Chapter Two
Enid had settled in at the Addams family home surprisingly well.
It wasn't the first time she'd met Wednesday's family, nor was it the first time she'd been at Wednesday's home. But that was before she was quite literally 𝘭𝘪𝘷𝘪𝘯𝘨 there.
All of them had been lovingly welcoming, even Wednesday's four-year-old brother Pubert. To be honest, he couldn't have been less fazed about Enid's arrival. He had literally just asked to see her claws and went about his day.
Morticia had been nothing but loving to the wolf, though she was 𝘭𝘪𝘷𝘪𝘥 when she had found out what happened between Enid and her mom. What made her so 𝘢𝘯𝘨𝘳𝘺 was how 𝘤𝘢𝘭𝘮 Enid was about the whole situation. She just casually dropped it like it was a regular thing when Morticia questioned why she was in such a rough state. "Oh yeah, me and my mom like nearly killed each other. That's why I can't go home." Morticia felt sick at the sentence. No child should think that's normal.
She was honestly moments away from stepping out the door and 𝘮𝘶𝘳𝘥𝘦𝘳𝘪𝘯𝘨 Esther Sinclair, and same went for Wednesday.
Gomez and Pugsley had just been on their toes about the whole situation. After discovering about what happened with Enid and her mother, the father and son were obsessively anxious to make the girl uncomfortable. If Pugsley wasn't stopping midway through one of his and Wednesday's screaming matches, Gomez was bringing her cups of hot tea and bringing her new clothes he thought she'd like as the majority of her wardrobe had been left behind.
The Addams family were weird, that was for sure, but they were...nice weird??
And well...Enid quite liked their nice weird.
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Enid had woken up late at night from a nightmare with a peaceful Wednesday sleeping beside her, with her head on the taller girl's chest and her arms draped around her waist. Wednesday only really slept properly when Enid was in bed with her. Enid's throat felt dry from the gasp she let out upon waking up, and slowly untangled herself from Wednesday.
She looked down at the raven-haired girl and moved the loose strands of hair out of her face. God, Wednesday was beautiful. Enid leaned down and placed a small kiss on the goth's forehead, sure not to wake her up before getting up from the bed and walking down to the kitchen.
While running the water to fill up a glass cup, she heard someone say her name, and she nearly jumped out of her skin. She turned around with her claws out, but sighed in relief when she saw it was only Pugsley.
"Jesus Christ, Pugsley," she breathed out, holding a hand to her chest as her claws retracted. "You scared the shit out of me."
"Sorry!" the dark-haired boy exclaimed. "Sorry! I'm so sorry! I didn't mean to scare you! Don't tell Wednesday-"
Enid couldn't help but giggle at the young boys panic. "Relax, Pugs. I'm fine."
Like any Addams, his face scrunched up at the nickname. Enid did not care. It took a lot of convincing Wednesday to call her "Wens", but it worked. She was sure Pugsley would be easier to crack.
"What are you doing up at this time, anyways?" the wolf questioned, taking a sip from her drink. "Aren't you like ten? Don't you have a bedtime or something?"
Pugsley scowled. "I'm twelve." he then shrugged and stood next to the girl; he didn't like how she hovered over him. Made him feel like a child. "I'm an insomniac. So's Wednesday. She only really sleeps well when she's with you."
"Yeah," she laughed into her cup. "I've noticed."
The two stood in silence before a few moments before Pugsley scooched closer and decided to think out loud. "Hey, Enid?"
"Hm?"
"Have you ever thought that like..." he trailed off, trying to find a way to word it right. "Maybe your house is haunted?"
Enid tilted her head at the young boy in confusion. Haunted? Where the hell did that come from? "Never thought about that, no. Why?"
He shrugged once more. "I mean, from what I've heard, your mom is always mad. And I mean like...that must be why, right? Wednesday gets really grumpy when she's in a seance room."
Enid felt her eyes begin to sting with tears. Pugsley was so sweet and innocent. She didn't have the heart to expose him to the fact that some parents just 𝘸𝘦𝘳𝘦𝘯'𝘵 good parents. She didn't have the heart to tell him that she'd moved homes five times in her life, so unless ghosts were allowed to change their whereabouts, there was no way Esther Sinclair's actions were caused by her house being haunted.
