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Ok. So. Let’s say, hypothetically, Enid wasn’t paying attention like she was supposed to. Maybe she caught a glimpse of the new Seventeen vinyl in the window of the Jericho music shop. Maybe she lost where Wednesday went, even though she was supposed to watch her.
But those are all hypotheticals…
She swore Wednesday was right next to her on the sidewalk one minute and then the next; she was gone.
Leave it to Wednesday to escape Enid’s grasp after she looked away for literally a split second.
But who was Enid fooling? This situation was definitely her fault.
She promised Principal Weems she would keep an eye on Wednesday and then she went ahead and broke that promise all because of her stupid obsession with a K-Pop group.
She was absolutely livid with herself.
Now something happened to Wednesday because of her.
Her!
Yes, Enid Sinclair. The roommate and best friend, who was hopelessly in love with Wednesday Addams.
Now Wednesday was in some weird magical fairytale-like coma.
Who the fuck knew what actually happened?
Not her! Because she wasn’t there!
In the middle of an alley, Wednesday was unconscious but breathing steadily when Enid located her.
To say Enid freaked out would be an understatement.
At first, she thought maybe she had a vision or maybe someone had hurt her. But Enid couldn’t find a single scratch on the girl’s body.
And before you ask… no, she did not lift up her shirt to check because that would be an invasion of privacy and Enid was all about consent. Plus, Wednesday hated touch, and she didn’t want to break that boundary, even if the girl was unconscious—well, technically, she did carry her all the way back to the school, but what she didn’t know wouldn’t hurt her.
Enid used her heightened senses to try to detect any blood on her. She got a whiff of absolutely nothing. Nada.
Well, except for the familiar smell of ink and honey.
So here she was, currently watching Wednesday in a deep, peaceful slumber in the middle of the infirmary.
The wolf had been hovering over her since they got back.
Yoko had to practically push Enid away from the bed at least three times for her own sanity.
She already had to hear it from Principal Weems.
How did you lose her?!
Enid, I specifically assigned you this task because I trusted that you also had Wednesday’s best interest at heart.
I’m incredibly disappointed, Ms. Sinclair.
Not like she hadn’t heard that last one before.
In addition to being reprimanded, she was also mentally criticizing herself for what had happened.
Idiot! Idiot! Idiot!
Enid Sinclair, always the disappointment.
She could hear her mother’s nagging and judgmental voice in the back of her head.
Enid shook those thoughts off quickly. Wednesday despised her mother. The ravenette hated when she thought like that, so Enid tried her hardest to think more positively, but it was getting increasingly difficult. The more time the girl was unconscious, the worse the thoughts got.
She couldn’t help it! It really was her fault, wasn’t it?
The headmaster's loud clacking of heels was what finally got her attention.
Weems had a big black worn leather book tucked under her arm with her signature ‘I know how to fix this’ look on her face.
Enid let out a relieved sigh. Maybe Wednesday would be okay.
As soon as the principal walked in, everyone stood up from their chairs—well, except for Enid, who was still standing by Wednesday’s side.
“What’s that?” Bianca asked curiously as she pointed to the enormous book in Weems’ possession.
Everyone who Wednesday had a partial yet miniscule tolerance for were all gathered in the infirmary.
“Well, children, I have a solution,” the older woman spoke, her head held high in confidence.
“To answer your question, Ms. Barclay. Wednesday's great-great-great-great uncle, Randolph Addams, authored this book.”
Bianca arched an eyebrow as the woman continued to explain.
“The Addams family has a unique bloodline. There have been many interspecies couples down the line, making Wednesday a very hard human being to injure or kill. Anyhow, someone had cursed one of these couples centuries ago. The only way to bring an Addams back to the land of the living was via the true love’s kiss.”
Enid’s mouth went agape as their principal spoke. True love’s kiss?!
“Pardon me, Principal Weems, but are you suggesting that in order to wake Wednesday up, her soulmate must kiss her?” Bianca asked.
Xavier’s eyes lit up at the prospect of kissing Wednesday Addams. Enid had to bite her tongue from saying anything nasty to the long-haired boy. What a creeper.
“Precisely. The true love’s kiss works for comas and other serious incidences such as death and various injuries. Enemies have cursed the Addams family several times. They certainly have never been the outcasts’ favorite people.”
“We can tell,” Yoko muttered. Enid glared at her, punching her in the shoulder.
“Ow!”
Yoko pouted, rubbing her shoulder soothingly.
