A/N: Thank you everyone for the reviews so far :) I really appreciate it. I also thought since AnnaleaseTurner is gone for a little while until tomorrow (who knows when she'll be on for me to RP with her soon again?) and saw these replies in my inbox based on our Addams Family RP. I thought I may as well upload this one, even if it has an abrupt ending. You know what to do once you finished, read & review!

Wednesday didn't say or react from it, but she was worried about her children. They weren't her or Pugsley's biological children, so sometimes she felt like their natural instincts would kick in aside from the parenting she learned from her own mother with raising her and Pugsley, and their younger brother.

Pugsley looked at his sister. "They grow up fast." he stated.

"Indeed..." Wednesday slowly nodded.

Pugsley gave another nod and then went off to see if he could bug Thing or Uncle Fester.

Wednesday went to her room to do some cleaning to keep herself busy. She had the typical mother baby blues. When the twins were younger she did her best not to pay too much attention to them and at the same time give them comfort, but if they had a horrible nightmare after a bedtime story, Wednesday knew she was being a good woman to the children. She was proud when she saw some baby pictures of Payton trying to replace his sister's baby bottle with a stick of dynamite and had a hidden smile.

Pugsley was feeling both proud and upset. He hated to see his little girl go.

Wednesday finished cleaning and left the room. She found her brother and looked around. "I miss them..." she sounded more solemn than usual.

Pugsley looked at Wednesday. "They'll be back soon." he told her.

"I hope the other kids don't make fun of them," Wednesday said, abruptly then stopped a moment. "I'd hate to go to another parent teacher conference about a case of a murdered five year old again."

"They know not to kill them now, though." Pugsley said with a nod.

"That was the hardest parent child conversation of my life..." Wednesday looked back at him.

Pugsley smiled at her. "That's okay, they learned that they aren't allowed to kill anyone at that young age."

"Now they just try to kill each other..." Wednesday added.

"We used to too, remember?" Pugsley grinned. He, himself, remembered the almost poisoning.

"The electric chair and the wheel you'd be strapped to and I'd shoot an apple..." Wednesday was intrigued by her childhood memories.

Pugsley nodded, smiling almost cluelessly, though he did remember. "The guillotine..."

"Is There a God?" Wednesday nearly smirked, remembering that the game involved electrocuting him.

Pugsley laughed a little, though less humorously that when they were children. That aspect had changed about him. "We never found out..." he said.

Wednesday smirked at him, then continued to look at the photographs. "I'm so happy..." she said in a grave tone of voice.

Pugsley blinked and glanced at her but joined her looking at the photos again.

Wednesday then saw their younger brother's baby picture. She grimaced and flinched a bit, since she and Pugsley had hated the baby more than each other when they were growing up. They were all on good terms now, but it was still a painful reminder of how he stole the attention and is partly responsible for their parents doing the impossible: making love. Pugsley looked at the picture too. He shrugged, having not much against their younger sibling at the moment.

Wednesday shrugged and put down the picture. "Why do you think the twins' real mother abandoned them?"

Pugsley shrugged with a suggestion. "Maybe she couldn't afford to keep them."

"And to think when you were born I put you in the graveyard for wolves to take you in as their own." Wednesday suddenly remembered baby abandoning was common for her, which was why she wanted to get rid of the twins at first. She didn't like children growing up because they were annoying to her and found some of them to be useless. The people she grew up with couldn't be forgiven, but if they were blood, they seemed to have a good chance seeing as Pugsley and Pubert are still alive.

Pugsley grinned not upset about it. Wednesday took a break from the photos and left the room. She seemed to have been more weary than usual. Pugsley watched her go and then put the photo book away. Wednesday glanced out the window. She wasn't sure how to feel. Pugsley went to help Lurch. Wednesday sat in her mother's old spot where she would paint. Something was bothering her, but she wasn't sure what it was. She felt like something was missing in her life.

Morticia looked at the thing holding the postman. It was Grandmama's hand-plant. The blooms were actual hands that would grab anything that came too close.

The postman shivered in the grasp and shakily handed the letters addressed to the estranged family.

