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After their fight/revelation/reconciliation Wednesday explained to Enid all about her talk with Grandmama. Well, not directly after. Directly after was reserved for some fantastic makeup sex.
But once they found themselves embraced in each other, laying in bed, Wednesday explained everything. And just when Enid thought The Addams Family couldn’t get weirder, the sixth sense for pregnancy really threw that out the rose window.
So, as Enid found herself on a wander through the mansion not three days later, she couldn’t help but try and avoid the Addams matriarch. Wednesday was sure she knew everything, or at least something, and Enid was aware just how much of a blabbermouth she could be. Especially when she was excited.
And boy was she excited!
Lucky, however, she may not be. For as she meandered near the back garden, (garden being generous. The expansive courtyard led out to the Addams own private forest. Enid was sure it could be classed as a national park), she was accosted by none other than Morticia herself.
She was sitting on a black, ornate, outdoor bench next to a circular table and some singular chairs on said courtyard, enjoying a nice glass of red wine as the sun began to dip down onto the horizon.
She was facing away from the blonde, and there was a second where Enid thought she was in the clear. She had stopped suddenly when she saw her, and slowly took one step back before the woman’s voice hit her ears.
“Enid, mon arc-en-ciel. Please won’t you join me?”
Enid knew that Morticia’s powers were similar to Wednesdays. But as those words glided through the air, she couldn’t help but follow them to the seat adjacent to the dark haired woman. Was she part siren?
“Hey Morticia, how’s it hangin’?” She had dropped the formalities with each of Wednesday’s parents within the first five minutes of her first manor visit. They had both insisted on it. And both had studied up on the ‘slang’ of todays youth to ensure there would be no loss in translation. It was sweet of them.
“By a noose, my dear. And I do hope you’re in foul spirits?” She looked over at the blonde with a small smile. Morticia was, like her daughter, not one to give away too much in a look. Although Enid was used to this with her fiancé, said fiancé’s mother was a different story. The woman was giving her nothing.
She returned the smile with a genuine one of her own, foul spirits indeed. But she kept her eyes on the woman in front of her, attempting and failing to get a read on her.
‘Damn Morticia would make a sickass poker player.’ She mused.
The two fell into a comfortable silence, which they had done many a time. Although all times previous Enid wasn’t hiding the best secret of her life from her future mother-in-law, who potentially also knew of said secret.
Enid noticed after a while that she was bouncing her leg. A nervous habit. ‘Don’t give yourself away, Goddammit!’
She laid a hand on her leg and hoped Morticia hadn’t noticed. Maybe she could play it off as excessive werewolf energy? Or just excessive Enid energy?
‘Calm down dudette! She may not know. And even if she does, she doesn’t know that you know. So technically, you both know, and neither of you know. Ugh, this is confusing.’
She hadn’t realised she exhaled rather loudly until she felt the woman’s eyes back on her, having moved from the horizon.
“Everything okay, dear?”
What was funny to Enid was that everything was perfect. She was happy. Wednesday was happy. They were engaged. They were expecting a kid. This was literally a dream. Her dream!
And she’d done it all herself, without the help of her pack.
Her pack.
It wasn’t until now that she had even thought of them in regards to her current situation. She couldn’t help but let her mind wander to them right now. What would they think of all this? What would her mother think?
‘Oh no, rabbit hole incoming.’
Before she fell too far, Morticia’s voice broke through her reverie.
“Enid, honey? Where did you go? Somewhere dreary I hope.”
“Oh, sorry. I was actually just thinking… about my pack. My old pack I mean. And my mom.”
Dreary would be an understatement.
She spotted a slight eyebrow raise from the woman opposite. Enid hadn’t really spoken to the rest of the family about the Sinclairs. Wednesday had given them the gist of things and that was enough for them. They didn’t want to pry and Enid was thankful for it.
But perhaps the comfort she felt when in Morticia’s presence allowed her to be that bit more vulnerable. That, and the Pandora’s box she just opened by thinking of her perfect life and her mother at the same time was making her very nervous.
She saw the wine glass slide in front of her as Morticia called for Lurch to bring another. For whatever reason, Enid was about to refuse on account of the baby, before realising that made no sense.