Ignoring Yoko’s pain, Enid turned to Weems. “How do we know who Wednesday’s true love is?” Enid questioned. The thought of anyone else kissing Wednesday made her feel sick.
“Well. We do not know, but I have called Mr. Galpin since he seems to be the only one who has had any romantic relations with Ms. Addams.”
“Tyler?!” Enid and Xavier shouted in unison.
She nodded. “He is not the most favorable choice, but it is our best bet.”
“Wednesday doesn’t even like the dude,” Yoko replied.
“Does she even like anyone?” Bianca added.
“Plus, he’s a normie!” Xavier exclaimed.
Weems let out a sigh, hearing the teens simultaneously express their worries.
“Wait a minute. What about consent?” Enid asked.
Eugene nodded rapidly, agreeing along with her. “Consent is key!” He really didn’t want to have to kiss Wednesday. She was like his sister!
“Well, Ms. Sinclair. Would you rather have her be in a coma for the rest of her life?”
Enid shook her head instantly.
“We can’t exactly ask her for her consent right now,” Bianca said, gesturing to Wednesday’s unconscious body on the bed.
Enid took care to make sure the blanket was firmly tucked in around the girl and even laid her in her favorite sleeping position.
Yoko teased her about it the whole time. Why does she sleep like she is a corpse in a coffin? She had asked. Wouldn’t you know? Enid had retorted.
“Okay, but do we really need Tyler? He—“ Enid's words were silenced when the door to the room opened without warning.
“I came as soon as I heard!”
Speak of the devil.
The entire room went quiet until Weems spoke up.
“Hello, Mr. Galpin. I’m assuming you have gotten my voicemail,” the headmaster greeted him.
“Yes!” he heaved. He must’ve run a marathon to get there with the way he was breathing.
The boy wiped the sweat from his brow.
“What exactly happened?” He put his hands on his knees, trying to catch his breath.
“We are not entirely sure, but let us try my theory.”
Tyler nodded nervously as he walked up to the bed.
Enid wanted to kill him. Maybe this would be the only thing she and Xavier would agree on.
“Did you at least brush your teeth before you got here?” Enid heard Yoko say cheekily. Bianca stifled a laugh.
“Be nice,” Divina whispered to her girlfriend.
Tyler glared at the vampire. But Yoko's fierce look back made the boy seem like he was ready to piss himself.
It brought Enid’s heart much joy.
“Y-yes?”
“Why did that sound like more of a question rather than an answer?” Yoko smirked.
Poor Wednesday.
“Yes! Of course I did. I-I did brush my teeth this morning. Why wouldn’t I?” He waved his hands around wildly as he talked. Was he trying to convince them or himself?
“Enough. Please.” Weems gestured towards Wednesday.
Tyler nodded with a nervous gulp as he peered down at the goth girl.
He held the right side of her face with a shaky hand and leaned towards her at an incredibly awkward angle.
He eventually pressed his lips to Wednesday’s for a few seconds and then pulled back.
Enid almost cheered out loud when nothing happened. Wednesday’s eye didn’t even twitch. She didn’t move a muscle.
Tyler frowned, and Enid swore she saw his eyes water.
“I’m sorry. Now let us try Xavier, perhaps?” Larissa said, pointing to Xavier.
“Hold up!” Bianca called out. “What makes you think it’s even a boy?”
Before Weems could reply, Tyler interjected.
“She’s definitely not into girls,” he said, disgust lacing his tone as he wiped a stray tear from his cheek.
What a big man-baby.
“What is that supposed to mean?” Yoko said, her arms crossed over her chest with a raised eyebrow.
“I-I mean. I don’t t-think, um, Wednesday swings that way,” he sputtered.
“Yes, cause you know Wednesday soooo well…” Enid drawled out sarcastically, a scowl on her face.
“I do!” he retorted, turning to face Enid. A vein was practically popping out of his forehead.
“Mhm, sure. Anyway. Can someone please get his homophobic ass outta here?” Bianca said.
Ajax went to grab him, but he quickly pulled away from the gorgon’s reach.
“No! Let me try again, please!” he shouted, his lip trembling.
The principal rolled her eyes with a sigh. “If it didn’t work the first time, it will not work the second time, Mr. Galpin. I believe it is best if you leave the premises.”
Ajax grabbed him harshly by the arm and escorted him out. As he moved away from the infirmary, the group could hear the volume of his cries and pleas dwindling.
“Pathetic,” Yoko mumbled.
“Jeez, who isn’t obsessed with her?” Eugene spoke.
