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Enid was nervous, looking around the blank, monochrome room as she huddled herself to her knees. Looking to the side, she looked for her mate before remembering that she was on a trip with Fester, Gomez and Pugsley. The only people left in the house were Pubert and Morticia. Admittedly, she was staying with them as she had been kicked out of her house for dating Wednesday, but no one had known it. She had just shown up at the doorstep randomly, looking sleep deprived as she had been travelling on with the very little money she had to New Jersey from San Francisco.
To no one’s surprise, though, she did have nightmares often, but Wednesday was able to help her through them. Nightmares of her being stuck as a wolf. Nightmares of Tyler hurting her. Nightmares of Wednesday dying. Wishing that Wednesday was there, Enid tried to stop her beating heart as she stood up, her sleep shorts that hid ridden up going down her legs and causing her to jump. The nightmare was particularly bad this time round, worse than the usual scares. Shaking her head, she tried to get it out of her head as she left the bedroom, going to the closest bathroom, using her phone flashlight so she wasn’t in the dark. Thinking of her nightmare again, she whimpered.
Quickly wiping her eyes, she exited the bathroom and was walking towards the kitchen, still using her phone flashlight. The werewolf felt like she was being watched, and she hated it. That was until there was a creaking of a floor behind her, and the wolf couldn’t help the scream that came out. “Enid, dear, it’s me! Don’t worry,” Morticia quickly tried to reassure the blonde, the phone flashlight whipping onto her. Enid quickly calmed down after looking the matriarch up and down.
“I’m sorry, Mrs Addams,” Enid sheepishly apologised, getting her breath back quickly. “I mean, Morticia!” she quickly corrected herself, looking down in shame as she bit her lip.
“It’s ok, don’t worry. I heard you whimpering in your sleep before you got up,” Morticia reassured as she glided up to her.
“Oh… did I wake you?” Enid nervously questioned, looking up at the older woman she still felt threatened by at times.
“No. I was up already anyway, just reading a chapter of the book you gifted me. Pubert woke me up as he had wet the bed by accident again after all,” Morticia chuckled.
“Well, you might have to do the same with Wednesday’s bed one night,” Enid tried to joke. Admittedly, after the Crackstone incident, she had wet the bed a few times after waking up from nightmares. Embarrassingly, in front of Wednesday too, but the goth had helped her wordlessly whenever it happened and had even run the bath for her.
“Well, if that happens, you can always wake me up, and I can gladly help,” Morticia chuckled, but also reassuring Enid in case she had.
“No, no. I haven’t. Not for a while, not since I was a child,” Enid tried to deflect. Deciding to move on, Morticia quizzed her on something else.
“Do you want to go down for something to drink and talk about what happened?” she had asked, looking at her with such care and delicacy that it almost made the alpha cry. Nodding, the wolf followed the matriarch as she looked down at herself, feeling suddenly self-conscious of the shorts she was wearing and the shirt that was Wednesday’s normal relaxation shirt. Then again, Morticia was wearing a black nightshirt, so it could’ve been worse. She was just glad that she didn’t sleep naked that night. As they passed by a clock, she saw that the time was 2 AM. “So… a cup of tea and some biscuits, and we can talk?” the older witch asked, turning her head to look at the blonde.
“Yeah. I would love that,” the youngest spoke, nodding as she followed the brunette down the stairs and into the kitchen. As she settled onto the countertop, she watched as the oldest was getting everything out.
“So… this nightmare you had. I heard your whimpers and was waiting for you to wake up. Is it ok if I can ask what it is about?” Morticia spoke, glancing at Enid.
Nodding, the werewolf started. “I dreamt that… you know the first semester with Crackstone and Thornhill? Well, Crackstone wasn’t awakened yet, but I had walked into the dorm room after our fight. I was met with the sight of Thornhill standing over Wednesday with a sword in her hand, and it was clear that Wednesday had… You know… died. She had been stabbed where Crackstone actually got her, too… Well, I walked in, trying to get revenge for Wednesday, but as I was about to scratch… Tyler appeared from the shadows, and he… stabbed my own side with silver. After that, I woke up in a panic, and you know the rest…” Enid explained it in detail, looking down and grabbing the cup of tea as she took a sip after, letting out a little whine as it was hot.
“Careful, it’s just been made,” the taller woman chuckled, reaching above Enid and starting to grab their biscuit tin. “But that sounds intense… I wish that Thornhill hadn’t traumatised you both. I feel bad that you will carry it for the rest of your life, probably, and the scars… they showed you were brave, though. But don’t worry anymore about them, please. Thornhill is dead, and Tyler has been locked up for years with a tracker in him. I know you won’t be able to stop your nightmares, but in real life… you are safe,” Morticia comforted, standing next to Enid, putting the tin between them.
Enid kept inside her head, but she did nod in response. Grabbing a biscuit, she chewed on it before the tea cooled down enough for her. “Thank you. For… helping me. My mother… she would have never stayed up and helped me,” Enid admitted, looking Morticia in the eyes, some wetness gathering.
“It is ok. From what I have heard… your mother wasn’t a good person. I am glad you ran away from her and came to us. Of course, we would’ve helped you, though,” Morticia chuckled, rubbing her knee gently, taking another sip.
“Actually… I was kicked out. Esther found out that I was dating Wednesday and she didn’t like that. Wanted a mate that she approved of… which wasn’t any Addams. I could’t ask you to have helped me, though. I would’ve felt bad,” Enid confessed.
“Oh. I am so sorry for that, dear. She isn’t a mother, she is a devil. You are an Addams, and we will support you no matter what. We didn’t like her anyway, but if I see her again…” Morticia silently seethed, glaring at the ground.
“No! It’s ok. Please… I like being here,” Enid whimpered, looking at Morticia, not wanting to cause drama. Nodding, Morticia stayed near as they kept drinking their cup of tea and sharing biscuits.
“I know you are over 18, and probably don’t need it, but if you need comfort during the night, you can come into my room and share the bed,” Morticia informed Enid, looking at her. She could sense the wolf was still nervos it seemed.
“Are you… certain?” Enid asked, wanting to make sure.
“Yes, I am,” Morticia responded, taking their empty mugs and moving the tin away.
“Can I join you tonight then? I promise I won’t take up too much space,” Enid questioned.
“Come on. Let’s go up to bed now, hm?” Morticia spoke, wrapping her arm around the wolf’s waist. Nodding, Enid quickly kept in step with Morticia, loving the physical comfort. Before she went into bed, though, she suddenly felt the older woman hug her. Widening her eyes, the alpha hugged back, putting her face into her neck.
“Thank you…” Enid whispered, embarrassed as she started to cry from being hugged.
“It is no problem,” Morticia reassured, rubbing her back before she let go and helped Enid into the bed before she joined. Enid stayed on her side, curled up, as she was taking minimal space. “Surely you can’t be comfortable like that. Stretch out, get comfortable,” Morticia comforted. Doing as told, Enid nodded as she stretched out, getting comfortable as she debated cuddling into the matriarch. She wasn’t sure if she should after all, didn’t know how she would take to it. Her decision was quickly taken away when Morticia pulled her closer. “You are one of my children. You may date one, but you are my child right now. You can cuddle and go to sleep. You are safe,” Morticia whispered, kissing Enid’s forehead. Nodding, the werewolf did as told, closing her eyes as she took in the scent of Morticia.
If Morticia wasn’t here, Enid wouldn’t have known what to do. She was just glad to be supported, to feel loved. She felt safe.