Hello all, this is my first Addams Family fanfic. I hope it's a good story and I promise I don't own the characters. I'm not that lucky. While writing this I pictured Carolyn's Morticia and Christina Ricci as Wednesday. I know the cover has Angelica, but I couldn't find an edit of Carolyn with older Chrisitna. I feel like they have the same forehead so I just kind of always think of the characters that way, but you can picture them however you want.

Wednesday sat in her room staring at the dress her mother had hung up on the back of her door. It had belonged to Morticia when she was in high school. She had told Wednesday that it was the first dress she wore that clung to her body. The teenager felt bad for not wearing the dress that forever changed her mother's fashion sense, even though her mother had made it clear that Wednesday didn't ever have to wear it.

It wasn't that she didn't want to wear it. Wednesday had a secret she hadn't told anyone. She had managed to get pregnant, despite always using protection. But she couldn't even bring herself to tell the father. Before she had even found out about the baby they had broken up, and she knew if she were to tell him he wouldn't believe her. Her family would support her, she knew they would, but she didn't know how to tell them she messed up.

She moved to the floor and reached under her bed. She pulled out a box of baby things she had found in the attic. When she was up there she also swiped some of the maternity clothes Morticia had kept. For the most part she didn't need them yet but she didn't want to need them and risk being caught before she could get to them. She opened the box and pulled out a dark gray onesie with white spiders that from a distance looked like polka dots. It was the onesie in most of her baby pictures.

There was a knock on the door and Wednesday shoved everything back into its hiding place before standing up. "Come in."

Morticia slowly opened the door and noticed a box slightly sticking out from under Wednesday's bed, but she wasn't going to question it.

"Wednesday dear, would you like to go out to dinner with me tonight? All of the boys, Mama, and Thing are leaving on a hunting trip tonight and I don't feel like cooking." Morticia noticed her daughter fidget and slightly lower her head.

"Sure."

"Be downstairs at seven and we'll pick a place then." Morticia closed the door behind her. She couldn't help but worry about her daughter. Ever since Rodney had broken up with her she constantly looked defeated. At first Morticia thought everything would be okay soon, but it had almost been four months. Maybe Wednesday would talk about it at dinner.

When Morticia shut the door Wednesday sighed. She knew her mother was worried about her. She knew everyone was worried about her. Still she didn't know if she was ready to tell them. But at the moment she just had to find something to wear that would hide her bump while still looking nice. They would probably go to the French restaurant her mother loved so much. Wednesday examined her closet, and grabbed a black tunic dress that loosely resembled the dress she wore as a child. She pulled on dark gray leggings and a matching cardigan. After looking in the mirror for a minute she decided that the bump was well covered. As she walked out of her room she grabbed the ruby necklace her parents had given her on her sixteenth birthday and put it on.

They sat at a corner table in the restaurant, at Wednesday's request. As Wednesday scoured the menu Morticia examined her beautiful daughter. She had grown into a gorgeous woman, but dark circles shadowed her dark brown eyes. If she looked close enough she could see her daughter slightly trembling. Morticia had to break the silence.

"I think I'm going to get the Boeuf bourguignon. What looks good to you?"

"I'm going to get the aligot."

The waiter came over and took their order. They had to find some sort of small talk to fill their waiting time, and Morticia couldn't handle not knowing why her daughter was so unhappy lately. She took a sip of her red wine.

"Darling, I know you probably don't want to tell me what has been bothering you, and I won't make you, but it would mean so much if you told me. We're all worried and at first I thought things would get better but it doesn't seem like they are. In fact it may be worse. I don't like seeing my baby hurting. I want to help you. Please, Wednesday, tell me what it is," Morticia pleaded.

Tears began to form in Wednesday's eyes. She felt them fall against her cheeks. "I want to tell you but I don't know how." She ran her sleeves under her eyes to avoid smearing too much of her makeup. She looked at her mother's eyes and saw her mother's concern. "If I tell you do you promise not to tell father until I'm ready to tell him?"

"Of course, I just want to help you."

The waiter came back and set their dishes down; quickly walking away once he realized he had interrupted something.

Wednesday took a deep breath, "Um I'm… God why is this so hard to say?"

"Shhh, it's okay. Don't beat yourself up about it."

"Okay well I guess the way you and father love each other is how I thought Rodney and I loved each other. And even though we always used protection I guess it didn't work." Wednesday saw the realization in her mother's eyes.

Morticia reached across the table and grasped Wednesday's hand, "Oh Wednesday, is that why you two broke up?" She was so disappointed in herself for not seeing the bump she now realized was there.

"No, he doesn't know. I didn't even know until about two weeks after we broke up." Wednesday began to quietly weep.

"Do you want to leave? We can go home and talk about it." Wednesday slightly nodded her head and Morticia put money down on the table. They walked back to the car. Once she was sitting Wednesday began to bawl. Morticia had never seen her daughter display so much emotion, and couldn't even begin to fathom how lost her child must feel. She wrapped her arms around the teenager and she felt a single tear travel down her cheek into her daughter's hair.

After a few minutes Wednesday composed herself so her mother could drive the car. Once home Morticia didn't know what to do. Luckily Wednesday knew what she wanted to do. She sat on the couch and looked up at her mother.

"Now that you know can you help me with something?" Morticia sat down next to her daughter.

"Of course, what is it?"

"I don't know what a baby needs. I got a few things out of the attic, but could you tell me what I'm missing."

"That's what's in the box under your bed isn't it?"

Wednesday's eyes widened, "You knew?"

"I saw it sticking out when I asked if you wanted to go out tonight, but that's it. How about I look at everything we have in the morning and make a list of whatever we're going to need. You've had a big night and you need to get some sleep." Morticia stood up and began to go upstairs until she heard Wednesday speak.

"Could I sleep in your bed with you tonight?"

She looked back at her daughter and smiled, "Of course."

Once Wednesday was ready for bed she went to her parents' room. She saw Morticia pull back the bedding on both sides of the bed. She went over and embraced her mother again. This time with Wednesday standing straight Morticia could feel how big the baby actually was.

"I know I'm not little anymore but do you think you could hold me until I fall asleep? I've felt so alone lately and I really don't want to be dreaming this, but even if I am it'll be easier for me."

"Of course, you'll never be too old for me to act like your mother. There's no getting rid of me. You're stuck with me, forever."

They both crawled under the covers and Morticia wrapped her arms around Wednesday. It only took a couple minutes for the teenager to drift off, but Morticia couldn't sleep. Her youngest had felt alone for four months and if she had tried harder to figure out what was wrong she would have known.

After hours of silently berating herself Morticia dozed off, with her arms still wrapped around her daughter.