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The Addams estate had never looked like this before.

The sprawling property had always been known for its grandeur, but tonight, it had been transformed into something almost dreamlike. The mansion stood behind the gardens, built from brilliant white stone, its enormous windows glowing warmly against the evening sky. Golden lights had been strung delicately through the trees, while white roses climbed the marble arches surrounding the ceremony space. Black, white, and gold filled every detail, making the whole place feel elegant rather than somber, luxurious rather than gothic.

Rows of white chairs filled the garden, every seat occupied by family, friends, business associates, and people who had known Wednesday since childhood. There were also those who had watched Enid grow up, people who had known her since she was a little girl. Tonight, they had all gathered in the same place for the same reason and at the very front, beneath a large floral arch, stood Wednesday Addams.

She looked exactly as composed as everyone expected her to be, of course she did.

Wednesday had spent years learning how to remain perfectly calm in situations where everyone else would have been nervous. As the Chief Operating Officer of Addams Industries and the highest-ranking executive in the company after her father, Gomez, she was used to sitting in boardrooms filled with people twice her age, all waiting for her to make the final decision. She had never been the kind of person who allowed pressure to show on her face.

But this was different.

She wore an elegant black suit, tailored perfectly to her frame. The fitted jacket sat neatly over her shoulders, paired with sharp trousers and a crisp white shirt that offered the only real contrast. Her black tie was perfectly straight, her shoes polished, and a simple watch rested against her wrist. There was nothing excessive about her appearance. Every detail had been chosen with the same care she brought to everything else.

And yet, despite the confidence she carried so naturally, Wednesday's eyes kept drifting toward the entrance. She had been waiting for Enid all evening, even if she would never admit how often she found herself looking in that direction.

Gomez, seated in the front row beside Morticia, noticed it. He leaned slightly toward his wife and lowered his voice. “She’s nervous.”

Morticia glanced at their daughter. “Wednesday?”

“Yes. She’s spent the last twenty minutes pretending she isn’t.”

Gomez smiled. “That’s still nervousness.”

The corners of Morticia’s lips lifted. “I suppose so.”

Before Gomez could say anything else, the music began, and the conversations throughout the garden slowly faded until the soft melody was the only thing filling the space. The guests turned toward the entrance, their attention drawn to the beginning of the ceremony.

Wednesday instinctively straightened, her gaze fixed on the aisle. Then Enid appeared at the far end, and for a brief moment, everything else seemed to disappear. The music, the guests, the garden around her, none of it seemed to matter anymore.

There was only Enid.

And for the first time that evening, Wednesday forgot how to breathe.

Enid stood at the far end of the aisle beside her father, Murray Sinclair, one hand resting lightly on his arm as she prepared to walk toward the woman waiting for her.

Her wedding dress was elegant and luminous, soft enough to suit her personality without feeling overly extravagant. Her blonde hair had been styled beautifully, with a few delicate strands framing her face, while her veil fell gently behind her, catching the warm evening light with every small movement.

But it wasn't the dress that affected Wednesday. It was Enid's smile.

The moment Enid saw her, her face lit up with a smile that was different from the one she'd been wearing all day. It wasn't the excited smile she'd given the photographers or the polite one she'd offered to relatives whenever they stopped her for a picture. This one was quieter, warmer, and meant only for Wednesday.

Murray offered his arm, and Enid slipped hers through it before they began walking down the aisle together. Wednesday's eyes never left her. She watched every step as Enid came closer, taking in the nervous excitement on her face.

Murray glanced down at his daughter, his expression filled with pride. “You okay?” he whispered.

Enid nodded, though the slight tremble in her hand gave her away. “I’m perfect.”

“You’re shaking.”

“I’m excited.”

Murray smiled. “You’ve been talking about this day for months.”

“I know.”

“And now?”

Enid looked toward the woman waiting for her at the end of the aisle. Her smile softened as her eyes met Wednesday’s beneath the floral arch.

“Now I just want to get to her.”

Murray’s expression softened. “I know.”

The aisle seemed impossibly long, but Enid barely noticed. Her eyes stayed on Wednesday the entire time, drawn to her as if there were no one else in the garden. Wednesday never looked away either, watching her approach with a quiet intensity that made every step feel like it was bringing them closer to something they had both been waiting for.

When they finally reached the altar, Murray came to a stop. He turned toward Wednesday and looked at her for a moment, taking in the woman his little girl had chosen to spend the rest of her life with. It was strange to think that the daughter he had once held in his arms was now standing beside him in a wedding dress, grown up and ready to begin a life of her own and somehow, seeing the way Wednesday looked at Enid made him certain that she was exactly where she wanted to be.

Murray gently placed Enid’s hand in Wednesday’s. Wednesday stepped forward and took it, her fingers carefully closing around Enid’s.

“Take care of her,” Murray said quietly.

Wednesday kept her eyes on Enid as she answered, “I will.”

Murray smiled. “I know you will.”

He leaned down and kissed Enid’s forehead before giving her hand one last squeeze and taking his seat.

Enid turned toward Wednesday, her nervousness already giving way to a familiar smile. “Hi.”

Wednesday’s fingers tightened gently around hers. “Hello.”

“You look beautiful.”

