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Morticia held her daughter in her arms against the black lace of her dress, her eyes focused on the child's Small frowning face, she pressed her lips to the baby's pale forehead " such a calm child" she muttered as Gomez came towards his wife and child. The newest member of the Adams clan.
"Cara Mia, how is our little bat" he kisses his wife's cheek gently a hand on her cheek, "perfectly wicked Mon amour" the mad Castilian reached for his wife's arm his eyes wide, the black haired beauty held out her hand to stop him " no no mi amor let our bat sleep"
The man's eyes fell on the babes face, his eyes full of love, his daughter As beautiful as his wife with her corpse white skin, jet black hair and pale lips "she's beautiful Tish" his hand moved to his daughter's head gently rubbing the soft patch of hair. From the room across from the happy family came a loud bang as the house shook.
Uncle feaster wondered into the room, dust and pieces of dry wall covering his dark clothing and greenish skin "brother! I came as soon as I could!" Gomez smiled at his brother and got up walking towards the bald man "brother! How was your time in Bermuda Triangle"
Uncle feaster hugged his brother hugging so tightly a faint crack was heard from Gomez's back" got caught in a wonderful tornado" finally his eye lay on the baby in Morticia's arms, "feaster " the woman said fondly, feaster broke away from his brother and towards his sister in law And niece "Morticia you look perfectly pale as usual, what's your secret? Ashes?" Morticia smiled and whispered to man "baking powder" he nodded.
"And what's this little one's name" feaster kneeled down where Gomez once kneeled and gently stroked his niece's cheek "Wednesday, Wednesday Friday Adams" Gomez pulled a cigar from his pocket as thing's box opened a lighter in hand " thank you good man" he took the lighter and lit his cigar as thing closed his box , feaster looked up at his family members and questioned "Why that name? You know aunt lilth was hoping you'd use her name"
Morticia nodded knowingly and raised a hand to to her chest "I'll have to tell her in our weekly seance " Gomez blew out smoke as he walked over to his wife a hand on her shoulder "we called her Wednesday for that poem, Wednesdays child full of woe" Morticia smiled up at her husband and continued talking about the name of her eldest "And Friday for her being born on Friday the 13th"
"Friday the 13th!? What a wonderful birthday !" Fester clapped joyfully as Gomez leaned down to his wife" Cara Mia thank you " Morticia raised an eyebrow at her husband "what for My Darling " he lifted her hand to his lips, his cigar in his other hand" for carrying our little bat, for being your wonderfully dule self "
Her hand moved to his cheek as she leaned up replacing her hand on his lips with her own lips "of course Bubeleh I love you My crazed Spaniard" the couple shared a lovely kiss, yes Wednesdays child is full of woe but they're Wednesday would be the most loved woeful child in the world