, "I feel as if we've barely had a moment together. Your younger siblings have a tendency to dominate a lot of my time."
Wednesday managed one of her awful smiles, "Indeed they do."
"Well, your father has drawn a provisional list of guests up but not knowing who Joel would like to invite, we were not so sure," she slid the paper toward her daughter, "So it's entirely up to you."
"It doesn't matter to me," Wednesday raised her eyes after a cursory glance at the sheet, "Joel's parents, will of course, be coming."
"Of course, I expected no less," Morticia looked over her tea cup.
"Have you thought of what you might wear?"
Wednesday motioned to her usual clothing on her body as if it were the most natural thing in the world, "This."
"I have something for you," Morticia stood up, "Follow me."
There had been few times in her life when Wednesday had been privileged enough to be in her Mother's dressing room. Leucosia, she knew, played in it often but this kind of vanity had never much interested Wednesday. It was a dark, sumptuous place with red velvet upholstered cushions scattered all over the floor, contrasted with mink and polar and fox furs. And one closet alone contained all the different versions of Morticia's infamous sheath. On the far wall there was a small table alongside a massive, gilded mirror. Morticia made her way across the room immediately and lifted a red parcel from the table, handing it to her daughter.
"I wish for you to have this."
Wednesday felt the dense weight of the package underneath her hands and, feeling the red satin on her fingers, deftly began untying the bow. The black satin within unfurled with weight, proving the expense of the material.
"Your wedding dress?" Wednesday stared at her Mother.
"It's probably bigger around the hips and bust," Morticia informed, "You're slighter than I was. Though it's nothing that can't be amended."
Wednesday turned to the mirror and held the garment against herself. A sudden rush of excitement invaded her and she couldn't find the words. It was the most beautiful thing she had ever seen. It was plain and perfect and everything she wanted it to be.
"Are you sure?"
"Hush!" Morticia ordered kindly, coming to stand behind her daughter and to stare at their reflection. Something passed between them, an understanding on Morticia's part and a gratefulness on Wednesday's. she dug her nails into her daughter's shoulder.
"You'll be a wonderful wife," she smiled, her unblinking eyes never faltering to assure Wednesday that her Mother knew everything and understood everything.
"Thank you," she let the heavy satin fall over her arm.
"Let me take this," Morticia took it from her and fetching one of the old worm-eaten hangers from the closet, hung it up, "I shall have Mamma fix it for you."
she made an odd noise and for a mere moment, Wednesday wondered if her Mother was showing some sort of emotion that she had never seen her mother display before. Sadness.
"Come on," she recovered well as her daughter stared at her. "I think I need some more of that tea."
"Your father and I will be married 20 years this year, you know," Morticia smiled over her tea-cup again, resting in much safer territory.
"That's an interminably long time," Wednesday answered, curling her hands round her knees as she brought them up to rest them under her chin.
"Not really, you would think so, but not really."
Wednesday was not generally curious about her parent's relationship. From a young age she had known it was founded on three things; trust, love and lust. This had always comforted her, she had known these were the staples of a relationship and she had already partly forged these all with Joel, particularly the love thing. Regardless of it's perversity and it's undeniably weird nature, it would always be love.
"Did you and father ever argue?"
Morticia's laugh tinkled through the conservatory, "Just last night we were arguing. He can be terribly stubborn, you know."
This came as a surprise to Wednesday for she had never known her parents to argue at all.
"My advice, my darling is always see your argument out and never go to bed on an argument or on fire," Morticia patted her hand gently, "I never fall asleep angry at him, it wouldn't be worth it."
This Wednesday couldn't understand, for she held grudges very well but she was trying to wade her way through this relationship with passivity and lack of grudges.
"We argued the night before we married," Morticia informed her lightly, "And being the monstrously cruel person that I was, I told him it was over. He took his last 100 dollar bill from his money clip and tore it apart, telling me that as long as we had each other the other things would sort themselves. And that two half's came together to make a glorious whole, that was worth an awful lot. My half is in my jewellery box, your father keeps his in his money clip still."
Wednesday tilted her head slightly, "That's a very odd way of assuming you must be together."
Morticia laughed gently, "Your father is a very odd man. Of course, we reconciled in his old hearse."
"I imagine so," Wednesday pulled a face, "I fear it shan't be that easy."
"Of course it will, as long as you have whips, poison and the knowledge as to how to manipulate him it will always work. It may not be easy but it will always be worth it."
"Your Father is not just my husband, husband's would be easy to come by. He is my closest ally, my best critic, the person who makes me laugh most in the entire world, the father of my children, my lover and my best friend. If you have that dear, you have everything."
" I do," Wednesday affirmed, "I will."
"Good," Morticia leaned back in her chair, "I am most glad. All we need now is a guest list."
Wednesday grimaced at the very thought.
Sorry it took so long =)