The Addams family had a fantastic sense of fate, like a compass was imprinted into them at birth. Gomez knew, without fail, that if he followed his heart and his instincts, he would be led to exactly where he needed to be. It was how he went into the wrong lesson; encountered Morticia who'd been beheading roses in the greenhouse at the time; and given the rest of his life purpose.
Earlier, his son had scampered off to explore the school. Morticia had begun antagonizing Wednesday in the way only a mother could.
Caught by the pull, his heart carried him away. As ever, he trusted that whatever being guided him knew where he was needed.
He found a young lycan crying on the jetty, her feet hanging over the water. Her grotesque pinkness fascinated him, and his fascination only grew upon noticing the eerie resemblance her sweater bore to his daughter's. Yes, he was needed here.
Gomez approached the girl with exaggerated steps so she knew he was coming, giving her time to sniffle and wipe at her face. She looked up, a practiced smile freezing at the sight of her roommate's father. He gestured beside her.
"May I sit?" He asked, and she nodded, wiping her nose once more.
"Of course!"
Her politeness shone through as she shuffled over, despite many yards being free. He settled down, chuckling quietly then plunking his longer legs into the water without a care in the world. He sloshed them back and forth with an innocence Enid feared she would lose as she grew older.
"Aren't you worried about ruining your shoes? Or your trousers?" She asked, and he quickly shook his head.
"Not at all! Things are temporary, it's the experiences that stay with you! Up until now, I've not soaked a pair of shoes to this extent before, but now I have!"
He cackled like his mother, which in turn made the young wolf smile. Gomez lacked the subtle tact of his wife, so found himself smiling and looking her in the eye.
"You are upset," he stated, and she looked shocked despite the tears on her cheeks, "may I ask why?"
The young girl looked back over the lake. Like many he'd seen today, her face had been bitten pink by the chill. The blush contrasted beautifully with her pale scars. Gomez did not comment on how wonderful her scars were, though it would have been the truth. While subtleties in conversation were lost on him, he made up for it with an innate understanding of when things were better left unsaid.
"Oh, it's silly… boring even!"
Her sadness had called him here, pulled him through the crowds of Nevermore's Parents Day. Gomez wouldn't allow her to disguise her soul-deep sadness with jollities.
He was, after all, a father. Hopefully a good one. And as a (hopefully) good father, he was going to help this girl.
"Something which causes you any amount of pause, be it good or bad, is not to be laughed at, pequeña mía. Do not feel as though you must tell me, but be assured us Addamses are well attuned to people and their feelings, despite how much my scorpion tries to deny it."
Enid scoffed with a slight bitterness.
"She'd choose to ignore it though…" she mumbled, and the last piece fell into place. He leaned back, rippling the water with his sodden shoes as he watches a storm cloud begin to form overhead. It wouldn't affect them yet, but the next state over would have a sodden day.
"My beloved Wednesday, she is a wonderful person, but still falls to the same curse as most. She has the blood of an Addams, but the mindset of a teenager. It can be a cruel mix."
Enid brings her knees to her chest. He quickly changed tactics.
"But enlighten me, who is the cause of your tears? If you don't wish to divulge, please throw me into the lake! It's been too long since I scraped its depths!"
He laughed again, and Enid found herself smiling along. She releases her knees and pauses a second, before dropping them into the lake with a short plop.
"I… how much do you know about werewolves, Mr Addams?"
He waves his hand between them.
"Please, that was my father's name! Call me Gomez."
She nodded, he continued.
"I know a decent amount, I suppose. The Addams family has a pack of its own."
She snapped up straight at this information.
"You do?!" She asked, and he nodded enthusiastically.
"Certainly! It was started many generations back, great great great great great uncle Mateo found himself blessed with a mate, Alma. They were married, had children, and when his second cousin Amaia mated with Lucia, another lycan, they made a pack bond which only grew since!"
She seemed fascinated, but unable to speak, so he continued, speaking animatedly with his hands.
"Of course, we let many in, too, not just with marriage! Any lone wolf, or shall we say 'outcast'," he winked at her, "was able to join under two very important conditions."
"What were they?" She asked, he was more than happy to answer, listing them off with his fingers.
"One? They must bring no harm to an Addams, unless they can get away with it. A rule for all, not just the lycans! And two, they absolutely embrace their nature in every other aspect, judgements of others be damned."
Enid swallowed, so he kept going.
"No matter the instance or history, as long as you follow your heart and do what you feel is absolutely right, you will have a home with the Addamses."
She sniffed again, and Gomez feared he'd said something wrong, before he was tugged into a rib-crushing embrace. He hadn't had a hug this strong in years! He returned the hug, holding her the way he'd held his little storm cloud in her youth. The soothing words he'd used back then likely wouldn't calm the lycan of the present, so he tried his best to translate.
The wolf mumbled against him, and he could just about make her words out against his jacket.
"My mate is an idiot… doesn't even know yet." He thought she said, and he nodded knowingly.
"Most often the ones we love are the hardest to talk to. Despite this, you must do your best to. Even the thickest heads can be broken into!"
She's laughing, or crying, and pulls back.
"How will I tell them?" Enid asks, and he gently shrugged a shoulder as she wipes her face again.
"That I do not know. I won't claim to know your story or life, but it teach from my own. Do you want to know what I have learned from the vastness of life?"
She sniffed one last time, nodding certainly. Gomez found his gaze reaching the sky once more, sighing with wonderful melancholy.
"... Let everything happen to you, beauty and terror. Just keep going. No feeling is final."
Like he had quoted the great gospel for the first time, she practically drank it up. His heart twitched in a way he had come to recognise as fate, and he knew Morticia wanted him. Gomez stood with a great huff, his feet positively sodden against the wooden dock.
"I will leave you to your thoughts, pequeña mía! I hope I came with some help for you."
Immediately she nodded.
"You've helped more than you realize Mr- sorry, Gomez! I…"
She meets his eyes and he smiles wider.
"Thank you."
Gomez waves his hand, turning with a wet squelch as he paces away, before quickly turning back to face her.
"Any time, little one! Oh, and one last thing?"
Enid tilted her head in question, and a gleeful smile tugged at his lips.
"My Wednesday is a frightful girl, but very slow in terms of social cues and as a teenager… what do you call it… date! It may be an idea to…"
Enid has her jaw embedded in the floor as he waves his hands to the side, like a magician revealing a fantastical trick.
"... Spell it out for her! Farewell, Enid, I dread to hear about you soon!"
With that he is gone, leaving Enid with her mind racing, but a determination settled in her gut. She would tell Wednesday, spell it out if she had to.
Enid Sinclair would ask out Wednesday Addams, entirely due to the confidence fulfilled by one Gomez Addams, and possibly the helping hand of fate.