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The first semester of their senior year at Nevermore had been painstakingly boring, which was probably needed given the events of the previous 2 years but, still, was severely underwhelming for Wednesday. She would push through it though, because she had promised Enid that she would do everything in her power to make sure that they had a normal senior year. It was the least Enid deserved after everything she had been through during the time Wednesday had been at Nevermore with her.
Lurch had collected them from Nevermore on the final day of term, the trip back to New Jersey filled with the familiar notion of Enid rambling about anything and everything, Wednesday paying rapt attention despite the fact she had little care for the topics of choice. Pugsley had sat on the bench opposite them with Thing, messaging Eugene on his newly acquired phone and sending teasing glances to Wednesday while Enid was talking.
The first day back at the manor had been perfectly usual, Enid and her falling quickly back into the swing of the Addams Family house. Her parents had been delighted to have them all back at the house, very vocal about missing the presence of their children - much to Wednesday’s chagrin. It had been on the second day back that Wednesday had noted the subtle shift in Enid, barely perceptible to the untrained eye but enough for the brunette to pick up on. She watched the blonde closely over the weekend, observing every interaction she had with the family, part of her believing it to be nervousness over spending the holidays with them. But, as the weekend came to a close, her concern grew, seeing none of the blonde’s usual anxiety induced tells. Whatever was wrong with her was something different, something heavier.
In the time that Wednesday had known Enid, she had known the girl to love the winter. Enid loved being wrapped in warm sweaters, cradling hot chocolate as the snow fell around them. She loved building snowmen and skating around on the lake at Nevermore when it froze over in December. Most of all, Enid loved Christmas. The moment Thanksgiving was out the way, their dorm transformed, decorated sickeningly with even more glitter and even more lights. It was an abomination that practically burned the brunettes' retinas every time she dared enter their dorm. So, it was an unwelcome surprise to Wednesday that Enid had mimicked none of that enthusiasm upon returning home. The Addams’ did not celebrate Christmas and nor did they decorate for it but Wednesday had anticipated that Enid would put a change to that now that she was staying with them. The fact that she hadn’t would not do especially since Wednesday knew how important the holiday was to her girlfriend.
She concocted the plan while they were laying in her bed a few days before Christmas, Enid's head hidden in the juncture of her neck, an arm wrapped firmly around Wednesday’s waist. They’d fallen into the routine a few weeks into their relationship, Enid struggling with falling to and staying asleep, having found that she was calmer when surrounded by Wednesday’s familiar presence. She looked at the blonde, perfectly relaxed in sleep and mindlessly traced patterns along the arm on her waist. If Enid wasn’t going to bring Christmas to them, then they’d have to bring Christmas to Enid. She’d require the aid of Lurch and Thing to help her acquire what they needed to get to put the plan into motion, and she would undoubtedly have to recruit her parents but she would suffer through their exhausting affection for each other to make her wolf happy.
The plan was in motion early the next morning, her mother keeping Enid busy with tending her greenhouse while Wednesday, Thing and Lurch headed into town to get what they needed. The first thing on the agenda was decorating the mansion, which would be a feat considering the fact that none of the family knew exactly how to decorate for Christmas, not at all used to the holiday. As for decorations, the Addams family owned not a single colorful item -save for Enid’s stuff that had slowly weaved its way into the manor- let alone Christmas decorations.
Gomez and Wednesday had decided that the perfect place for a Christmas Tree would be in the entryway, beside the large staircase. It would be sufficient space to have a commendable tree, the space large and open. They would also put a smaller, but no less adequate, tree in the living room where the family often spent their evenings, so they could partake in their gift giving in a way that Enid would be familiar with.
Lurch pulled the car to a stop outside of the local Christmas Tree Farm. They would pick out the two trees they needed so Lurch could transport them back to the house while Thing and her walked to the mall to get some decorations. Unfortunately, when she had relayed the plan to her mother that morning while Enid was showering, she had insisted that they make a family outing out of gift shopping which meant that not only would it have to wait, but she would have to tolerate shopping with her mother. The very idea was enough to send shivers down Wednesday’s spine.
Picking out the trees was exceptionally frustrating, especially with her own adamance that they had to be perfect. It didn’t help that the owner of the farm had been hovering around them, eyeing them with an obvious weariness. The three of them eventually picked out two fir trees of two different sizes, one large enough to fit the vast entryway, and one smaller, but no less acceptable, to go in the living room. Lurch made quick work of getting them ready to go back to the manor, the owner's offer of help dying on his lips as Lurch merely lugged them to the car as if they weighed nothing. Wednesday stood beside the car as Lurch tied them to the roof, offering him a thank you which he returned with a groan.