“Well me, Bianca, Ajax, Divina, you—“
Enid glared at her vampire best friend.
“Okay, sooo…” Bianca cut her off awkwardly, clapping her hands in front of her.
Weems nodded towards Xavier.
“Do we really have to continue this?” Enid said as she bit her lip anxiously.
“Yes, I’m sorry, dear. I know Wednesday would surely despise this.”
Xavier moved to the side of the infirmary bed and gave a nervous, small smile to the group.
He licked his lips. Ew.
“Well, here goes nothin,” he muttered.
Xavier leaned down and pressed his chapped lips to Wednesday’s soft ones.
He did it a little too long for Enid’s liking. Even longer than Tyler. Maybe because he knew he would never get the chance ever again. Enid smiled at the thought. Ha!
“Okay, that’s enough.” Larissa cleared her throat.
Xavier leapt away, his eyes wide and his cheeks flushed a deep shade of red.
“S-sorry.”
Xavier looked down and saw that Wednesday still hadn’t woken up. He frowned and stalked off to sit in one of the empty infirmary seats.
“I refuse to do it. She’s basically my sister,” Eugene grimaced, adjusting his glasses.
“I’ll go last if it doesn’t work for the rest,” Enid spoke up nervously.
She was too afraid to go. If Wednesday didn’t wake up from her kiss, she would be heartbroken. So, she opted to go last if she didn’t wake up from the others’ kisses.
Maybe that was a stupid thing to do, but Enid was too overemotional to really think straight—not that she really thought straight at all, though.
It was unbearable for her to stand there and witness people kissing an unconscious Wednesday.
“Fine. Let us try the ladies next,” Weems instructed.
Wednesday woke up with a gasp, her eyes blinking open slowly.
She was met with bright fluorescent lights. She immediately shut her eyes.
She blinked a few times and then opened them again, her dark eyes slowly adjusting to the light.
She took a look around and saw she was in the school's infirmary. What had happened?
She stood up from the dirty floor that she had woken up on and spotted Weems, Yoko, Bianca, Xavier, Enid, Eugene, Ajax, Divina and even Thing, all surrounding one of the occupied beds. The nurse was also sitting at her desk, observing the group.
“Enid?” she whispered. No response.
“Principal Weems?” she tried again. Still no response.
She inched closer to the group and tried to tap Enid on the shoulder, but her hand immediately went through the blonde’s transparent body.
Looking at the small person on the bed, she recognized it was her.
Wednesday went wide-eyed.
She couldn’t recall what had happened. But she was either dead or having a vision. That much was clear.
That was when she overheard what the group was discussing.
She heard Weems explain true love’s kiss and her first thought was to kill someone. She didn’t know who—preferably a family member—but she definitely wanted to hack someone up into teeny tiny pieces to ease her aggression. But of course, she wouldn't be able to do that if she was in a coma or having a vision.
Wednesday had to watch the whole scene unfold. She wanted to throw up when each of them kissed her. Especially Tyler and Xavier.
She was thankful Eugene had a brain and the common decency to refuse such a thing.
Wednesday was never going to fall in love. So, to her, this was all pointless. She would rather be in a coma forever than have to show affection and love to one singular person for the rest of her life. Or so she thought…
When it was finally Enid’s turn, Wednesday felt her heart start to race. She didn’t know why.
“You got this, dude.” Wednesday heard Yoko’s words of encouragement as she patted her best friend on the back.
She watched as Enid played with the sleeve of her favorite sweater nervously. Since Wednesday and Enid roomed together, Wednesday had noticed Enid's nervous habits.
It seemed the wolf needed something to fidget with to ease her stress. She would pick at her cuticles, the loose threads on her blanket, or even her own sleeves.
Wednesday got her a pink and black fidget cube last semester and put it on her desk. Thing had informed her what exactly the small contraption was.
The memory was practically ingrained in her brain. She thought of Enid’s broad smile as soon as she walked back into the room and saw it on her desk.
Wednesday did not want to leave a note. She did not want Enid to think she was growing weak. So, she remained anonymous.
Enid had told her with much enthusiasm that it must be from a secret admirer. Wednesday only nodded and listened to Enid as she rambled on excitedly, listing off the people it could be.
Wednesday had no idea that Enid had figured it out, but Enid decided not to reveal this in order to maintain Wednesday's comfort, since she knew how the apathetic girl was. But she sure did appreciate the thoughtful gift. That day was the day she finally realized Wednesday truly cared about her.