Wednesday looked at her for a moment, taking in the happiness on her face. “So do you.”

Enid’s smile widened. “You’re supposed to say more.”

“I am trying to remain composed.”

“Why?”

“Because everyone is watching.”

Enid leaned slightly closer, her voice dropping to a soft whisper. “Let them.”

For perhaps the first time that evening, Wednesday allowed herself to smile openly. Seeing it made Enid’s own smile grow, but before she could say anything, the officiant standing before them cleared his throat gently and turned his attention toward the gathered guests.

“Ladies and gentlemen, family and friends…”

The garden fell completely silent.

“We are gathered here today to celebrate the marriage of Wednesday Addams and Enid Sinclair.”

Wednesday glanced down at their joined hands, and Enid gave hers a gentle squeeze. Their fingers remained intertwined as the officiant continued.

“Marriage is not simply the promise to love one another during the happiest moments of life. It is the promise to remain beside each other through ordinary days, difficult days, uncertain days, and every beautiful moment in between.”

Enid’s eyes grew slightly glassy, and Wednesday noticed immediately. Without drawing attention to it, she gently ran her thumb over Enid’s knuckles, a small gesture that made Enid’s expression soften.

The officiant smiled before continuing. “Wednesday and Enid have known one another for years. They met in college, became friends, fell in love, and built a life together long before they ever stood here today.”

A few people in the audience smiled at the memory, while Gomez looked proudly at his daughter.

“Today, they are not beginning their relationship,” the officiant said, pausing for a moment before adding, “they are beginning a new chapter of it.”

Wednesday turned her attention back to Enid, and Enid met her gaze with a quiet smile.

“Before we proceed with the vows,” the officiant continued, “I ask each of you to remember why you are standing here.”

The officiant turned toward Wednesday. “Wednesday Addams, do you take Enid Sinclair to be your wife?”

Wednesday didn’t hesitate. “I do.”

“Do you promise to stand beside her, to support her, to respect her, to listen to her, and to love her through every chapter of your lives together?”

Wednesday looked directly into Enid’s eyes before answering, “I do.”

“Do you promise to choose her, every day, for the rest of your life?”

Wednesday’s expression softened as she held Enid’s gaze. “I do.”

The officiant smiled before turning toward Enid. “Enid Sinclair, do you take Wednesday Addams to be your wife?”

Enid let out a small, breathless laugh through the tears already gathering in her eyes. “I do.”

“Do you promise to stand beside her, to support her, to respect her, to listen to her, and to love her through every chapter of your lives together?”

Enid squeezed Wednesday’s hands and nodded. “I do.”

“And do you promise to choose her, every day, for the rest of your life?”

A warm smile spread across Enid’s face as she looked at Wednesday. “I’d choose her every single time.”

A few quiet sounds of approval came from the guests, but Wednesday barely noticed them. Her eyes remained fixed on Enid, the softness in her expression growing with every word.

The officiant looked between them and smiled. “And now, your vows.”

Wednesday took a slow breath. She had prepared her vows carefully, rehearsed them more times than she would ever admit, and rewritten them twice when the words didn’t feel quite right. Yet now, standing in front of Enid and seeing the way she looked at her, every carefully chosen sentence suddenly seemed insufficient.

“Enid,” she began.

Enid’s smile trembled as she listened.

“You entered my life unexpectedly.” A small laugh escaped from the audience, but Wednesday continued without losing her composure. “I was not looking for anyone. I certainly wasn’t looking for someone who would talk as much as you do.”

Enid laughed softly through her tears.

“But somehow, you became the person I wanted beside me.”

Wednesday’s voice remained calm, but there was no hiding what was in her eyes. “You have made my life louder,” she said, her voice softening as she looked at Enid. “brighter and better.”

The tears Enid had been trying to hold back finally slipped down her cheeks. Wednesday reached up and gently brushed one away with her thumb.

“I cannot promise that I will always understand your fascination with glitter.” Enid laughed through her tears, and several guests smiled along with her. “But I can promise that I will always try.”

The laughter in the garden faded as Wednesday continued. “I promise to stand beside you, to protect you, to listen when you need me to listen, and to hold you when words aren’t enough. No matter how many years pass or how much our lives change, I promise that I will always come home to you.”

Enid covered her mouth for a moment, overwhelmed by Wednesday’s words. Her eyes stayed on her as she tried to hold back another wave of tears.

Wednesday’s voice grew quieter as she finished. “You are my home, Enid.”

The garden fell silent for a moment. Enid took a shaky breath before letting out a small, tearful laugh. “My turn.”

Wednesday nodded, waiting for her to continue.

Enid looked at her for a long moment before finally speaking. “Wednesday Addams.” She smiled through her tears. “I have loved you for so long that sometimes I forget there was ever a version of my life without you in it.”

“You’re the most intimidating person I’ve ever met,” Enid continued, earning a few quiet laughs from the guests. “And somehow, you’re also the safest.”

She gently squeezed Wednesday’s hands. “You pretend you don’t need anyone, but I know you. And I know you need me just as much as I need you.”

A faint smile appeared on Wednesday’s lips.

“I promise to make you laugh,” Enid continued, her voice trembling slightly. “I promise to annoy you. I promise to steal your shirts.”