Her and Thing watched as he got in the car to drive back to the house before they turned around and walked in the opposite direction, towards the mall. She knew Thing would be the best option out of all of the family to help pick out decorations, especially given the amount of time he had spent with Enid.
They made their way through a handful of shops, the bags in Wednesday’s hand increasing with each one, especially with Thing being the one to pick out most of the items, some of which were so colorful and glittery that they made Wednesday grimace. They had evened out the explosions of color by picking a few decorations that more matched the Addams Family palette, though the amount of black Christmas decorations available for them to buy was next to none.
By the time they had met Lurch round the front of the mall, Wednesday’s arms were full of various bags, jaw tensed and dark eyes glowing in discontent. Despite attempting to be in and out quickly, it had taken ages to finish their shopping, the sentient hand that was hiding in her backpack having insisted on going in practically every store. Lurch wasted no time in removing the bags from her arms, putting them in the trunk while Wednesday slid into the back of the hearse, relaxing slightly as her back hit familiar leather seats. She slid her phone out her pocket, checking the notifications on her home screen, a picture of her and Enid at the most recent rave’N looking back at her. She had a handful of messages, two from Eugene which were predictably pictures of his newest bug finds back at his house, and 3 from Enid. She opened up the thread, eyes softening as she read the messages.
Ur mom said u have gone out for a bit???
pls try and stay out of trouble, don’t get arrested 🙏
love you 🩷🖤
She let out a sigh as she looked up from the screen, eyes catching on the window as small flecks of snow started to fall. She hoped what she had planned would ease whatever tension was rooted in her wolf. It was unnerving to see Enid so quiet, especially given the time of year and Wednesday found herself hoping that her efforts to help would not make it worse.
In the drive from the mall to the manor, the snow had picked up pace, falling heavily and starting to coat every surface it touched. Wednesday silently appreciated the fact, knowing that it would help marginally in her attempts to engage in festivities with Enid given the girls penchant for snow. Lurch carried the majority of the bags into the house, Wednesday bringing in the couple still in the trunk. Thing scuttled off the moment they were in the house, predictably to retire somewhere before Wednesday could rip off any of his digits, the brunette still filled with ire over their horrifying shopping trip. She glared after him as she placed her bags on the floor in the entryway, already thinking of how she could get payback.
The sound of soft footsteps interrupted her thoughts as she looked over to see her mother walking towards her. “I see the shopping trip went dreadfully darling.”
She scowled at her mother, “More so than you would think.”
Morticia smiled at her, glancing at the bags in front of them, the vibrant color of the tinsel peeking out contrasting heavily against the darkness of the house. “I’m sure that your darling wolf will love it.”
Wednesday stressed her jaw, meeting her mothers knowing gaze, a flicker of uncertainty tainting her own expression. “I hope so.”
Morticia hummed in response as Wednesday looked around the entryway, brow furrowing slightly in thought. “Speaking of.” She looked back at her mother. “Where is Enid?”
“Your brother challenged her to a game of tag.”
“Of course he did.” Only her brother would challenge a werewolf to a game of tag.
“I doubt they will be back inside before dinner, if dear Pugsley's screams were anything to go by.” Wednesday nodded at her mother, taking her leave to her bedroom, intending on getting her writing hour out of the way while Enid was out of the house, knowing that they would be occupied after dinner.
When Enid returned to their room just before dinner, she was absolutely soaking wet, a towel draped around her shoulders, doing little to stop the water dripping off of her clothes. Wednesday had turned around in her chair to look at her, eyes shining in amusement at the sight in front of her. Despite the fact that she was soaked, Enid had still been smiling, blue eyes glistening with obvious mischief.
Now, the two of them sat in their twin chairs, dinner reaching a slow end. Enid had showered before they had come down, and had relayed her afternoon to Wednesday as they walked to the dining room. Pugsley had been thoroughly entertained by his afternoon, revelling in the fact that Enid had pushed him in the lake, recounting it to everyone over dinner. Enid had smiled throughout it though Wednesday noticed the slight exhaustion to the blonde's expression, the same one that had been festering since their return.