Wednesday watched as Enid grabbed a hold of her hand and gave it a light squeeze. Probably as an apology for invading her personal space. Enid was the only one who respected her boundaries.
For some odd reason, Wednesday didn’t seethe at the thought of Enid touching her.
Enid let go of her hand and placed her hands on Wednesday’s cheeks delicately, running the pad of her thumb over the smooth skin.
Wednesday could feel her heart thumping rapidly in her ribcage.
“I’m sorry for this,” Enid mumbled as she pressed her lips to Wednesday’s briefly. That’s when Wednesday watched herself bolt up from the bed with wide eyes. She grabbed Enid's collar and pulled her closer. Their lips met again in a passionate kiss.
Enid was her soulmate?
Wednesday was confused. Was this a vision, then? Why hadn’t she woken up? She had so many questions rattling around in her brain.
Unexpectedly, a white door showed up in the center of the infirmary, right in front of her.
Wednesday grabbed the doorknob, slowly twisting it open. When she walked through the door, she was suddenly transported outside to Jericho Park.
“This is so exciting!” she heard her bubbly roommate shout with a clap of her hands.
Ahead of her, she could see herself and Enid sitting on a black-and-white checkered blanket with a picnic basket.
“Our first date, Wends! I had to make it special,” she grinned, taking out individually wrapped sandwiches. “I called your mom and made your favorites!”
Wednesday felt her face heat up and her legs wobble as she observed herself kiss Enid sweetly on the lips, an illuminated grin appearing on her usually expressionless face.
She wanted to scream.
The one thing she swore she would never do. She was supposed to never fall in love! Now her mother was going to tease her mercilessly if these visions were real. Or maybe this was just a really weird and oddly specific dream?
Or maybe you’re just in denial…
Wednesday shook her head.
“Anything I do with you is special, cara mia,” Wednesday said, intertwining their fingers.
“Aw, who knew Wednesday Addams would be such a romantic?” Enid exclaimed, leaning over and giving Wednesday a quick peck on the cheek.
Wednesday scowled at her girlfriend(?)
“Do not speak of this to anyone or I will—“
Enid interrupted Wednesday’s threat. “Or you’ll make a rug out of my fur. Yeah, yeah, I know, baby,” Enid giggled. Wednesday couldn’t help but grin at the sight.
A second door appeared in front of her.
She secretly (very secretly) couldn’t wait to see what was behind door number two.
As soon as she walked in, she heard moans and gasps of pleasure.
Wednesday hesitated. On second thought—maybe she didn’t want to see it at all. Okay, where’s the next door?
Wednesday watched future-Enid straddle her half-naked future-self while peppering kisses down her neck.
All she had on was a black bra and underwear.
Enid was sucking and leaving love bites as she went. To her abashment, she could even see a very visible damp spot on her underwear.
When Enid put her knee between Wednesday’s legs, pressing it to the area she needed her most, she heard herself gasp loudly, breaking away from the kiss.
“Are you sure you want to do this?” Enid asked tenderly, caressing Wednesday’s face, leaning in to give her another quick and gentle kiss for comfort.
Wednesday breathed heavily as she looked up at Enid. Her lips were swollen from what present-Wednesday assumed was their heavy make-out session.
She nodded, pupils dilated.
“I need verbal consent, baby.“
“Y-yes,” she stuttered.
Enid grinned, her eyes filled with lust as she dragged an unsheathed claw down Wednesday’s abdomen. She shuddered at the touch.
When Enid started trailing her fingers below the hem of her underwear. The next door finally surfaced.
Oh, thank the devil.
Wednesday covered her eyes. She heard herself start to moan Enid’s name loudly as she ran to enter the next—and hopefully more appropriate—vision.
She was relieved to see herself at the academy once again.
This time, she observed Enid coming down the stairs in a lengthy, frilly pink dress. She hated that color, but it never looked bad on the blonde. In fact, she looked absolutely stunning.
Wednesday assumed that they were at a school dance. Maybe the next Rave’N.
She had donned a black suit and tie this time.
"My, my, you look quite fetching," Enid giggled, when she met Wednesday at the bottom step.
Wednesday’s mouth was partly opened. Her girlfriend’s beauty blew her away.
“And you look absolutely ravishing, mi loba,” Wednesday said, taking Enid’s hand and giving it a loving kiss.
Oh god, she was just like her father.
“Ironic that I look more like sleeping beauty than you,” Enid had said, helping the shorter girl adjust her tie.
“I’m not sure what you mean. I’ve never seen any of those frivolous fairytales,” she replied in her usual monotone voice, although her tone was always slightly softer with her girlfriend. She took Enid’s hand and guided her to the dance.