Wednesday raised an eyebrow, making Enid grin. “Frequently.”

A few more laughs came from the guests.

Enid’s expression softened as she continued. “I promise to remind you to eat when you’re working too much, and I promise to hug you even when you pretend you don’t want one.”

“I never said I didn’t want one,” Wednesday quietly interrupted.

Enid’s smile softened even more. “And I promise to love you,” she said, her voice barely above a whisper. “Every version of you. Today, tomorrow, when we’re old, when we’re tired, when life is easy, and when it isn’t.”

She squeezed Wednesday’s hands and held her gaze. “I choose you.”

The officiant waited until both of them had composed themselves before turning toward the family. “May we have the rings?”

Gomez stood and handed Wednesday’s ring to her, while Morticia did the same for Enid. Wednesday gently took Enid’s left hand and slowly slid the ring onto her finger.

“With this ring, I give you my promise.”

Enid looked down at the ring for a moment before lifting her eyes back to Wednesday. She then took Wednesday’s hand and carefully placed the ring on her finger.

“With this ring, I give you mine.”

The officiant smiled at them both. “By the authority entrusted to me, and with the love and support of everyone gathered here today, I now pronounce you married.”

He paused briefly before adding with a smile, “You may kiss your wife.”

Enid’s face immediately lit up, and Wednesday leaned toward her. Their lips met softly at first, but the kiss soon became deeper. Enid gently placed both hands on Wednesday’s face, holding her cheeks as she leaned closer. Wednesday wrapped both arms around Enid’s waist, pulling her gently closer.

Neither of them seemed to remember that they were standing in front of all their family and friends. Enid’s hands remained on Wednesday’s face as they continued kissing, completely lost in the moment and in each other.

At first, everyone watched in silence. Then Esther started laughing, followed by Morticia and Gomez. A few of their friends joined in, but Wednesday and Enid didn’t seem to notice any of it.

Murray cleared his throat, but neither of them seemed to notice. When he coughed again, a little louder this time, a few people nearby started laughing. It took a third cough before Wednesday and Enid finally pulled apart, both looking slightly dazed as they remembered where they were.

Enid glanced around at everyone watching them, her cheeks turning pink as she realized just how long they had been kissing.

From her seat, Yoko called out with a laugh, “Guys, the whole night is yours. Don’t be impatient!”

The garden erupted into laughter, and Enid covered her face, her cheeks turning pink as Wednesday stood beside her, trying her best to keep a straight face. Even she couldn’t hide the smile on her lips. Soon, the laughter turned into applause as Gomez was the first to rise, followed closely by Morticia. Their families stood together, cheering as Wednesday and Enid turned toward them, still holding hands. For the first time that evening, Wednesday made no attempt to hide her smile. Enid was standing beside her, and now, officially, she always would be.

The applause seemed to go on forever as everyone gathered around them, with Gomez being easily the loudest of them all.

“That is my daughter!”

“Father!” Wednesday called, already knowing exactly what was coming.

Gomez ignored her and crossed the space between them, pulling Wednesday into an enormous hug. Wednesday let out a quiet sigh but didn’t pull away, resting one hand briefly against his shoulder.

“My little girl is married!”

Wednesday glanced at him. “I am twenty-seven.”

“You will always be my little girl.”

“I have been running half of your company for years.”

“And yet you are still my little girl.”

Enid couldn’t hold back her laughter. Gomez finally released Wednesday and immediately pulled Enid into another enthusiastic hug. “And now you are my daughter too!”

Enid hugged him back with a laugh. “Thank you.”

Morticia stepped forward and gently embraced Enid. “Welcome to the family, darling.”

“Thank you, Mrs. Addams.”

Morticia smiled warmly. “You may call me Mom.”

Enid’s expression brightened. “Thank you, Mom.”

Morticia then turned toward Wednesday, her expression softening as she looked at her daughter. “You look happy.”

Wednesday glanced at Enid before answering, “I am.”

Morticia leaned in and kissed her daughter’s cheek. “That is all I ever wanted.”

Wednesday’s expression softened, and for a moment, she had no words to offer her mother. Before she could say anything, a familiar voice suddenly called out from behind them.

“ENID!”

Enid barely had time to turn before Yoko came running toward her and pulled her into a tight hug.

“You’re married!”

“Yes!” Enid laughed.

“You’re actually married. I can’t believe it!”

Yoko finally pulled away, and Enid immediately noticed the redness around her eyes. She smiled knowingly. “Have you been crying?”

“No.”

Divina, who was standing nearby, laughed. “She has been crying since the ceremony started.”

Yoko turned toward her. “You were not supposed to tell her that.”

“You cried when she walked down the aisle, during Wednesday’s vows, and again during Enid’s vows.”

Yoko sighed. “Everyone looked beautiful. What was I supposed to do?”

Enid laughed and pulled her into another hug. Yoko rested her face against Enid’s shoulder, her voice becoming softer. “You were literally a baby when I met you.”

“I was eighteen.”

“My baby.”

Enid smiled. “I’m still here, you know.”

“I know.” Yoko squeezed her tighter. “That’s why I’m not ready for this.”

Divina gently pulled her back. “Let her breathe.”