"Thank you, my good man." Gomez said, taking the letters, leaving the postman to dangle from the plant.

Morticia looked at the plant. "Don't keep him there too long." she told it, smiling at the postman, and then followed her husband back inside.

The postman looked scared, nearly shivering as the dark couple went inside to look at their mail. Lurch came into the grounds, ignoring the postman. The Hand-bush suddenly dropped the postman.

The postman screamed as he fell then quickly made it for the gates of the Addams family mansion to get as far away from them as possible. "I should've listened to my mother and been a dentist!"

Morticia walked beside her husband looking at the mail in her husband's hand.

"Bill... Bill... Junk... Jury duty... Blackmail... Oh, that's my favorite one!" Gomez took out the blackmail, having thrown the other envelopes into the fireplace.

Morticia smiled and then went to sit down.

Gomez sat and sorted some of the letters. "Do you think the children are enjoying being parents?"

Morticia looked in the direction of her now adult children were and then looked back at her husband. "I'm sure they do now, Wednesday didn't seem to at first..." she said, not judging her daughter at all, she was actually proud that Wednesday actually cared for another being that wasn't her parents, uncle, Lurch, or even Pugsley and Pubert.

Gomez looked with her at their grown children. They had really matured since they had adopted the twins into their own family. "It's almost like Great-Aunt Lavina and her children... They beheaded her once she grew to love them."

Morticia nodded. "Give them time..." she said, calmly, as the family didn't view death like others did.

Gomez nodded and heard the telephone. "I'll fetch it."

Morticia nodded and watched her husband go. Her face was pale but a strip of light over her eyes made that bit seem lighter. Lurch was tidying up a bit. Thing the hand came up to keep Morticia company and brushed some loose hair over her face back so she would look quite beautiful.

Morticia smiled as Thing did this. "Thank you, Thing." she said, her tone gentle.

Gomez came back in the room, gently. "Some family members want to come and meet the twins when they couldn't come before. Think they'll mind a family reunion during their school days?"

Morticia looked at her beloved husband. "I'm sure they'll welcome it." she informed him.

"They're Addamses of course." Gomez smiled.

Morticia smiled. "It will be good to see the family again..." she said and sipped on a drink that Lurch had brought in.

Lurch handed one to Gomez too. Gomez took his and took a sip in agreement. Morticia smiled coyly and lovingly at Gomez. She sensed that one of her children needed her and so, after kissing Gomez, she went upstairs. Gomez smiled at her and kept drinking.

Wednesday looked out the window to the Addams family graveyard. They always went there for Halloween after scaring several trick or treaters and would dig up their deceased relatives. It was always quite fun, especially with Uncle Fester.

Morticia came up to Wednesday. She looked mysterious and almost aloof except her eyes. "Is there something the matter, Wednesday, dear?" she asked.

Wednesday looked back at her mother, then back out the window. "Why would anything be wrong?" she asked, emotionless as she had ever since she was able to speak properly.

Morticia came and sat next to Wednesday, looking out too. "I'm a mother, I know... It's a deep, mysterious bond that no one would ever comprehend." she said.

"That's a good point..." Wednesday kept staring out the window. "Mother, do you think I'll ever marry?"

Morticia looked at her and then at the graveyard. "If you can keep one without killing him, yes." she said.

"How many did you kill before you met Dad?" Wednesday asked, quietly enjoying the mother daughter bonding activity.

Morticia gave a small hum. "About six..." she said, matter of factly.

"I think I might want to look for a suitor," Wednesday stated. "Hopefully he'll like children..." she now sounded caring for the twins being in their home even if she wanted to send them away the first time she laid her eyes on them.

Morticia looked at her again. "Would you like your father and I to find some for you?" she asked her.

"If you can, every guy I have met in my life was either terrified of me and ran away or was absolutely disgusted with me." Wednesday didn't show it, but she felt hurt she couldn't catch herself a man as well as her mother or any other woman in her family. She felt like her family role model Aunt Calpurnia, though Wednesday was never burnt at the stake. She only wished it could have been her at the time.