‘Screw it, I’m not the pregnant one,’ she thought before taking a sip. She wasn’t much of a wine drinking, but she could appreciated that this was not some cheap liquor store bottle. As if the Addams’ would buy liquor store alcohol. She was pretty sure they owned their own vineyard.
Lurch arrived almost instantly with an empty glass and placed it on the table in front of Morticia. “Grazie” she thanked with a small wave and he grunted once before returning to the manor. A man of few words.
Morticia filled her glass and topped Enid’s up before fixing her with another unreadable gaze. It made Enid squirm, and she took another sip to have something to do.
Inside her mind was a cyclone. It had come on so suddenly that she wasn’t prepared. First she was ecstatic, then sad, and then angry. And now all three were fighting it out to try and win. Adding her wolfbrain into the mix was almost enough to induce a migraine.
“I hope that you would feel comfortable in telling me anything that might ail you, darling. There’s no judgement here.”
Once again the words were like a spell, and before she knew what she was doing she was explaining her thoughts to the older woman. Which was crazy, considering she wasn’t entirely sure she knew what her thoughts were right now.
“I’ve just been thinking about them. And me. And what they’d think of me right now.” That was a good start. And she hadn’t mentioned anything about the baby. Score one for Enid!
The both sipped from their glasses as Morticia took in Enid’s words. I’m her opinion, she didn’t much care for the girls old pack. Whatever they thought of the young wolf meant nothing. If they couldn’t appreciate what a fantastic young girl she was, and what a remarkable woman she’d become, it was their loss. And her gain.
But, alas, the wolf seemed to care in some way. Maybe not how she had before. But they were still on her radar. Perhaps for a certain reason? Who could tell? Certainly not Morticia.
“Mon chéri, it’s normal to have certain thoughts in regards to your old life. I guess you must ask yourself, why you want to know what they think?”
Enid had never been fishing, but she could tell this was bait. This woman was good!
Because she was able to pinpoint the exact reason for Enid’s sudden inner turmoil with only a sliver of the information.
Why did Enid care?
Well the answer was simple really.
Because she was fucking terrified of becoming her mother.
Two things were unbelievable to Enid at that very moment; the first being that she hadn’t even thought of this as being an issue until right now. And the second was how, even after all this time, Esther Sinclair could still work her manipulation over her daughter and turn her dream into a potential nightmare.
And not the fantastical nightmare Wednesday would revel in.
“I guess… I’m afraid… that I’ll become like… Her.” She wanted to add more. And maybe she would. But first, wine. She took a large gulp and felt it sting against her throat. Not the best way to deal with her problems but a welcome one all the same.
“Fear is a useful tool, dear. We can wield it like a weapon when needed.”
Enid snorted at this. “Tell that to Wednesday. I think she’d disagree. She’d use a real weapon anyway.”
Morticia smirked. “I’d be inclined to agree. But you think she hasn’t felt fear?”
Oh Enid knew Wednesday had felt fear. She’d admitted so three days prior. But Enid couldn’t tell the other woman that without spilling everything else. When had things gotten so confusing?
Oh, right. Like five minutes ago.
But Wednesday’s fear of everything happening right now wasn’t the same as her own. Wednesday was worried about them. About their future. Selfless.
Enid was worried about becoming a manipulative bitch like her own mother. Selfish.
Okay and now she was worried about being selfish. When did this spiral end?
“It’s not the same” she mumbled, afraid to say too much more. Her head dropped and she stared at the table, attempting to calm her thoughts.
“The fear? No, I doubt it is.” The woman agreed as she drank her wine. “You two, as great as you work together, feel very differently. But that’s not to say you’re not alike.”
Enid dragged her head back up and stared, brow furrowed in confusion. She did not have the current brainpower to understand what the Addams matriarch was getting at.
Morticia seemed to take pity on the werewolf as she gazed at her with soft eyes. “M she decided to change tack. “What is it about Wednesday you admire?”
Enid had to hold back from flying into a gushing verbal onslaught on what she admired about Wednesday. Although she had a feeling Morticia would be all too happy to sit and listen. Holding her wolfbrain back, she decided to stick to the main points.