Yoko reluctantly let go, wiping her eyes as Enid laughed.

Divina leaned toward Enid and whispered, “She has been practicing what she wanted to say to you for three weeks.”

Yoko immediately looked at her. “I hate you.”

“You’ll survive.”

Yoko shook her head but smiled.

Her attention soon shifted toward Wednesday, who had been watching them with quiet amusement. Yoko walked over and pointed at her.

“You.”

Wednesday raised an eyebrow. “Yes?”

“I have known Enid for years. She is my best friend, and she means everything to me.”

“I know.”

“So if you ever hurt her, I don’t care how rich your family is. I will find a way to make you regret it.”

Divina sighed from behind her. “Yoko, you have absolutely no plan.”

“I’m working on that part.”

The faintest smile appeared on Wednesday’s lips. She extended her hand toward Yoko. “I have no intention of hurting her.”

Yoko looked at her for a moment before taking her hand. “Good. Because I’ll know.”

“I expect you will.”

Yoko glanced toward Enid, who was watching them with a smile. “She better be happy.”

Wednesday didn’t hesitate. “She will be.”

Yoko’s eyes immediately filled with tears again.

“Oh, come on,” Divina muttered.

Yoko ignored her and hurried back to Enid, pulling her into one last hug. “I love you so much.”

“I love you too.”

“You’ve really grown up.”

Enid smiled. “I got married, Yoko. I didn’t move to another planet.”

“I know, but it feels like you did.”

Enid laughed as Yoko wiped her eyes again. Divina shook her head, but she was smiling too. Wednesday watched them with a small smile, knowing that despite all their teasing, the three of them had been a family of their own long before today.

By then, Bianca and Eugene had joined them, both looking far too pleased with themselves. Bianca was the first to reach Enid and pull her into a tight hug. “Congratulations,” she said warmly. “You look beautiful.”

“Thank you.”

Eugene looked between Wednesday and Enid with a grin. “Eight years, huh? You two really took your time.”

Wednesday gave him a dry look. “Were you expecting a wedding sooner?”

“Honestly? Yes.”

Bianca laughed. “We all were.”

Enid looked at them in surprise. “You actually thought we’d get married?”

Eugene shook his head. “Enid, you followed her around for months before she finally admitted she liked you.”

“I did not follow her around.”

“You absolutely did,” Bianca said. “You used to find excuses to sit next to her in every class.”

Enid looked at Wednesday. “You remember that?”

“Of course I do.”

“See?” Eugene said. “She remembers everything.”

Wednesday sighed. “Unfortunately.”

Enid laughed and slipped her hand into Wednesday’s. “And you still married me.”

“I did.”

“Why?”

Wednesday looked at her with a small smile. “You already know why.”

They hadn’t always been one group. Yoko and Divina had been Enid’s closest friends, while Bianca and Eugene had known Wednesday long before she met Enid. When Wednesday and Enid started dating, their two separate groups slowly became one.

At first, it was just small things. They started having lunch together, going out after class, watching movies, celebrating birthdays, and making plans that somehow always ended with everyone showing up. Before long, they were all close, and it became hard to remember a time when they hadn’t been friends.

They had watched Wednesday and Enid’s relationship grow from the very beginning. They remembered how awkward things had been when the two first started getting close, with Enid constantly trying to understand what was going on in Wednesday’s head while Wednesday insisted there was nothing to understand. They had seen their first date, their first anniversary, their arguments, and the way they always found their way back to each other.

Over the years, they had watched Wednesday become softer without changing who she was, while Enid had grown more confident without losing the warmth that made her who she was. Their friends had seen every part of their relationship, from the early days when neither of them knew where things were going to the point where marriage had become the most natural next step.

So seeing them standing together now, married at twenty-seven, felt less like the beginning of something new and more like the next part of a story they had all been watching for years and judging by the smiles around them, everyone was more than happy to be there for it.

Across the garden, the Sinclair family stood together, watching Enid laugh with her friends. Esther couldn’t stop smiling as she watched her daughter, although the tears in her eyes made it clear how emotional she was. Beside her, Murray was making a very poor attempt at hiding that he felt the same way. Esther gently nudged him and smiled. “You’re crying.” Murray quickly shook his head. “I am not.” She gave him a knowing look. “You are.” He wiped his eyes and muttered, “It’s allergies.” Esther glanced at him. “It’s nighttime.” Murray sighed. “Very aggressive allergies.”

Esther laughed softly and reached for his hand. Murray looked toward Enid again, watching her surrounded by the people she loved. His expression slowly changed as he took in the sight of his daughter standing there, married and happy. “She really is growing up.” Esther squeezed his hand. “She is, but she isn’t leaving us. She’s just starting her own family.” Murray nodded, although his eyes had already moved toward Wednesday, bringing back the familiar protective look on his face. “I still need to have a conversation with her.”

Esther smiled. “Of course.” Murray gave her a determined nod before making his way toward Wednesday.

Enid noticed him approaching and smiled. “Dad?” Murray stopped in front of Wednesday, who calmly waited for him. “Wednesday.”

“Mr. Sinclair.”

His expression immediately changed. “Don’t call me that.”

Wednesday blinked. “Would you prefer Murray?”

“Yes.”

