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Morticia moved the thorns from one table to the other, trying to decide which position would highlight their lethal potential. She was looking at another potential spot when two strong arms came around her waist and pulled her into a warm embrace.
“Calm Cara Mia. Everything is going to be wonderful.”
“Yes, but all four of them in the house. That hasn’t happened in almost 10 years.”
“And it’s about time it happens again. To see them all here. How I’ve missed them.“ Gomez twirled Morticia in his arms so that she faced him.
“As have I Gomez. It will be so good to see my loves again.” Gomez knelt down and started to kiss Morticia’s hand, looking up at her as he spoke.
“To hear the noise of a full house.”
“The explosions of joy.” Morticia crooned back.
“The screams of our enemies.”
“It has truly been too long.”
With that Gomez picked Morticia up and twirled around, ignored the growls from the carpet, and carried her to their bed chamber.
It would all be fine.
***
Wednesday stared out at the rain as the plane started to ascend to the sky. Her birthday, her 25th birthday. An important year by anybody’s standards, quarter of a century, and yet she felt as though she was going to the gallows (or Coachella) rather than a celebration in her honour. There was a feeling she couldn’t shake and her ancestors were being suspiciously quiet when she had tried to seance them.
She sighed and looked over at Brian and watched him slowly chew the sleeve of his shirt. Wednesday knew she shouldn’t have put him in his shirt before the landed, but she knew they were meeting Pugsley and Lurch at the airport. Wednesday placed a hand over his wrist and pulled the sleeve out of his mouth. Brian looked at her with large wide eyes and feebly tried to pull his arm back. She held on harder, digging her black nails into his skin, Brian whined quietly as he diverted his eyes to the arm rest the separated them.
Wednesday took pity on him and pulled the arm rest up, encouraging him to lean over to her lap. Once he was positioned comfortably she started stroking his hair. Brian sighed contently and Wednesday could feel the tension in his shoulders relax and his breathing getting slower.
She went back to looking out the rain soaked window and tried to remember why she had thought it a good idea to bring the puppy with her. He never did well travelling, trying to get him to visit her family in Hollywood Forever Cemetery from their apartment Was a nightmare, but her mother had sounded so happy on the phone. Wednesday felt she couldn’t say no. The idea that Wednesday may settle down was enough for her mother to plan a whole party, bringing her siblings from all over to come back a celebrate, under the guise of her 25th birthday.
Wednesday looked down at Brian, now fully asleep with a blissed out expression on his face. Was what they had worth all the fuss? Would they be the next Gomez and Morticia, the next great love story. Brian had done more than enough when Wednesday had told him that she needed to prove his love, but did she really love him enough in return?
***
Will tapped his fingers on his leg, trying to concentrate on re-creating the rhythm that Hannibal had played the night before as Will finished packing and dragging the cases out to the car for their early morning drive.
“You could help.” Will had said as he came back in and wiped sweat off his brow.
Hannibal just smiled and continued to play.
Will went back to their room to grab the last case, muttering about stupid cannibals not using their strength to help carry the bags. Will was only a little annoyed but he did like the music that had been played.
Will stopped his tapping and started humming the music as he remembered it.
“Darling, you have many talents,” Hannibal interrupted, “Singing is not one of them.”
Will wanted to be offended, but he just laughed. Hannibal may have a point.
“I was trying to show my appreciation of your skill.” Will said with a smirk. He could see an amused smile pulling at Hannibal’s lip.
The continued in a comfortable silence but as they continued their journey the nerves Will had tried to push away came back and he resumed the tapping on his leg.
“Will, all will be well.” Hannibal tried to comfort.
“But they can be rude and-“
“You have explained this all to me countless times. I am excited to be meeting your family.”
“They’ll love you, I know they will. I don’t know why I am worried.”
“It is normal for you to be worried when two important parts of your life-“
“Don’t.” Will cut him off sharply. “Don’t psychoanalyse this Hannibal. I just want you to say it’ll be okay.”
Hannibal put his hand on Will’s lap.
“It will all be okay. And your sister will love her present.”
“I still can’t believe we found someone to make it.” Will commented putting his hand over Hannibal’s larger one.
“They believed it was cow hide.”
With that they settled back into silence and Will prepared for Hannibal to meet his family.