A/N: Another chapter to my fic! Like I said in the summary there is NO sexual themes and NO violence just a little bit of swearing but there is several hints to incest and of course some cute Father/Daughterly love! Enjoy!

What a world:

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She had stalked her father into his study to observe him. He popped in another cigar, puffed on it a few times and leaned back as those dark eyes so very familiar to Wednesday's followed her. "So darling I can feel something is bothering you what is it?" he spoke faintly between his teeth and passed the cigar leaning forward again.

Wednesday never had these kinds of conversations with her father especially now that she was older and well she never really answered to them only something that he'd rather not hear. Instead of letting her voice and her words get the better of her Wednesday locked the both of her hands behind her back and began to walk the room very quietly and softly. Gomez wiggled his nose and brushed the smoke away with a bat of his hand watching her through the grey clouds. "Nothing is bothering me father I am just fine how are you?" she continued to walk around staring at nothing else than her glowing father sitting there trying so hard not to be effected by her little actions.

The dark suave man removed his cigar with two fingers holding it there as he raised his nose to her gazing at her with a shocking grin.

Wednesday saw that grin and stopped at the sight of it like she had done something wrong. "I am just splendid darling something must be bothering you, you never act like this?" his dark brows knitted together shifting in his old whittled leather upholstered chair. Wednesday continued her gazing, not happy, not excited but surely not evil and not grimly she just gave him a soft child-like expression; one he missed for a very long time.

Gomez smiled revealing that lovely dark gap of his taking back the cigar between his fingers for another puff. "You always think that something is wrong father there is nothing wrong," she had somewhat cracked a smile if you would even call it that and Mr. Addams jumped up slamming his palms on the face of his desk. Wednesday then moved forward until she stopped at the very front of his desk watching his hands twitch in what seemed frustration. But he wasn't angry or frustrated at her; he just missed that little goofy smile of hers. "I'm sorry darling but I am pleased with you, I haven't seen you break a smile like that in ages," he smiled again and maneuvered himself around the desk to get to her. "And you've grown up to be quite a young woman Wednesday," between father and daughter the small gap that pushed them apart grew small when her father's arms enclosed carefully around her little frame embracing her, holding her dearly close. She almost couldn't breathe, her lungs weren't working correctly and her heart was doing that one thing again and she didn't like it.

That embrace didn't last long. Wednesday broke it slowly and stared up with those big dark grim eyes, Gomez afraid to drop his hands. "Thank you father I really enjoyed that," with few words spoken his little dark haired piggy tailed girl was gone and already he felt like she was never going to come back again as he found his seat back behind that dingy chipped desk playing with papers and fiddling with pens only to pass the time.

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Wednesday knew this was bad she couldn't stop it. She had almost confronted her own father about these weird feelings that she felt, how come she thinks like this? This wasn't a natural thing to express with your family definitely if that family member was a sweet caring father. Maybe it was possible that Wednesday was missing out on what these feelings were really trying to say to her and she was acknowledging it in the wrong manner; maybe she just needed more of his fatherly love more of his sweet charming attention and those silly mannerisms.

Night finally came creeping over and mother and father were gone. Uncle Fester and Lurch were the only ones that the children had to look up to incase something would go horrifically wrong but they were all too used to it already it always came naturally to them.

"Come outside with me Wednesday perfect time for bat catching!" Pugsley announced his voice rather loud and obnoxious quite irritating to her ears. All she had time for was to roll her eyes and follow him; what else was she supposed to do, at least there was something that would get her mind off of other things;

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E/N: I don't think I mentioned this but the story is supposed to be a short-story or poem like style I guess because it doesn't get very detailed much. Well I hope you readers enjoyed it so far!