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“Mama, I’m ready!” Dean hit the bottom of the stairs, giving her a toothy grin. He was wearing his favorite shirt, the one with a flying bat on the front.
“I see that,” Wednesday said approvingly. Today, the Sheriff was taking his grandson out for a day of fishing. He’d told them not to worry about any of the necessaries as he still had Tyler’s gear from when he was a kid. Although, she still planned on sending along...equipment of her own. “Now, do you remember what we talked about?”
“Uh-huh!” Dean nodded.
“Which was?”
“If I make Grandpa Don’s eye twitch, I get five whole dollars,” the little boy bounced on his heels.
“And if you cause so much havoc that he starts drinking?”
“I get ten dollars!”
“That’s right,” she patted him on the head. “I know you’ll make me proud.”
Dean giggled, throwing his arms around her waist. From the entryway to the kitchen, Tyler came to stand there, shaking his head in amusement.
“Daddy!” Dean whirled around. “Can I bring Nimbus with me?”
Nimbus was their one year old black cat. Tyler found him meowing hungrily outside of his coffee shop. He didn’t have the heart to leave him out there all alone, so he scooped him up in a box and took him back home. Dean was absolutely enthralled with him. Those two were constantly together. Nimbus would even stand guard outside of the bathroom when Dean was showering, waiting for him to finish.
“I don’t think he’d like the water much, Bud,” Tyler ruffled his hair. “But why don’t you go say goodbye before you leave?”
“Okay!” Dean rushed off, hollering for the cat.
“Inside voice!” Tyler called. His gaze shifted over to Wednesday, eyebrows raising. She just raised hers back at him.
“Something you want to say?”
“Do I want to know why you’re bribing our son?” Tyler said.
“I should think it’s fairly obvious.”
“ Mhm ,” he pulled her closer by the waist. “Are you hoping he’ll give my dad an aneurysm?”
“Not yet, We’ve got a few more years to prepare for that,” Wednesday tilted her head to give him better access to her neck, inhaling at the line of kisses she felt going up.
“Aren’t we supposed to model good behavior?” he mumbled in between.
“I never promised that,” she said dismissively.
“I’m pretty sure it’s kind of an expected thing with being his parents.”
“If anyone expects it out of me, they will surely be disappointed.”
The kissing stopped. Tyler simply held her. With them soon to be kid-free for the entire day, he wanted to use that time just for them. There hadn’t been many opportunities for the two of them to get alone time together since Dean’s birth. Wednesday privately agreed with him.
Her back hit the nearest wall with a soft thud . “Just wait till I have you alone,” Tyler whispered, his voice husky.
“And what do you intend to do with me?” She felt his hands resting near her bottom.
“You’ll just have to find out, won’t you, Addams?”
The ring of the doorbell interrupted them. Their eyes having been locked on each other, now forced to break apart.
“Grandpa Don’s here!” Dean shrieked, running as fast as his little legs could carry. He tried to open the front door, his hands reaching up and freezing at the sound of his father’s voice.
“What did we say about opening the door?” Tyler raised a brow.
“Let you or Mama get it,” Dean wore that smile of a child who was about to do something he knew he wasn’t supposed to do.
Tyler ruffled his hair, pulling the door open. On the other side, the Sheriff was there and was soon ambushed by an overexcited six year old.
“Grandpa Don!” Dean hugged him tightly.
“Let him breathe, Dean,” Tyler tried pulling him back but to no avail.
“It’s alright,” the Sheriff bent down to return the embrace. “Hey, buddy. You ready to go fishing?”
“Yeah!” Dean beamed.
“That's all he’s talked about,” Tyler chuckled. Dean had talked about the activity nonstop since finding out about it a week ago. Wednesday would have put some NyQuil in his beverages to cease all the unnecessary talking but her husband was adamant they shouldn’t drug their son.
“Sheriff,” Wednesday greeted, striding into the hallway.
“Addams,” he responded.
Tyler got on his knees to get on Dean’s level and redirect his attention. “ Be good for Grandpa Don, okay? Do what he says and don’t go causing any trouble.”
Dean threw his arms around Tyler’s neck. Unbeknownst to anyone else, he sent a mischievous grin to his mother. “Okay, Daddy.” He went to Wednesday next, and she slipped the grenades into his pockets. All the while the sheriff was unaware, his attention focused on Tyler, who inquired about how Jericho was doing as of lately.