“Seriously, Wends? You were practically in one yourself just last year!” Enid exclaimed.
Wednesday watched them walk away, Enid practically skipping happily as the next door appeared.
Wednesday felt colder immediately as she stepped inside the next vision. Not that she minded it. She was practically immune to the cold.
It was nighttime now. The lights were so bright and colorful, it must've been around Christmas time. She could hear Christmas music blaring from a shop in the distance.
Christmas was Enid’s favorite holiday, and December was her favorite month. Don’t ask why Wednesday still remembered that.
Light snowfall started to come down. Wednesday hated to admit it, but the sight was breathtakingly beautiful—or, breathtakingly horrendous in Addams speak.
Wednesday was wearing her favorite black winter jacket and her old pair of black leather gloves. Her hair was still braided, as per usual.
Enid had on a fluffy blue coat with a light blue winter hat to top it off. Her face was all red from the cold. She looked absolutely adorable. Wednesday never thought she would ever think of anyone or anything as adorable.
She watched her future self get down on one knee, a small black velvet box in her hand.
“Enid. From a very early age, I have resigned myself to a life of solitude, one where I could avoid the inconvenience of interpersonal relationships. I never understood the appeal, nor did I ever desire to be desired. But in recent years, I have come to acknowledge that my perception was skewed. Furthermore, I have failed to realize my susceptibility to the disease with which my parents have suffered miserably for decades. I certainly never anticipated to be rendered so powerless at another’s touch. Yet, here we are. More importantly, here you are. Enid… you have demolished me. You have brought sunlight to the murky valleys of my soul, and though I once detested the light, I find myself inevitably drawn to it. To you. Enid, the part of me that still revels in the darkness, loathes to admit how much I need you, but I can no longer deny it. I am enamored by you, and I do not wish to ever part from you. Enid… I entreat you… would you do me the absolute terror of marrying me?”
From the very first sentence uttered, Enid was already bawling.
“Holy cannoli, Wends. Yes! Of course! Yes! Yes! Yes!” She jumped up and down excitedly. Wednesday couldn’t help but smile at her bubbly fiancé.
"I'm not sure I'll ever be able to give a speech as good as that one," she said as she wiped away her still flowing tears. They just kept coming.
Wednesday got back up on her own two feet and put the sparkling pink diamond ring on Enid’s finger.
“Oh god, I love you,” Enid said, grabbing Wednesday’s jacket and pulling her in for a kiss.
“I love you too, Enid. So much,” Wednesday whispered softly against her lips.
Present-Wednesday didn’t think she had ever seen herself smile that much.
She believed that in these visions she had smiled far more than she had in the last seventeen years of her dull existence.
Wednesday gently wiped the tears from Enid's face and planted kisses on both of her rosy cheeks.
The wolf embraced her as larger snowflakes started to float down around them. Wednesday buried her face comfortably into the crook of Enid’s neck.
It was dreadfully romantic.
Wednesday didn’t realize how much she needed these visions to be real.
If they weren’t, she didn’t know how she would feel.
Seeing herself with Enid was a concept she didn’t know she needed until now.
If she had not been so consumed by her investigations, she would have recognized her feelings earlier.
She was feeling overwhelmed because of all of these emotions.
She was feeling ill, her head was spinning, and all she wished for was to wake up.
With a shaky breath, she finally made it to the next glowing white door.
When it was Enid’s turn, she was an absolute nervous wreck.
What if Wednesday never woke up?
What if Wednesday hadn’t even met her true love yet?
What if her true love wasn’t her?!
"You got this, dude," Yoko said in an encouraging voice as she gave her best friend a supportive pat on the back.
Enid played with the sleeve of her pink sweater nervously.
She slowly made her way to the bed.
The blonde grabbed Wednesday’s hand and gave it a gentle, apologetic squeeze. It was an attempt at an apology for, you know, breaking her very strictly set boundaries.
She noticed Thing out of the corner of her eye. ‘Just do it already!’ he signed.
Releasing the hand of the sleeping girl, Enid caressed Wednesday's cheeks lightly with her thumbs, marveling at the softness of her flawless skin.
“I’m sorry for this,” Enid mumbled as she pressed her lips to Wednesday’s briefly.
The moment their lips touched, Wednesday bolted up in the bed with wide eyes and a determined yet desperate look on her face.
Enid was astounded by the amount of emotion Wednesday was displaying.