“Then Murray.”

Murray nodded, apparently satisfied, before glancing at Enid and turning his attention back to Wednesday. “I know you love my daughter, and I know you’ve been together for years. I also know Enid chose you, but she’s still my little girl.”

Something softened in Wednesday’s expression. “I understand.”

Murray held her gaze for a moment before extending his hand. “Take care of her.”

Wednesday shook it firmly. “I will.”

Murray nodded, but he clearly wasn’t finished. “And if you ever make her cry, I will personally come to your office.”

Enid groaned. “Dad!”

“I’m not threatening her. I’m making my expectations clear.”

Wednesday’s lips twitched slightly. “Understood.”

“And I know where you work.”

“I am aware.”

Enid covered her face with both hands, trying not to laugh. “Why are both of you like this?”

Murray looked at her without any shame. “I’m being a father.”

“You’re threatening my wife on our wedding day.”

“I am not threatening her.”

Wednesday quietly looked at Enid. “He is.”

Murray gave her an offended look. “I am not.”

Enid lowered her hands and laughed. “You two are impossible.”

“I’m surrounded,” Murray muttered.

Esther finally walked over, laughing softly as she watched them, and pulled Enid into a warm embrace. “My baby.”

“Mom-”

“I can’t believe you’re married.”

Enid hugged her tighter. “I love you.”

“I love you too.”

Murray joined them, wrapping an arm around both of them. For a moment, the three of them simply stood together while the celebration continued around them. After a moment, Enid reached for Wednesday, and Wednesday stepped closer without hesitation, taking her hand.

Esther looked at the two of them, her smile softening as she watched Enid’s hand resting in Wednesday’s. “Take care of each other.”

Enid squeezed Wednesday’s hand. “We will, Mom.”

Wednesday gave Esther a quiet nod. “You have my word.”

The celebration continued long after the formal ceremony had ended, and once everyone had relaxed, the garden became even livelier. Music played while people moved between the tables, helping themselves to food and desserts, and the newly opened bottles of champagne quickly made their way around the guests. Enid had barely finished greeting one relative before another came over to congratulate her, and whenever she managed to escape them, one of her friends was there to pull her into another photograph.

Eventually, Enid found herself back with Yoko and Divina near one of the tables, finally getting a moment to breathe. Yoko looked at her for a moment before a mischievous smile appeared on her face. “So, Mrs. Addams”

Enid immediately narrowed her eyes. “Don’t.”

“I haven’t even said anything.”

“I know that look.”

Yoko leaned closer. “I was just wondering if you’ve prepared yourself for tonight.”

Enid’s cheeks immediately turned pink. “Prepared myself for what?”

Yoko gave her an innocent look. “Your wedding night.”

“Yoko!”

Divina burst out laughing while Yoko looked far too pleased with herself. “What? Someone has to ask the important questions. You know Wednesday, she may look calm now, but I have a feeling she has been waiting for tonight just as much as you have.”

Enid covered her face with both hands. “Please stop.”

“I’m just saying, you might want to save some energy because you’re going to need it.”

“My energy is none of your business.”

“Of course it is. I’m your best friend.”

Divina shook her head. “That is not what being a best friend means.”

Yoko ignored her and continued, “And if you need any advice on how to get Wednesday in the mood, you know where to find me.”

“I absolutely do not need your advice.”

“Are you sure?”

“Yes.”

“Because I have ideas.”

“Yoko!”

Divina laughed and pulled Yoko back before she could say anything else. “Leave her alone. She’s already embarrassed enough.”

Yoko raised both hands. “Fine, fine. I’ll stop.”

Enid shook her head, laughing despite herself. “You’re impossible.”

“And you love me.”

“Unfortunately.”

Yoko gasped while Divina laughed again. “She’s definitely been spending too much time with Wednesday.”

Enid smiled and glanced across the garden. Wednesday was standing near Gomez, listening to something he was saying, but her eyes found Enid almost immediately. Their gazes met, and Wednesday gave her the smallest smile.

Enid smiled back before turning to her friends. “I’m going to my wife.”

Yoko gave her a knowing look. “Of course you are.”

“Behave.”

“I am behaving.”

Divina laughed. “You really aren’t.”

Enid shook her head and left them, making her way through the crowd toward Wednesday. By the time she reached her, the teasing had finally faded from her mind, replaced by the simple happiness of being beside her again.

“Hi.”

Wednesday looked at her. “You’ve been gone for eleven minutes.”

Enid stared at her. “You counted?”

“Yes.”

She slipped her arms around Wednesday’s waist and rested against her. “Were you lonely?”

“Profoundly.”

Enid laughed. “You’re so dramatic.”

“I learned from you.”

“I missed you.”

“We were twenty feet apart.”

“Still.”

Wednesday wrapped an arm around her and pulled her a little closer. “I missed you too.”

Enid smiled up at her. “I’ll tell you later.”

Wednesday narrowed her eyes. “I’m beginning to think I should be concerned.”

“You probably should.”

Wednesday smiled as she placed one hand around Enid’s waist while Enid rested her hands on her shoulders. They moved slowly with the music, barely paying attention to anyone around them. They continued dancing, slowly and without paying much attention to anyone around them. The crowd, the music, the photographs and all the excitement of the evening seemed to fade into the background. For those few minutes, it was simply the two of them enjoying their first dance as wives.