“Use this wisely,” she instructed quietly.
“Yes, Mama,” he whispered back.
Donovan hauled the fishing gear towards the edge of a pond, breathing in the great outdoors. “Have you ever been fishing?” he asked his grandson, who nodded.
“Mama and Uncle Pugsley takes me lots of times.”
Huh. He wouldn’t have pegged Addams as an outdoors kind of person. “Alright, so you know what to do. Have you put the worm on the fishing rod before?”
Dean tilted his head to the side, furrowing his eyebrows.
“I’ll take that as a no,” Donovan deduced. “Alright. I’ll do it. You just watch.” He took the littlest rod, a beat up blue one with some of the paint fading away, and plucked a worm out of the container.
For all of two seconds did Dean watch. Predictably, he lost interest as kids at that age often did. Bored, he looked around and then dug into his pocket. Donovan didn’t know what he was doing nor did he see what he had until it was already thrown in the water and the boom commenced.
Jumping a foot in the air and with a rapidly beating heart, Donovan grabbed Dean and shielded him. The little boy was giggling, happily oblivious to the danger they were in. “What the hell was that?” Donovan muttered, eyes darting around.
“That was me!” Dean burst out.
His exclamation caused Donovan to rear back in shock. “ What ?”
How’d he not notice the bulges in the boy’s shorts? Donovan could only stare, not trusting himself to say anything remotely kid-friendly at the moment.
What was Dean doing with grenades of all things?
What was he... how did he...
“ Addams ,” Donovan growled.
“Your need for affection has reached a new low,” Wednesday murmured in between his kisses.
“Don’t act like you don’t want it,” Tyler mumbled back, his hands traveling down her body.
“I don’t. I do it because of your sniveling self,” the moan on the tip of her tongue that was itching to come out was suppressed. She would not give him the satisfaction of knowing what he was doing to her quite yet, though he probably already did know.
“Going soft Addams?” Tyler broke the kiss to nuzzle her cheek.
They were supposed to be having lunch but ended up in their bedroom instead. But Wednesday certainly wasn’t complaining.
“If I am, it is entirely your fault.”
“So be it,” he replied, plopping down, lightly grazing her cheek with the back of his hand.
“I was better before I met you,” Wednesday threw one of her legs over his, tangling them together. “You have ruined me.”
He hummed. “How do you know it wasn’t my plan all along?”
“Perhaps I had a plan of my own in retaliation.”
“Oh? What’s that?”
“Make you my live-in barista,” she felt him pepper kisses along her jawline.
“And what, pay me with sex?” He smiled against her.
“If you deserve it.”
“Have I done anything to deserve it yet?”
“Had you delivered me a fresh quad this morning, you might have,” Wednesday sat up, only to be pulled back down.
“Maybe I didn’t think you deserved one this morning,” he kept one arm over her to prevent her from escaping.
“You should know not to get in the way of my caffeine, Galpin.”
“Then make it yourself, Addams.”
Her eyes were expressing everything she wasn’t saying as they often did. It wasn’t in her nature to throw around I love you’s or partake in loving gestures, but her husband knew she cared deeply for him and their son.
He’d always known.
Pushing himself even more into her space, he mused, “I wonder how Dean’s doing.”
“With any luck, giving your father a terrible headache.”
“Before or after he sets the grenades off?” He said nonchalantly.
“So you did know,” she said.
Tyler rolled his eyes. “I know how you and Pugsley ‘fish,’” he used air quotes.
“It is vital for him to learn,” Wednesday let her head rest on his shoulder. “I must admit, I’m surprised you didn’t try to take it away from him.”
With the grin of an impish kid, Tyler said, “I kinda wanna see how my dad reacts too.”
“Look at all the fish, Grandpa!” Dean said excitedly, pointing at a dozen or so fish that were floating lifelessly at the top of the pond.
One hand on the top of his head, Donovan looked from the pond and back to his grandson in disbelief. “What--give me those,” he demanded. “You can’t be throwing those out like that.”