"You are a very pretty girl, one day a man would be proud to be the husband of such a beautiful girl." Morticia said. She always thought that Wednesday was pretty, and knew one day she would become a 'man-eater'.

"I feel fresh as a dead daisy..." Wednesday sighed, barely smiling. She was in a better mood now after having talking to her mother.

Morticia nodded. "Would you like to join your father and I in one of Lurch's special brews?" she then asked.

"Okay." Wednesday accepted, standing up and feeling a bit better than earlier. Her voice sounded like it nearly had emotion this time, but she didn't think anyone would be able to notice because of how dull her speaking voice often was.

Morticia stood up and nodded and led the way to where she had left Gomez.

Wednesday collected herself and followed her mother. Gomez was waiting for their meal to be done and looked over at Wednesday. He then did a double take, looking at her.

"What?" Wednesday looked at her father like he found something wrong with her.

"I'm sorry, Wednesday, you just look so much like your mother..." Gomez cracked a smile, feeling pleased with their family.

Morticia went to ask Lurch for another of the drinks he had made, this one for Wednesday. When she came back she looked at Wednesday and then Gomez, a smile on her face.

Wednesday wasn't completely sure what her father said was meant to be a compliment or an insult. "Thank you..." she said, meaning it to him, usually when she said it to anyone else, she was forced to.

Morticia handed Wednesday her drink. "Here." she said.

"Thank you, Mother." Wednesday took it, ready to drink.

"You girls talk about anything special?" Gomez asked, making conversation for being excluded from it earlier.

Morticia glanced at Wednesday, allowing the girl to decide whether to tell Gomez or not, however, either way, she would bring up the idea of finding Wednesday a suitor.

"Girl talk." Wednesday answered her father, sipping her drink.

"Wednesday, we've been through this," Gomez spoke up. "There are times when a young woman starts to bleed without being stabbed or shot in a wound..."

Wednesday looked at him. "Other girl talk."

Morticia nodded.

"Oh," Gomez sounded a little relieved. "What this time, dear?"

"Courtship." Wednesday clarified.

"We need to choose some suitors, our Wednesday is ready to join the ranks of 'the married'." Morticia said, nodding.

"She IS growing up..." Gomez instantly felt old, even if he now had six-year-old grandchildren and his youngest child was moved out to his own life, but his daughter wanting to get married made him feel as old as Grandmama.

Morticia looked at her husband and stroked his arm. "You are still handsome as you where when you were that young adult feeding rice to my neighbor's pigeons..." she cooed.

"Oh..." Gomez looked up at her softly.

Wednesday watched her parents and studied her mother's ways with her father to study them to find herself a suitable mate. She wondered if she could find a man well enough to take care of her, provide for the family they would have, and strap her to a board and twist her arms and legs to an unpleasantly tortured degree.

Morticia smiled lovingly up at him. "I still remember the feather necklace you gave me from the bodies of their popped corpses..."

"Only the best for Cara Mia..." Gomez purred, feeling loving toward her back.

"Should I go now?" Wednesday asked, seeing her parents display endless emotion upon each other which made her feel sick to her stomach, she wasn't sure if that was good or bad.

Morticia glanced briefly away and looked at Wednesday. "Only if you want to..." she said, breathlessly and turned back to Gomez. As the girl left, Morticia placed her hands on either side of his neck. "Oh, Mon Chere..." she breathed.

Gomez laughed, holding her tightly and lovingly. Morticia twitched her eyebrow in her usual sultry way.

"You're a lucky woman, Mrs. Addams..." Gomez told her with a dashing smile.

Morticia just smiled, she knew she was lucky to have someone as delightfully dashing and dark as Gomez was.

Wednesday shrugged and went back out after finishing her drink. She had never imagined herself to ever have children. The night the twins came into their care was a surprise on her. She had never imagined herself to be married either, she never went to her school prom, but she did a motive similar to Stephen King's Carrie and dropped blood on Amanda Buckman as she was crowned Prom Queen. There was a boy in summer camp she was forced to attend to with Pugsley who shared certain interests and was different like they were, only not morbid. She thought she had liked him, but she would likely never see him again. Who would bother take her as a lover?