Later in the evening, Enid found herself sitting between her parents while Murray entertained the table with an embarrassing story from her childhood.

“Dad!”

“What?”

“You promised never to tell anyone that.”

“I promised never to tell anyone before your wedding.”

“That is not the same thing!”

Esther laughed. “You were adorable.”

“I was six!”

“You were still adorable.”

Across the table, Wednesday listened with a quiet smile. Enid noticed and immediately pointed at her. “Don’t you dare laugh.”

Wednesday kept a straight face. “I would never.”

“You’re smiling.”

“I am not.”

“You are!”

Murray looked at Wednesday with an amused smile. “She does that.”

Wednesday nodded. “I know.”

Enid looked between the two of them. “You’re teaming up against me.”

Murray smiled. “Welcome to marriage.”

Enid groaned as the teasing continued, but after a moment, she got up from between her parents and moved to the empty seat beside Wednesday. Once she settled down, Wednesday quietly reached for her hand beneath the table, their fingers slipping together. The small gesture was enough to make Enid smile again as she leaned slightly closer to her wife.

Later, as the night grew quieter and most of the guests settled into smaller groups, Gomez found Wednesday and Enid standing near the edge of the garden. He looked between them with a knowing smile before glancing toward the house.

“Well, I suppose you two should get some rest.”

Enid immediately looked suspicious. “Why did you say that like that?”

Gomez’s smile widened. “Like what?”

“Like you’re trying to tell us something.”

“Me? Never.”

Wednesday gave her father a calm look. “That usually means you are.”

Before Gomez could come up with an answer, Morticia joined them, already amused by the conversation. She looked at Enid and said, “Your father in law has been giving Wednesday advice all evening.”

Enid turned toward her wife. “What kind of advice?”

“None that was necessary,” Wednesday replied.

Gomez placed a hand over his heart. “I was simply making sure my daughter had a memorable wedding night.”

“Father.”

Enid covered her face, laughing as Morticia shook her head.

“Gomez, leave them alone.”

“I am leaving them alone.”

“You are still standing here.”

“I am emotionally leaving them alone.”

Wednesday looked at him. “That does not mean anything.”

Gomez laughed. “Fine. I’ll behave.”

He had barely finished speaking when Bianca and Eugene walked over, both looking far too amused after clearly hearing the last part of the conversation.

Eugene looked between the newlyweds. “Should we even ask?”

“No,” Enid said quickly.

“Yes,” Bianca said at the same time.

Enid groaned. “I knew this was going to happen.”

Bianca grinned. “We’ve known you for eight years. You can at least give us a little something.”

“You’re getting nothing.”

“What about tomorrow morning?” Bianca asked. “A small update?”

“There will be no update.”

Wednesday looked at Bianca with a perfectly serious expression. “I agree with Enid.”

Enid smiled at her. “Thank you.”

Eugene shook his head. “She’s already taking her wife’s side.”

“She’s been doing that for years,” Bianca replied.

Before Enid could answer, Yoko appeared with Divina, and the moment Enid saw the grin on Yoko’s face, she already knew she was about to regret it.

Yoko looked at Wednesday. “I just have one thing to say.”

Wednesday raised an eyebrow. “Go ahead.”

Enid’s face immediately turned red. “Yoko!”

Divina burst out laughing, while Yoko shrugged as if she had said something completely normal. “What? I’m looking out for my best friend.”

Wednesday’s lips twitched. “Your concern is noted.”

Yoko looked impressed. “Good answer.”

Enid covered her face. “I hate all of you.”

“No, you don’t,” Yoko said cheerfully. “You love us.”

“Unfortunately,” Divina added.

Yoko laughed and gave Wednesday one last look. “I like you.”

“I had suspected,” Wednesday replied.

Enid lowered her hands and stared at them. “Are you two seriously becoming friends right now?”

“Maybe,” Yoko said with a grin.

“Unlikely,” Wednesday replied.

“Give it time.”

Yoko and Divina eventually walked away, still laughing, while Bianca and Eugene followed them after giving Enid one last teasing smile. Gomez and Morticia were the last to leave, with Gomez giving Wednesday an exaggerated nod that made Enid laugh all over again.

Once they were finally alone, Enid let out a long breath. “I cannot believe that just happened.”

Wednesday glanced at her. “Your friends are strange.”

Enid slipped her hand into hers. “You love them.”

Wednesday looked toward the group disappearing into the house before turning back to her wife. “Unfortunately.”

Enid laughed and leaned against her shoulder. “Come on. I think we’ve been teased enough for one night.”

“I agree.”

Together, they made their way inside. The mansion was much quieter now, the music had stopped, and most of the lights had been dimmed. After the noise and excitement of the entire day, the silence felt almost strange.

As they walked through the foyer, Enid glanced down at the rings on their fingers and smiled. She turned to Wednesday, her expression softening as she took in the fact that they were finally alone.

“It’s just us now.”

Wednesday looked at her and gave her hand a gentle squeeze. “Finally.”