Little Dean hugged the next grenade tighter to his chest. “You can’t have them. Mama gave them to me.” Twisting his body as if he were throwing a baseball, the boy tossed it as hard as he could. Donovan flinched when it went off.
“This is not how you fish!” he argued.
“It’s how we fish,” Dean shrugged. “Uncle Pugsley’s really good.”
“Hey,” Donovan got on his knees. “Do you know how much trouble your parents could get into?” Dean skipped down to the edge of the pond, happily grabbing any fish that he could reach. “This is against Vermont’s penal code 18710. You’re not to own destructive weapons or explosives!”
His rant was subsequently tuned out.
“So?” Dean swayed back and forth.
“Your mom could go to prison.”
“No she won’t,” Dean said confidently. “She can give them lots and lots of money to keep them quiet.”
Unbelievable , Donovan thought with exasperation. The kid was six and already being influenced by Addams.
“Or she could fake her death,” Dean continued. “Abuelo said Uncle Fester did that.” He pulled a third one out of his pocket, leading Donovan to snap.
“Put that thing down right now .”
“Why?”
Donovan sputtered. “Because I said so.”
Dean frowned.
“It’s reckless possession. Someone could get hurt.”
Dean looked offended. “I know how to throw it, Grandpa.”
“That’s-” Donovan was ready to tear his hair out. “That’s not the point. You shouldn’t be having them in the first place. Now give them to me.”
“ No !” Dean backed up, holding onto it protectively.
“Dean,” Donovan said warningly.
“I’ll scream,” Dean threatened. “I’ll get the police after you.”
Donovan nearly laughed. “You’ll get the police after me ?”
“I’ll tell them you hurt me,” Dean straightened up, looking every bit defiant like Addams was.
“You wouldn’t dare,” Donovan scoffed. “There’s no way you’ll-
“ Help police !” Dean screeched. “ Help! ”
“Stop that!” Donovan barked. The pond was in a secluded area of a public park that was mostly vacant at this time, but he knew someone might hear them if they hadn’t already. “ Alright , fine. Keep ‘em.”
Dean stopped immediately and smiled cheekily.
Be a grandpa, they said. You’ll enjoy every moment, they said. Pointing at his grandson, he said, “If someone sees us, it’s on you. What are you gonna do then?”
Dean was quiet, contemplating. Then he burst out, “Blackmail!”
“No!” Donovan barked.
“It’s what Mama would do,” Dean said brightly. “She says it’s the Addams way.”
This must be his comeuppance. It had to be.
“Our son is about to be in first grade.”
“Stop it, we aren’t talking about him right now.”
Tyler glanced at her, meeting Wednesday glare. “You can’t tell me you aren’t thinking about it.”
“I’m not,” Wednesday lied.
“ Wednesday .”
“Tyler.”
“It just seems like it’s too soon,” Tyler frowned.
“He’s six, Tyler. It is compulsory for children to attend first grade at that age.”
“I know that, but still...” He trailed off. “It’s like he’s growing up so fast.”
Wednesday had, truthfully, thought similarly. The past five years since Dean’s birth flashed by, and now he would be starting school in the fall. He was excited and could speak little of anything else. But she would deal with it when the time came with dignity. She wouldn’t be like Enid who had outright sobbed the morning her own son began school.
Wednesday was mortified to be associated with her.
“He’ll be fine,” Wednesday said patiently. “We aren’t supposed to be thinking about our son right now.”
“I know,” Tyler sighed. “I know. But I can’t help it. I know Dad’s capable of handling him, but I miss him, Wen.”
“I know what you mean,” Wednesday muttered. The house was unusually quiet without their son’s lively presence. It was odd and rather unsettling.
Her husband encircled his arms around her, letting his face rest in her hair.
“That was fun!” Dean was beaming as they got back into the car.
Donovan leaned against the headrest, sighing. The sun was setting, casting an orange shadow down at them. Not the word I’d use , he rolled his eyes. The audacity of Addams to send those explosives along. What the hell was she thinking? Nothing , that’s what. She was going to land herself in trouble one of these days and her family wasn’t going to be able to help her-
Reaching over, Dean hugged his arm as tightly as he could. “Thank you, Grandpa.”
He glanced down at his grandson, all of his irritation towards Addams vanishing. Using one arm, he hugged the boy back, “You’re welcome.”