"Yeah," Enid let out a watery smile, sniffling to hold back her tears. "Yeah, that must be why."
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Enid returned to hers and Wednesday's bedroom (surprisingly, it had been Wednesday that suggested that) and nearly died on the spot 𝘢𝘨𝘢𝘪𝘯 when she saw Wednesday wide awake, sitting up when she saw the blonde come through the door.
"Where'd you go?" she questioned.
Enid let out a stiffled yawn. "Just getting some water."
Wednesday's head tilted and her lips pierced. "Why is your mascara smudged? Were you crying? What's wrong? What happened? Why didn't you wake me - "
Enid cut her girlfriend's rambling off with a soft kiss to her lips, which Wednesday immediately reciprocated, leaning up into the girl. Enid was the first to pull away, resting her forehead against Wednesday's. "You ramble a lot you know. It's cute."
"Shut up." Wednesday said out of pure instinct, and the girl in front of her couldn't help but smile. "No, but seriously. Why were you crying?"
Enid sighed, hoping Wednesday would have dropped it, but of course she didn't. It was Wednesday. Enid once "breathed funny" and she asked her if she was okay on a loop for the next hour and a half. "When I was in the kitchen, I ran into Pugsley - "
Wednesday instantly shot up from her bed. "What did he say? I swear down, I'm going to squash that 𝘭𝘪𝘵𝘵𝘭𝘦 𝘪𝘯𝘴𝘦𝘤𝘵 - "
"Whoa whoa whoa whoa," Enid placed her hands on her girlfriend's shoulders, slowly placing her back onto the bed. "He didn't say anything. Well, he did, but not to hurt my feelings."
Wednesday still felt homocidal. "Elaborate."
Enid layed down and patted down for Wednesday to lay beside her, which the goth surely did. Like always, Wednesday placed her head on Enid's chest and wrapped her arms around her waist. "When I ran into Pugsley, he asked me if I'd ever thought my house was haunted. When I asked why, he said that, since my mom was always mad, it'd only make sense if it was because my house was haunted."
"I see," Wednesday nodded along, listening intently. "I still do not understand why this caused tears. Was it the mentioning of your mother...?"
"No, no, no," the blonde shook her head. "It was more...envy, I guess? I mean like, it doesn't even occure to Pugsley that a parent would be angry with their child unless there was some curse behind it." she explained, and Wednesday looked up at her with those same soft eyes she always gave her. "I never got that. It was all I knew. And I'm 𝘴𝘰 𝘩𝘢𝘱𝘱𝘺 you, Pubert and Pugsley never had to experience that but...the shitty side of me can't help but feel a little jealous."
Wednesday hummed and changed her position, body now laying on top of Enid's. She leaned down slightly and run her finger over the scab on Enid's forehead, a small frown making its way onto her face. She swore on her life, if she ever saw Esther Sinclair's face again, she'd tear it off. No one made her Enid upset. 𝘕𝘰 𝘰𝘯𝘦. "I can't blame you." Wednesday whispered, placing a soft kiss on the cut. "Your mother has put you through hell, Enid, and you didn't deserve that, okay?"
Enid didn't looked too convinced. Wednesday didn't like this.
She softly grabbed the blonde's chin and made her look at her. "Enid," she uttered calmly. "You 𝘥𝘪𝘥 𝘯𝘰𝘵 𝘥𝘦𝘴𝘦𝘳𝘷𝘦 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵, okay? You're...you're beyond words, 𝘊𝘢𝘳𝘢 𝘮𝘪𝘢, and anyone who can't see that is idiotic and blind."
The wolf had teary eyes, but Wednesday didn't let them fall, wiping the tears off her girlfriend's cheeks. She leant down once more and cupped Enid's face, connecting their lips and straddling the blonde's thighs. Enid kept getting closer and closer, and Wednesday wasn't dumb; she knew what Enid wanted, but she wasn't in the right headspace right now.
She finally pulled away, wrapping her arms around Enid's shoulders and pulling her close.
"I love you, Enid Sinclair." she whispered.
"I love you too, Wens. More than you'll ever know."