Wednesday was the first to stand up when Lurch had taken away their plates to the kitchen. “Now, we have matters to attend to.” She offered a hand to Enid, who took it with a questioning glance, interlacing their fingers.
The brunette led them to the entryway, the remainder of the family following close in tow. When Lurch had brought the trees back earlier in the day, he had tucked them away until they could be set up while dinner was underway so that Enid would not become suspicious. As they entered the entryway, Enid gasped beside her at the sight in front of them. The larger of the two fir trees had been set up in the entryway, strangely fitting in while it was still bare. Scattered around it were boxes of baubles, string lights and tinsel - the colors contrasting heavily against the deep mahogany floors.
Wednesday turned to look at Enid as the blonde stumbled over her words. “What-”
“I know how much the season means to you, I figured you might want to decorate the manor, just as you do with our dorm.” Blue eyes turned to her, tears shining under the warm lights of the chandelier above them. Wednesday internally panicked, eyes widening as she worried that she had done the wrong thing.
Enid, however, eased her worries almost instantly, placing a kiss on her cheek, hands still interlinked between them. “Thank you Wends.”
Wednesday nodded her head squeezing the blonde’s hand before letting go, allowing Enid to go and sift through all the decorations and formulate a plan.
The process of decorating the tree proceeded in a flurry of movement and colors. Pugsley and Thing strung the lights around the tree as her mother and father wrapped tinsel around the banister of the staircase. Enid directed the whole process, laughing when Pugsley got tangled in the lights as she placed baubles on branches.
Wednesday watched the chaos unfold from behind, content to remain on the sidelines until she was needed, grateful that Enid seemed to have appreciated the gesture. Not that she would ever admit it out loud, but the new additions of color to the manor did not look completely horrific. The pinks and blues of the majority of the decorations were mellowed out by the few black, white and silver ones that Wednesday had managed to find. It was strange to Wednesday, how the girl in front of her had managed to worm her way into all of the family’s hearts, her presence ever lingering in the manor even when she was not in sight.
Once the first tree and the entryway had been sufficiently decorated, the family retired to the living room for their usual night time socialising. Enid had stopped when she saw the other tree, similarly surrounded by scattered decorations around it, before bouncing off to decorate it - Wednesday in tow behind her.
Gomez and Morticia took their usual seats in the dark leather couch by the fireplace, nursing their drinks while they exchanged loving sentiments. Pugsley and Thing sat on the floor with one of the formers new inventions, a bundle of wires and switches resting next to it as they began working on it, engaging in usual conversations. Lurch sat at the piano in the corner, playing a soft melody as the family chatted amongst themselves. Enid began decorating the tree promptly, humming under her breath as she placed tinsel and lights around the tree while Wednesday took a seat on the edge of the armchair facing her.
Wednesday watched, eyes regarding the blonde with content as she observed her work, wondering if there was an actual strategy to decorating the christmas tree or if Enid was simply just placing things wherever she saw fit. She was unfamiliar enough with Christmas, both her and Pugsley having never celebrated the holiday, so she had no prior experience with the festivities: until she had met Enid the previous year at Nevermore.
In a similar fashion to the first tree, the bare branches were soon filled with a variety of decorations, stringed lights flashing once Enid had finished up. Unlike the first tree, Enid had chosen more of the neutral colours for the living room, black tinsel wrapped round the frame with silver and white decorations hanging from the branches. A gold star was placed on top, with the assistance of Thing, before the blonde was stepping back to admire her work.
“Ah pequeño lobo, what a dreadful sight you have made!” Gomez exclaimed, toasting his glass to the grinning wolf with an equally wide smile.
“You really think so?”
“Yes darling, you’ve done an extraordinary job at tainting the house with your joy. It is truly terrifying.” Morticia looked at the wolf with a loving glint in her eyes.
Enid smiled wider before turning back to the tree and nodding once. Wednesday sat back properly on the armchair once she was satisfied Enid was happy, watching as the blonde tracked over to her, sitting on the arm beside her. “Thank you all for this, I really appreciate it.”
“Ah, there is no need to thank us darling wolf,” Morticia placed her empty glass on the coffee table in front of her, before sitting back with her hands in her lap. “Besides, it was truly all Wednesday’s idea.” Her gaze flicked over to the brunette, Wednesday returning the stare with a sharp look before averting her eyes to the blondes waiting eyes.