Enid smiled and let Wednesday lead her upstairs. They walked through the quiet hallway together, their footsteps the only sound around them. After spending the entire day surrounded by family and friends, it felt strange to finally have no one calling their names, asking for another photograph, or pulling them into another conversation. It was just the two of them now, with their bedroom waiting at the end of the hall.

When they stepped inside, Wednesday closed the door behind them. The quiet felt different up here. There was no music from the garden, no laughter from the guests, and no one waiting to get their attention. For the first time since the ceremony began, they were completely alone.

Enid looked at her with immediate curiosity. “For me?”

Wednesday nodded, and Enid’s eyes narrowed with a playful smile. “What is it?”

“You’ll see.”

Instead of answering, Wednesday walked over to the wardrobe and opened one of the doors. She reached inside and brought out a small black box before returning to Enid.

Enid’s face lit up when she saw it. “You got me something?”

“It is a wedding gift.”

“Wednesday!”

She took the box from her and carefully opened it. Inside was a delicate necklace with a small pendant that caught the light. It was simple and elegant, exactly the kind of thing Wednesday would choose for her.

Enid stared at it for a moment before looking up with a smile. “Oh my God. It’s beautiful.”

“I thought you might like it.”

“I love it.”

She lifted the necklace from the box and turned around, moving her hair away from her neck. “Put it on me?”

“Of course.”

Wednesday took the necklace from her and carefully fastened it around Enid’s neck. Once she was done, she leaned forward and pressed a soft kiss against the back of Enid’s neck.

Enid smiled and turned back to face her. “Okay. My turn.”

Wednesday raised an eyebrow. “You have something for me?”

“Yes.”

Enid walked toward the bed with a small smile, looking far too pleased with herself. “But you have to follow instructions.”

Wednesday looked suspicious. “What instructions?”

“Close your eyes.”

“Why?”

“Because it’s a surprise.”

Wednesday sighed but closed her eyes. “Fine.”

Wednesday slowly looked her over. “You-” She paused, unable to find the right words.

Enid's smile widened. “Speechless?”

“Temporarily.”

Enid laughed. “I'll take it.”

She stepped closer and reached for Wednesday's suit jacket. “Come here.”

With a playful smile, she slipped the jacket from Wednesday's shoulders and placed it aside. Then she loosened the top buttons of Wednesday's shirt, leaving her once perfectly formal appearance a little less composed.

Wednesday watched her closely. “You planned this.”

“Obviously.”

Enid placed both hands on Wednesday's shoulders and gently guided her backward until she sat on the edge of the bed. Enid stood between her knees, smiling as Wednesday reached for her waist, clearly intending to pull her closer.

Before she could, Enid caught her hands.

“Uh-uh.”

Wednesday looked up at her. “No?”

Enid shook her head, trying not to laugh. “Not yet.”

One eyebrow lifted. “And why not?”

Enid smiled, holding up one finger as though she were about to make an important announcement.

“Because..” She paused for dramatic effect “before anything else, we have to discuss something very important.”

Wednesday stared at her while Enid tried to hide a grin.

“The terms and conditions of our marriage.”

Enid bit her lip, clearly pleased with herself, before stepping away from Wednesday and walking toward the table. Wednesday watched her curiously as she picked something up and turned back around with a folded stack of papers in her hands.

“What is that?”

“Nothing.”

“Enid.”

Enid's Official Terms & Conditions of Marriage

1. This is officially our bedroom now. No more “my room.”

2. Enid gets unlimited cuddling rights.

3. Wednesday is not allowed to complain when Enid steals her side of the bed.

4. Enid is allowed to kick Wednesday when she steals the blanket. “That one is self-defense.”

5. Wednesday has to let Enid bring plenty of color into their otherwise extremely black bedroom.

6. Enid gets to put their wedding photos wherever she wants.

7. Wednesday has to occasionally admit that she likes the cute things Enid puts around the house.

8. Enid can randomly crawl into Wednesday's lap whenever she wants.

9. Wednesday is required to tolerate spontaneous hugs, kisses, and cuddles without pretending she's inconvenienced.

10. Enid is allowed to call Wednesday “my wife” whenever she feels like it, because she waited a very long time to get that title.

11. Wednesday has to use “my wife” at least once in a while without Enid having to ask first.

12. Wednesday cannot work through every dinner just because she has an important meeting with clients.

13. If Wednesday is going to be late from Addams Industries, Enid gets a message.

14. Wednesday has to come home and actually switch off from work sometimes.

15. Once a month, Enid gets to plan their entire day without Wednesday asking what she has planned.

16. Wednesday will never make Enid feel like staying home makes her any less ambitious or important.

17. If Enid starts explaining the difference between two flowers, Wednesday has to let her finish before correcting her.

18. Any flowers Enid brings home from the garden are staying there unless they are actually dead.

19. Wednesday is not allowed to call anything Enid grows “offensively cheerful” more than twice in the same week.

20. Sunday mornings belong to them. Lazy breakfast, cuddles, and absolutely no rushing.

21. Enid gets first choice of what they watch on their lazy nights together.

22. Wednesday can choose the movie next time, but Enid reserves the right to fall asleep halfway through it.

23. Wednesday has to let Enid steal her clothes.

24. Wednesday cannot complain when Enid leaves her colorful clothes mixed with the black ones.

25. No matter how busy they become, they keep their little college traditions.

26. Wednesday has to keep making those tiny gestures she's always made for Enid, because Enid notices every single one.

27. Enid gets to wake Wednesday up with affection whenever she wants. “You're my wife. There are consequences.”

28. Wednesday is allowed to have her quiet time whenever she needs it, and Enid promises to respect it.

29. Whenever one of them has had a terrible day, the other is officially required to provide food, cuddles, and absolutely no unnecessary questions.