She seemed to be the only one capable of reading Wednesday’s feelings through her eyes. People would often say Wednesday was emotionless, yet her eyes spoke a different language.
The smaller girl yanked Enid closer by her collar, which was a surprisingly soft material, and held her close, their lips connecting in a passionate kiss.
She needed this. They both did.
Enid was just happy that she wouldn’t end up alone like she had always feared.
She, Enid Sinclair, had a soulmate.
She was in utter disbelief.
“No way!” Yoko exclaimed loudly with a wide grin, her fangs showing.
Xavier huffed.
“Beautiful,” Weems whispered as she clasped her hands together behind her back. She always loved a good love story.
“Let us provide them with some privacy, children, Ms. Valentine.” She beckoned to the teenagers and the academy nurse to join her in the hallway.
They all nodded and quickly left the room. They heard Thing's pitter patter as he left the room along with them. Xavier seemed the most hesitant to leave the girls alone.
It was never gonna happen, dude. Give it up already!
You can’t defy fate—well, unless you were an Addams, but in this case, Wednesday didn’t mind how her future would turn out, now that she knew what it was.
When the girls separated, they brought their foreheads together.
The corner of Wednesday’s mouth was slightly upturned. Enid was beaming.
“Well, that was eventful,” Enid muttered.
“Eventful, indeed,” Wednesday said with a nod of agreement.
“You need to tell me what happened!” She continued her rambling. “I’m so sorry, I should’ve been behind you, but I got distracted and—“
Wednesday frowned.
“This is in no way your fault, Enid. I chose to continue going whilst knowing you were distracted. If anything, it is most certainly my fault and for that, I apologize.”
Enid bit her lip with a nod. She grabbed Wednesday’s hand and settled on the bed next to her.
“Are you okay with me, ya know, being affectionate and what not? Since we are, ya know…” Enid asked nervously, gesturing to them both. Even if they were soulmates, she still wanted to respect Wednesday’s boundaries. She would wait a million years until the girl was ready.
“Of course. I'm utterly enthralled by you, Enid,” Wednesday whispered. Her eyes sparkled with love. “I thought that was obvious by now,” she added, entwining their fingers together.
Enid couldn’t help but giggle. Her eyes had unknowingly started to water.
“I love you, Wednesday. I think I always have.”
Enid leaned down to give Wednesday another affectionate kiss. Those lips would be the only thing she craved for the rest of her life.
“While I was in my coma, I saw multiple visions of us in the future.” Wednesday began to speak once they pulled apart.
Enid laid down and cuddled up into the other girl’s side as she listened. She leaned her head against Wednesday’s shoulder.
“Oooo! Tell me! Tell me!” She sounded like a toddler begging for a bedtime story.
Wednesday reminisced about Pugsley's younger days. She would purposely tell him horror stories instead of any that were appropriate for children. She always loved seeing the terrified look on his face.
“Well, firstly, I saw our first kiss, then our first date, as well as the first time we fornicate—“
“Fornicate?!” Enid cut her off in a squeaky voice. Wednesday simply nodded like that wasn’t a vital piece of information.
Enid’s face flushed at the thought.
“Then I saw us at the next school dance. I saw myself propose to you. At the end, I also observed our wedding and you delivering our first-born daughter, Ophelia, but those were quite brief—” she went on. It was hard for Enid to even wrap her head around this new information.
The blonde sat up almost instantly at the last revelation, her heart beating rapidly. Enid had always wanted to be a mother, but she never expected Wednesday to entertain the thought of having children or even being in an intimate relationship.
“Our first-born what?! ”
Wednesday nodded in confirmation. Apparently, this wasn’t at all a big deal to her as much as it was to Enid.
“I am feeling quite drained. I would like to rest, Enid. That is, if it is okay with you?”
“Wednesday, you can’t just tell me all of that and then—never mind, yes, you should rest. We’ll talk about this later,” the blonde spoke, cuddling back up into Wednesday’s side.
She wanted to hear more but she couldn’t be selfish. Wednesday needed her rest after her weird coma—in which they still didn’t know what had exactly happened.
“You promise we will talk about it all later, right?” Enid asked, needing reassurance. She brought her pinky to Wednesday’s own.
“When my uncle failed to keep his word, he would chop off his own finger,” Wednesday said casually and Enid grimaced.
She decided not to discuss the more gruesome details about that little fun fact.
“Good to know, Wends,” Enid replied sarcastically.
Wednesday interlocked their pinkies and they both drifted off to sleep with contented faces and overflowing hearts of love.