With a soft smile, Enid leaned down and pressed a quick kiss on Wednesday’s head, murmuring a ‘thank you’ as she did so. She was always mindful of Wednesday’s boundaries, especially when they were in public - knowing the brunette’s hesitance towards outwardly expressing any physical affection when other people were around, especially her parents. Still, she found herself slightly leaning into the touch of the wolf, allowing their hands to intertwine in the space between where they sat.
The snow had continued to fall overnight, the manor and all the surrounding land covered in a thick layer of white snow, the sky covered in a blanket of white, a quiet settled over the house. It was the perfect weather to continue with the next phase of her plan, the lake sure to be frozen over to ice skate, along with there being more than enough snow to build snowmen.
“You know, you really don’t have to do this, Wends,” Enid rocked on her heels in front of her while Wednesday tied up her laces to her boots. “I’d completely understand if you just wanted to go work on your novel or something instead.”
Despite the blonde’s words, there was a hope in her eyes that Wednesday would never dream of crushing. Instead, she finished tying her laces and reached up to place a chaste kiss on Enid’s lips, resting her hands by her side as she pulled away and shook her head. “I want to do this with you.”
Enid nodded happily, her lip caught underneath a fang before she grabbed both their coats from by the door, handing Wednesday hers first before shrugging on her own fluffy pink one. When they’d retired to their room after spending some time with the family the night before, Enid had expressed to her, again, how grateful she was that Wednesday had gone out of her way to get the stuff so that she could decorate the manor. She still hadn’t pried on why Enid had been acting out of character, knew that the girl would come to her herself when she felt comfortable enough to: all she could do was try her best to make sure that Enid had a good Christmas.
When they were both sure that they were wrapped up enough to withstand the cold weather - which looked a lot different for Enid who ran unnaturally warm with her werewolf body temperature - they headed out onto the back porch.
“Wow. It’s so quiet out here.”
Wednesday nodded once, offering Enid a glance before she started walking, holding out her hand for the blonde to take. “That’s because snow absorbs sound.”
“Wait, really? That’s so cool.” Enid readily interlinked their fingers, the two of them making their way into the forests lining the property. Most of the trees had long shed their leaves, standing bare and brown, thin lines of white powder covering the branches. The few trees that still had leaves, like the large evergreen’s, were smothered in snow, clumps dripping onto the ground beside them as the leaves struggled to bear the added weight.
They soon reached the lake which was, as expected, frozen over with, what Wednesday assumed, was a thick layer of ice. Enid perked up immediately at the sight, the brunette knowing it would be enough to make her day. She knew that Enid had always had a penchant for skating, and had been a lifelong supporter of the San Jose Sharks ice hockey team. Thus, the lake had been the perfect idea to further fuel Enid’s missing Christmas spirit back to life.
Enid was quick to depart from Wednesday to unearth the ice skates out of the small shed to the side of the lake, walking back with two pairs slung over her shoulders. The blonde had brought her own pair with her when she had moved in, completely white with pastel pink laces, contrasting the few solid black pairs that the Addams’ owned.
Luckily, the bench had been somewhat shielded from the falling snow, both of them able to sit down to put on their skates. Enid moved with all of the grace of a seasoned pro, wasting no time in putting the skates on and tying up the laces before standing in front of Wednesday.
Admittedly, there had been a factor to the plan that she had failed to take into account, which became blaringly obvious when she attempted to rise from her spot on the bench, only to almost fall right back down. She didn’t know how to skate. Unfortunately, Enid picked up on the fact straight away, blue eyes furrowing in thought as she regarded Wednesday intensely.
“Do you not know how to skate?”
Wednesday blushed under the heavy gaze of the wolf.
“OH EM GEE. No freaking way!” She giggled slightly, Wednesday sending her the most murderous glare she could muster up, which, of course, had no effect on the still grinning wolf. “Don’t worry, I’ll teach you.”
It was a game to get onto the ice, Wednesday struggling to maneuver walking down the slight hill in the skates, especially with the added problem of the thick layer of snow beneath them. However, it soon became obvious that that was the easiest part of the battle. As soon as the two of them made contact with the ice, Wednesday slipped forward, nearly crashing face first into the ice. She barely registered Enid catching her until she was pulling her upright, Wednesday’s face bright red for a reason other than the biting coldness on her face.