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If Enid had to decide who was the kindest Addams, she'd have to say Gomez. Don't get her wrong, all the Addams had a soft spot in some way; especially Pugsley, but Gomez was just all around a softie. Morticia was incredibly stoic just like her daughter, Pugsley was a bit of a pyromaniac and Pubert was just a mini Wednesday. But Gomez...Gomez was just so 𝘭𝘰𝘷𝘪𝘯𝘨. To everyone. He truly had a heart of gold.
He was the kind of father Enid wished she had growing up. Murray Sinclair wasn't a horrible father per se, but he was an enabler. He enabled everything her mother and brothers put her through. No matter how much he said he loved her, Enid knew that if he 𝘵𝘳𝘶𝘭𝘺 loved his daughter that much, he wouldn't have allowed that. And he did.
Gomez was the complete opposite. He was a kind soul, but the fact he was Wednesday's father came out to 𝘴𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘦 whenever someone he loved was endangered. Enid wished she had that. A male authority figure who had...who had 𝘴𝘵𝘶𝘤𝘬 𝘶𝘱 for her. Her father sat by and watched it happen, and her brothers were nearly as bad as her mother.
Needless to say, Enid Sinclair adored Gomez Addams.
And the feeling was incredibly mutual.
It was all the little things he did that made Enid feel safe and welcomed. Like how he brought her a whole new wardrobe, and how he brought both her and Wednesday coffee in the morning; exactly how they liked it, Wednesday's black and Enid's iced. Like how he reminded her to clean the cut on her forehead every time it looked a little redder than usual, and how he would adjust her hoodies every time they fell down her shoulders.
And the little speech he gave her about how she was always welcomed in his home.
Enid had been on her phone in the living room before anyone had awoke, scrolling through pictures of the...𝘣𝘦𝘵𝘵𝘦𝘳 𝘵𝘪𝘮𝘦𝘴 with her and her mother. Before they'd come to the conclusion Enid couldn't wolf out, before she was shipped off to Nevermore, before Enid found out she was the spare. The blonde felt herself tear up. There was this one specific photo of Enid on her mom's lap as a kid, no older than 5, with a wide grin on her face as she played with the woman's curly hair. And her mom...she was smiling back.
She was pretty sure that was the only photo she had of her and her mom when they were both genuinely happy together.
The wolf placed the phone down and let out a shaky sigh, wiping her eyes and shaking her head. The thoughts kept racing back in her mind. 𝘌𝘷𝘦𝘯 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘰𝘸𝘯 𝘮𝘰𝘮 𝘥𝘪𝘥𝘯'𝘵 𝘭𝘰𝘷𝘦 𝘺𝘰𝘶, 𝘸𝘩𝘺 𝘸𝘰𝘶𝘭𝘥 𝘞𝘦𝘥𝘯𝘦𝘴𝘥𝘢𝘺? 𝘠𝘰𝘶'𝘳𝘦 𝘱𝘢𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘵𝘪𝘤. 𝘈 𝘭𝘰𝘯𝘦 𝘸𝘰𝘭𝘧. 𝘠𝘰𝘶'𝘳𝘦 𝘸𝘰𝘳𝘵𝘩𝘭𝘦𝘴𝘴. 𝘞𝘰𝘳𝘵𝘩𝘭𝘦𝘴𝘴...𝘸𝘰𝘳𝘵𝘩𝘭𝘦𝘴𝘴...𝘸𝘰𝘳𝘵𝘩𝘭𝘦𝘴𝘴...
"Shut up," Enid hissed to herself. "Shut up! Shut up! Shut up!" she screamed, slapping herself in the head repeatedly.
She was so wrapped up in her own thoughts that she hadn't even noticed Gomez come in the room, probably to head to the kitchen to make Wednesday and Enid's coffees. He stopped in his tracks and just stared at the girl, not used to this type of emotional display. Living with his family, he didn't see much crying on a day to day basis.
"Enid, 𝘤𝘢𝘳𝘪𝘯𝘰, are you okay?" Gomez said softly, walking towards the girl and taking a seat beside her.
Enid quickly wiped her eyes, sniffled and immediately put on a fake smile. "Yeah! Yeah! Sorry, did I-did I wake you up?"