“Well… She’s honest. To herself and to those around her. Doesn’t hold back from doing what she thinks is the right thing. Shes brave. She’s not afraid to be herself-“
She stopped when she heard a chuckle coming from across the table. What had she said that was so funny?
“My apologies, Enid. It’s just, can you not see it?”
She really couldn’t. For someone who had 20/20 vision, Enid felt blind at this very moment. She shook her head slowly and hoped Morticia took pity on her once again.
“My dear, you’ve just described yourself in those words.”
Enid nearly scoffed at that. Those words weren’t her, they were Wednesday. Enid was selfish, hadn’t she literally just been thinking about herself when she should have been thinking about Wednesday and their unborn child?
“You may not think they’re about you, but I know that’s how Wednesday would see it.”
Is that how Wednesday would describe her? That girl made Enid feel like she was the the world. If Wednesday could see her like that, why couldn’t Enid see herself that way?
“Tell me something, do you think Wednesday could ever turn out like like… Esther?” The woman’s name tasted of bitter poison on Morticia’s tongue.
“Never!” This was the one sure thought she’d had during this whole conversation. “But Wednesdays had you guys as a guide, I’ve had-“
“And you both turned out such frightfully wonderfully people. So why not give yourself the credit you deserve? That, despite all you’ve been through, you’ve become your best self.”
Her words wrapped around Enid like a blanket. Enveloped her in a love she hadn’t known she wanted or was lacking. She felt her eyes brim with tears as she took another mouthful of wine to try, in vain, to stop herself from crying.
She wasn’t sure why she couldn’t give herself the credit she deserved. But she couldn’t argue that Morticia was right. Where she’d gotten to right now was because of herself. Not her pack. Not her mother. Her!
She heard Morticia move and take the seat next to her. Felt an arm around her shoulder and moved to place her head onto the older woman’s shoulder as she sobbed.
‘This is so embarrassing.’
She eventually settled down, the tears had stopped falling and her breathing had returned to normal. As much as she didn’t want to, she removed herself from Morticia and mumbled a sheepish apology. She wiped her eyes to remove any remaining tears.
Settling back into her new chair, the woman waved her apology away with a slender hand. “Please, darling, you have nothing to be sorry for. There’s nothing like an honest conversation to finish off a lovely Romanee Conti.”
The wolf chuckled at this and took another drink, finishing off her glass. When Morticia offered her more, she shook her head. That was enough wine and emotional turmoil for one evening.
“Thank you, for this. I hadn’t realised how much I had kept in over the last while. Feels good to finally let it out.”
And it did, it wasn’t a lie. Enid felt so much less afraid than she had at the beginning of their impromptu heart to heart. Or, more accurately, her trauma dumping on her future mother-in-law.
‘Ain’t nothing like a good wine and a lovingly mother figure. Who knew?!’
“It’s been my pleasure, Enid. You are a fantastic wolf, and a remarkable addition to this family. Don’t let anyone make you think otherwise.”
Enid blushed at the compliment as she stood up. She hadn’t realised how dark it had gotten during their talk, the sun finishing its dip below the horizon and the moon shining brightly in its place. It made her feel invigorated. Her wolfbrain howled with happiness.
She nodded at Morticia in goodbye and started to make her way back into the manor. She wanted to find Wednesday, her wolfbrain itching at the lack of the goth.
“I wouldn’t worry too much, mi pequeña arcoiris, you’ll make a terrific mother.”
Enid stopped dead in her tracks, her heart racing at those words.
‘Had she known the whole time? And if so, would Wednesday kill her before the birth of their child or after?’
“Eventually… When the time comes, of course.” Morticia added, smirking while facing away from the rainbow wolf.
‘Oh yeah, she knew!’
Enid laughed nervously as she began to power walk back into the manor. “Yeah, totes… and thanks again!” She shouted, before breaking out into a run once her feet hit the wooden floor. She needed to tell Wednesday, and hide as many weapons as she possibly could.
Maybe hide the weapons first, then let Wednesday know her mom knew that she knew.
‘Ugh! Too confusing!’
The things she did for this family.