Enid held Wednesday by the waist, the brunette somehow flushing even redder at the contact, the warmth of the wolf’s hand practically burning through the layers of her coat. “I’ve got you, don’t worry.” The brunette averted her gaze to stare at her skates, trying to focus on anything but the feel of the wolf’s hands on her. “Hey, focus on me.”
Enid was ever patient, slowly guiding the two of them across the ice, holding firmly onto Wednesday the whole time. Slowly, but surely, she got the hang on it, the two of them soon comfortably skating around the frozen over lake, gloved hands clasped around each other.
“Wait, hang on. You want to go Christmas shopping?” Enid looked at Wednesday, bewildered. “You hate shopping.”
Wednesday continued to the car, holding the door open for Enid. Her mother had also elected to tag along, choosing to make it a ‘girls trip’, which Enid had seemed too excited for for Wednesday to even attempt to refuse. Her father and brother were going to stay home, the two of them deciding to do their usual day of hunting a day earlier, taking advantage of the opportunity of the three of them being out the house. “It is practical. You enjoy shopping, I need to acquire Christmas presents. It only makes sense.”
Enid rolled her eyes, planting a teasing kiss on Wednesday’s cheek before she slid into the back bench of the hearse, “Sure, if that’s what you wanna tell yourself.”
Morticia smiled at the two of them as Wednesday slid in beside Enid, sitting perfectly poised with her hands in her lap, shoulders brushing against the wolf’s. “Well I must say, it is a positively dreadful idea - a shopping trip, just us girls.”
Enid beamed in response, hands fidgeting eagerly in her lap while Wednesday simply glared at her mother. Her glare had no malice though, she’d long since gotten over her trivial teenage angst towards her mother, especially after all she had done for Enid since Wednesday had brought her back to the manor.
Lurch set off soon after they were settled, Enid turning her head to look at Wednesday with a questioning look. “Soooooo. Christmas presents?”
Wednesday raised a singular brow in response, “You’ll have to wait and see.”
It didn’t take long for them to reach the shopping mall, the sight that greeted them when they pulled up nearly making Wednesday tell Lurch to turn the car around and drive them back home. The very magnitude of people just mulling around outside the mall was ridiculous, everyone and their mother seemingly out shopping, barely an arm's width of space between each and every group of people. Enid, as always, sensed her unease, squeezing her hand reassuringly and shooting her a worried glance which Wednesday returned with a shake of her head. She had not been lying when she said she needed to go shopping, she had yet to acquire Enid a Christmas present - hadn’t yet found the perfect thing.
With a deep breath, she exited the hearse, Enid in quick succession behind her. Her mother rounded the back of the car a moment later, Lurch returning to the driver's seat. “I have told Lurch to meet us back here in a couple of hours.” Wednesday nodded mutely in response, already forming a plan in her head of where she needed to go, knowing that there were a fair few stores which could have something for her wolf. “Perhaps, darling, me and Enid could go get our shopping done while you find what you need?”
“That would be preferable, thank you.” Her mother smiled in response, waiting as Enid gave her a quick parting hug before the two of them disappeared into the sea of people. Thing emerged half from her backpack then, tapping her shoulder once in confirmation before they set off in the opposite direction, towards the row of shops just outside the mall. There was one store she was wanting to look in, above all, before she even attempted to brave the mall.
It didn’t take the two of them long to get there, an old store with a worn wooden sign reading ‘Alice’s’. She had only been in the store once, the items inside not her kind of thing, but knew enough to know that she was likely to find something for her beloved inside. A bell tinkled as she pushed open the door, the small space of the shop lit up by a warm chandelier overhead. Alice Saltzman was an old family friend, the jewelry store having once been her fathers, named after his one and only daughter. She had a very specific aim in mind in going in the store, her gaze almost immediately drawn to the display cases of rings to the back of the shop.
Approaching the display case, her eyes roved over the many options, catching on a white gold ring with a polished rose quartz stone in the centre. It was perfect.
“Special someone you’re buying for?” Wednesday looked up, meeting the dark hazel eyes of Alice, a warm smile on the older woman's face as she regarded Wednesday in interest.
Ignoring the question, she pointed at the ring, “I’d like to buy that one.”
“Alrighty, I’ll get that boxed up for you. Will that be all?”
Wednesday nodded once, waiting beside the register while Alice sorted out the ring for her, ready to continue the rest of her shopping now that she’d found Enid’s main present.