30. No going to bed angry. Whatever the argument is about, they have to talk it out before falling asleep, even if it takes all night.

Enid lowered the papers slightly and looked at Wednesday with a satisfied smile. “Okay. Those are the important ones.”

Wednesday looked at the pages and then back at her. “You called all thirty of those important?”

“Yes.”

“You have written thirty rules about my sleeping habits, wardrobe, flowers, work, and your cuddling privileges.”

Enid grinned. “And you haven't reached the actual marriage rules yet.”

Wednesday raised an eyebrow. “There is more?”

“There is always more.”

Enid turned to the next page.

“These are the ones I really want us to remember.”

She took a small breath before reading them.

The Actual Marriage Rules

1. Always say “good night” before going to sleep, even after the longest day.

2. Always say “I love you” before leaving for the day.

3. No silent treatment. If something is wrong, they talk about it.

4. If one of them needs space, she gets it without the other taking it personally.

5. Every anniversary gets celebrated, even the small ones.

6. No pretending not to like cuddling. At least five proper cuddles every day.

7. No secretly working through the night instead of sleeping.

8. No skipping meals because they're “busy.”

9. Whoever wakes up first owes the other a good morning kiss.

10. Random kisses are always allowed.

11. Whenever Wednesday comes home, Enid gets a proper welcome-home kiss. No exceptions.

12. Neither of them is allowed to bring work stress into bed and pretend the other isn't there.

13. At least one proper date together every week, even if the date is just dinner at home.

14. If Enid falls asleep during Wednesday's movie choice, Wednesday is not allowed to hold it against her.

15. Wednesday gets to have her quiet evenings, and Enid gets to have her unnecessarily enthusiastic ones.

16. They celebrate the little things too, because not everything important needs a special occasion.

17. Whenever life gets difficult, they face it together instead of turning against each other.

18. They will make time for family dinners, birthdays, holidays, and all the little occasions that bring everyone together.

19. Neither of them will ever make the other choose between their marriage and the people they love.

20. If they ever have children, they will make sure their kids grow up knowing how loved they are and knowing they can always come to them with anything.

Wednesday was quiet for a moment then she looked at the stack in Enid's hands. “You really thought about all of this.”

Enid's smile softened. “Of course I did.” She looked down at the pages before continuing. “I know most of these are silly. But I want all of it, Wends. The lazy Sundays, the stupid arguments, stealing your clothes, fighting over what to watch, bringing flowers home, having dinner together.”

Wednesday looked at her for a long moment.

Enid swallowed before asking, “So, are you agreeing?”

Wednesday held out her hand. “Give me the paper.”

Enid blinked. “You're actually going to sign it?”

“Yes.”

“All of it?”

“Yes.”

Enid smiled and handed it over. Wednesday read through the pages once more before reaching into the pocket of her shirt and pulling out a pen. Enid stared at her for a moment. “You carry a pen in your shirt pocket?”

Wednesday looked at her as though the question were obvious. “I am a woman who likes to be prepared.”

Enid laughed. “Of course you are.”

Wednesday signed her name at the bottom of the page, then paused.

Enid watched curiously.

“What?”

“There is one thing missing.”

Wednesday wrote something beneath her signature before handing the papers back.

Enid looked down.

Additional Condition: Wednesday Addams will love Enid Sinclair Addams for the rest of her life.

Enid read it twice before looking up at her, her eyes already shining. “That wasn't in my rules.”

“No.”

“Then why did you add it?”

Wednesday reached for her hand and gently held it. “That's my promise.”

Enid's eyes immediately filled with tears. “Oh, Wends”

She moved toward her without another word and climbed onto Wednesday's lap, wrapping both arms around her neck. Wednesday caught her automatically, one arm settling around her waist while the other held her close.

Enid buried her face against Wednesday's shoulder. “You're so unfair.”

Wednesday gently rubbed her back. “How?”

“You can't just say things like that.”

“I believe I can.”

Enid laughed softly through her tears and pulled back just enough to look at her. “You could've just said yes.”

Wednesday pressed a gentle kiss to her forehead. “I did.”

“You wrote me a legally binding love confession.”

“You wrote fifty conditions.”

Enid laughed again and rested her forehead against Wednesday's. “Fair.”

For a while, they stayed close, simply enjoying the quiet of the room after such a long day. The ceremony, their families, their friends, the laughter, the tears, and all the attention that had followed them since morning had finally come to an end, leaving them with a rare moment where they didn't have to share each other with anyone else.

Wednesday slowly pulled back and looked at Enid, her thumb brushing gently across her cheek. “So..”

Enid smiled. “Yes?”

“Are we finished with the paperwork?”

A smile spread across Enid’s face. “Yes.”

“Good.”