"No, no, no," he dismissed her concern with the wave of a hand. "I've been awake for hours, 𝘲𝘶𝘦𝘳𝘪𝘥𝘢, do not fret." he paused for a second before leaning his head down to look at the girl, who was looking down at the floor. Almost looking...𝘦𝘮𝘣𝘢𝘳𝘳𝘢𝘴𝘦𝘥. "Enid, what is the matter?"
"Nothing, nothing, honestly." she sniffled again, looking up, still smiling. "See? Fine. Peachy. Dandy. Don't worry about me."
Gomez frowned at the blonde's clearly fake expression. "But I do. I do worry about you, 𝘲𝘶𝘦𝘳𝘪𝘥𝘢. 𝘗𝘰𝘳 𝘧𝘢𝘷𝘰𝘳, tell me what is wrong. I just want to help."
Enid let out a small sigh before giving the man a half smile. "It's just...I want to forget about everything that went down with my mom because I'm here now, and I'm safe but...I can't." Gomez nodded, a sign he was listening, and placed a comforting hand on her shoulder. The fatherly touch made Enid want to sob. "I-I just...when I see how you are, with your kids and even with me, I just 𝘸𝘪𝘴𝘩 my dad would've been like that, you know? Like-like why couldn't he have just 𝘴𝘵𝘶𝘤𝘬 𝘶𝘱 𝘧𝘰𝘳 𝘮𝘦? Just 𝘰𝘯𝘤𝘦."
Gomez felt immense sympathy for the girl. He couldn't relate, as cooky as the Addams family were, they never let a member of their family suffer. But that didn't mean he had no idea what the girl was going through. He knew what it was like to be an outcast, to be shunned. Just because of how he and Morticia dressed and acted, their wedding was infiltrated with angry villagers who wanted to "rid their town of the devil." That felt terrible enough when it was by total strangers, he could not even begin to fathom what it must've been like to feel that by your own family.
And Enid...Enid was the last person who deserved that treatment. She was warm, and full of life; she had taught his daughter how to 𝘭𝘰𝘷𝘦. And what it was like to 𝘣𝘦 𝘭𝘰𝘷𝘦𝘥. And for that, he would always treat Enid like she was one of his own.
"I mean it just kinda makes me think like," Enid continued, now full blown crying in front of the man. "Am I that...am I that 𝘸𝘰𝘳𝘵𝘩𝘭𝘦𝘴𝘴? Am I just so 𝘱𝘢𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘵𝘪𝘤 that even my own family couldn't love me?"
Gomez felt his heart tug at the young girl's words. No person should feel like that, no 𝘤𝘩𝘪𝘭𝘥 should feel like that. Enid looked over at the man's expression and quickly assumed he was uncomfortable, and wiped her tears. "Sorry...sorry. I know displays of emotion are sort of uncomfortable for you."
"Enid, 𝘤𝘩𝘪𝘲𝘶𝘪𝘵𝘢, how your family treated you was in no way your fault." Gomez began, and Enid felt her eyes well up again. "As much as I wish it was not true, unfortunately this world is just full of some 𝘤𝘳𝘶𝘦𝘭, 𝘥𝘪𝘴𝘨𝘶𝘴𝘵𝘪𝘯𝘨 creatures. And as much as you didn't deserve that, your mother is one of them. But Enid it was not your fault. You are not 𝘸𝘰𝘳𝘵𝘩𝘭𝘦𝘴𝘴 or 𝘱𝘢𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘵𝘪𝘤, you are a 𝘤𝘩𝘪𝘭𝘥. A child who deserved to be loved."
Enid was once again full blown crying, and Gomez slowly pulled the sobbing girl into a hug. The blonde noticed that, like Wednesday, her father gave amazing hugs.
"And as far as I'm alive and well, you will 𝘢𝘭𝘸𝘢𝘺𝘴 have a place to come to." the man continued, but then paused and squinted his eyes. "Unless you hurt my little viper. Then I kill you."
Enid laughed at the comment. She knew the man was being dead serious, but she also knew that he knew she'd never hurt Wednesday. She loved the girl more than life itself. "Noted."
"Are you okay now, Enid?"
She thought about it before answering that question. She wanted to be honest with Gomez. And she realized, no, she wasn't okay. Maybe she'd never be okay again. But she was 𝘣𝘦𝘵𝘵𝘦𝘳. And better was a start.
"Definitely feeling better now, yeah."