The two of them sat in bed that night, a Christmas movie that neither of them were actually paying attention to playing on Enid’s laptop, the only other light in the room being the warm string lights across the black bedframe of Wednesday’s canopy bed. Enid had, somehow, bullied her into matching Christmas pajamas, and had managed to find 2 of the same pairs of plaid sets, one in the usual red, and one in black.
They’d spent the evening with the family, Christmas presents wrapped and ready under the tree, nursing warm mugs of hot chocolate with a plate of Lurch’s cookies on the table. Her mother had been more than eager to take Enid through the photo albums of her and Pugsley’s childhood, her mother perching on the other side of the wolf as Wednesday scowled at the two of them from her place. They’d played the usual games of poker and blackjack, Wednesday taking the most of the winnings from the night - Enid horrified to find out that they tossed around actual money.
Back in their room, Enid had wasted no time curling up right beside her, grateful for the time with the family, but equally, grateful for their time alone. Wednesday had chosen then to give her the ring, having brought Enid more presents that she could open on Christmas. When she handed the box to Enid, wrapped pristinely in black wrapping paper, Enid had looked at her in confusion.
“It’s not Christmas yet, Wends.”
“I know, but I want you to have this one now.”
Enid opened her mouth to retort, only for Wednesday to add, “Please.”
It didn’t take long for Enid to get through the wrapping paper, even without the use of her claws, the blonde staring awestruck at the ring inside the box for what seemed like forever. Wednesday’s nerves bubbled under the weight of the silence, unsure if she’d gotten the wrong thing, or if the blonde completely hated it. “It’s a promise ring. I-” She took a breath. “It’s white gold and the stone is rose quartz. It represents unconditional love.”
Enid’s eyes clouded over with tears as she nodded, leaning over to kiss Wednesday. “Thank you Wednesday, for all of this. This has been the best Christmas ever.” Wednesday nodded, meeting the wolf’s eyes, watching as Enid slipped on the ring. Truthfully, she hadn’t expected Enid to broach the subject of what had been burdening her, and had been content enough in the fact that Enid had seemed happier the past few days. Nevertheless, it hadn’t stopped her from wanting to know what exactly was wrong - even though she’d never dare say it out loud, lest she upset the girl further.
“It’s my first christmas without the pack, without my-” Enid sucked in a deep breath, looking away from Wednesday, struggling to finish her sentence as if the very word was painful for her to say. “It’s just hard, I guess.” Slowly, Wednesday reached over for Enid’s hand, taking it in hers and waiting for the blonde to meet her eyes again.
When Enid finally met her eyes, the familiar blue had turned silver with a sheen of tears, a few of them beginning to fall as the blonde finally let go of the burden she’d been holding onto since the season had begun. “Sorry- I just,” She haphazardardly brushed away some of her tears in frustration, “god, you must think I’m such a mess.”
“Enid.” Wednesday took Enid’s face into her hands, brushing away the tears as silver eyes watched her. “You are not a mess, and you have every right to be feeling this way. You don’t have to apologize for how you’re feeling, ever. Okay?”
Enid nodded, leaning into the brunette’s hands and closing her eyes in a desperate attempt to quell the falling tears. Wednesday hated seeing Enid so hurt, hated how much sadness that the people who were supposed to love her had caused: she had vowed to herself that as long as she remained on this mortal plane, she’d make sure Enid knew just how much she was loved. Enid deserved to be loved, deserved an apology for all those years she’d spent trying to gain the love of the very people who should’ve loved her unconditionally, no matter what.
Christmas morning had been preceded with another night of snowfall, glittery snowflakes still falling from the sky when then the sun dared to peek over the horizon. Wednesday was awake long before Enid, watching the slow rise and fall of the girl's chest as she slept curled into Wednesday, blonde bangs obscuring her eyes, messy with sleep. Slow mornings were her favourite, secretly loving the opportunity to admire her wolf uninterrupted at any chance she got. It was no secret that she was in love with Enid Sinclair, that the girl in front of her was the very light in the darkness of her life.
Enid woke up soon after, slow to rise from her state of sleep, rumbling quietly as she curled further into Wednesday. Taking the opportunity, Wednesday placed a lingering kiss on messy blonde hair, listening to the contented hum as she did so. When she pulled away, sleepy blue eyes were watching her.
“Merry Christmas Enid.”
Enid smiled brightly at her, planting a kiss on her cheek before resting her head back on the pillow next to her. “Merry Christmas Wednesday.”