Thank you so much for the reviews, guys! They make me nauseatingly happy!
GleefullyWicked: yes, that is what I was going for. Fist Degree Flufficide. :P
Child of A Broken Dawn: First of all, can I call you COABD? Just to make my finger's lives easier :P
Second (and I suppose this goes to GleefullyWicked as well) we'll just take turns as Wednesday :)
Butterflies and Picnic Lunches
A butterfly landed innocently on the black cloth laid out on the ground in the outskirts of Central Park, only to be shooed away by a delicate, pale hand. The owner of said hand turned back to her companion, "You are such a dork." She said bluntly.
Lucas made a show of looking offended, "Well, excuse me for rescuing my future wife from the grips of our mother's wedding planning." He said jokingly.
Wednesday rolled her eyes at his antics, "I didn't say I wasn't grateful. I swear if I hear one more thing about plate settings or music, I am going to bury them both alive."
Lucas was sure she would go through with that threat. Hence why he had come to the Addams mansion wielding a devious smile and a good excuse for Wednesday to take a break from Alice and Morticia's endless wedding talk. "Of all people, I'm surprised your mother's so into it."
Wednesday nodded in agreement, "She was the most against it at first."
"Eh, I don't know. Dad wasn't too thrilled either."
"True. But I must say, I'm glad he's not trying to plan our wedding."
Lucas nodded in agreement, as they lapsed into silence for a moment, before Wednesday reached into the basket, "So, what exactly did you make?" She asked, and Lucas blushed as she pulled out two peanut-butter and jelly sandwiches wrapped in plastic. Wednesday smirked, "It's a good thing I can cook…" Lucas laughed nervously. "Its also a good thing that I'm not really hungry." Wednesday continued, turning back to him, pulling his head down to her's and abandoning the sandwiches for Lucas.
Some time later, Lucas spoke, "Maybe I should organize picnic lunches more often." He said as he leaned back, laying on the blanket.
Wednesday raised an eyebrow, "No. Mother would have your head if you keep distracting me." She joined him, resting her head on his chest.
Lucas wrapped his arms tightly around her, and shot her a sympathetic look, "I know you didn't want a big wedding. And mom's joined forces with your mom…"
Wednesday groaned and buried her face in Lucas' shoulder. "Elopement?" she mumbled.
"Sorry, love. I'd prefer that as well, but I'm an only child, and you're the oldest in your family. I don't think we can get away with it." Wednesday raised her head, and her lips met with Lucas'.
The sound of footsteps and rustling leaves sounded around the clearing, but Wednesday and Lucas took no notice, still focused on each other, as two feminine figures entered the clearing. Morticia and Alice looked on at the scene for a moment, before Alice cleared her throat, uncomfortably.
Lucas pulled away at the sound, both him and his fiancé looked up. "Mom!"
"Mother!"
They said at the same time, jumping apart.
"Um, sorry to interrupt," Alice began, "But, Wednesday, the wedding dress designer is here."
"Designer?"
Morticia spoke up, "Well, darling, you know that we're not sparing a penny, and I am by no means exposing you to the horror of a bridal store."
"So you're going to subject me to it in my own home…" Wednesday said under her breath.
"Don't worry, dear. She says she can make anything in black."
Wednesday looked toward Lucas, "Save me." She mouthed with pleading eyes.
"Uh, mom, Mrs. Addams-" Lucas said, before being cut off.
"How many times to I have to tell you, Lucas. It's Morticia."
"Okay. Mom, Morticia, Wednesday and I were really hoping to just relax today. I mean, she's been at it all day with planning, and-"
"Oh, Lucas that reminds me!" Alice exclaimed, "You must get your tuxedo. Come on, you and Gomez can both go, while we work on the dress." Alice crossed over to the blanket, grabbing Lucas' hand and pulling him to his feet, as Morticia did the same with Wednesday.
Both parties groaned as their mothers pulled them towards the large house.
