a/n: Thanks everyone for your patience, I'm so sorry that I took so long to upload this, I did not realise how much time had passed since the last update.

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"Why not?" asked Wednesday, partially upset, but mostly curious.

"Because, Wednes! We're not getting married in a slaughter house, and that final," an irritated Lucas replied.

"But," started Wednesday.

"No buts," interrupted Lucas, "remember, my family's going to be there to, and I don't think they could handle that."

"Lucas," whined Wednesday.

Lucas shook his head, "Isn't there anywhere else you'd like to get married?"

"I always imagined that I'd get married at the slaughter house," replied Wednesday quietly.

Lucas took her hand and stroked it with his thumb, "I know Wednes, but we have to make compromises."

"Yeah," frowned Wednesday.

Lucas released her hands, "Why don't you go for a walk, cool off. We'll talk about it more when you get back."

Wednesday nodded. She stood up and left Lucas alone in her room.

Wednesday wandered around the house for a while, but soon found herself sitting on the bottom of the stairs. She looked up as she heard the floorboards creak.

"Trouble in paradise?" Gomez sat on the step next to her.

Wednesday glared at him.

"Your mother and I heard you arguing upstairs," he explained.

"Oh," sighed Wednesday, "we weren't arguing."

"No?" asked Gomez, "Sure sounded like you were."

"No, Lucas just needs to be convinced of what he wants," replied Wednesday.

"Paloma, that's not how marriage works. You have to make compromises," reasoned Gomez.

Wednesday looked down at her shoes, "I know Father, it's just, I'm having to make so many compromises already to accommodate for the Beinekes, and well…I guess I just wanted this one thing."

Gomez nodded his head in understanding, he rubbed her back, "Paloma-"

He stopped talking when he saw his wife out of the corner of his eye. She was walking towards Gomez and Wednesday with a tray of something or other in her hands.

"There you are Wednesday," she said as she handed Gomez the tray, "I've been looking for you."

"Here I am," replied Wednesday solemnly , she looked in disgust at the tray her father was now holding. On it were small sandwiches, she picked one up and peeled the bread away from the filling…cucumber.

"What is this, Cara?" asked Gomez as he looked into the sandwich that his daughter was holding away from her body.

"Cucumber sandwiches," replied Morticia dryly, "Alice is insisting that was serve them at the reception."

"Why?" asked Wednesday, staring at the offending item.

"Apparently that's what people from Ohio eat," replied Morticia, "she wants you to try them."

Wednesday shook her head, "No way."

"Paloma, I'm sure one bite won't-"

"Then you try it as well," interrupted Wednesday.

Gomez grimaced, but picked up another sandwich, he sniffed it, "Well," he said, attempting a grin, "it smells like pond water, that could be promising."

Wednesday sighed, she picked up another sandwich and offered it to her mother, "You too Mother."

Morticia's face was one of disgust as she leaned down to take the food from her daughter.

All three bit into them simultaneously, they chewed gravely, and then swallowed. To anyone just walking in, it may have looked rather like they were trying to swallow newspaper from the looks on their faces.

"Yeah, we aren't serving these," said Wednesday, "we'd be ridiculed by our whole family."

Morticia and Gomez nodded in agreement.

"I'll go and see if I can talk Alice out of serving them," Morticia said, as she placed the remainder of her sandwich back on the tray, "how are you and Lucas going with location, by the way?"

Wednesday moaned.

"I'm sorting it," Gomez informed his wife quietly.

Morticia nodded, then she took the tray from him and carried it off, back into the kitchen.

Gomez turned back to his daughter, she looked in the other direction.

"Paloma," he said softly.

"Don't even start Daddy, I know just what you're going to say," Wednesday turned her head sharply so she was now looking directly into her father's eyes, "you're going to tell me to march right back up there and apologise to Lucas for being such a control freak, and then reach a compromise," she spat out the last word in detest.

"Well," Gomez mumbled, "what else do you think you are going to do?"

Wednesday thought for a moment, then she glared angrily at her father and marched up the stairs, making sure to stamp her feet down on each creaking step.

Gomez stood up and wandered back into the kitchen to help his wife reason with Alice.

Wednesday paused when she got to the door, her hand balled into a fist, poised to knock. She gently rapped on the door, and then let herself in before she heard the reply.

Lucas was lying on the bed, he sat up as he heard her enter, "I was afraid you weren't coming back."

"Of course I was going to come back Lucas," said Wednesday with a hint of bitterness in her voice.

Wednesday stood awkwardly by the bed, Lucas sat, looking up at the ceiling.

After a few moments of silence, Lucas finally spoke up, "So…"

"So," repeated Wednesday. She walked to the bed and sat down, she turned to face her fiancé.

"You still want to get married in a slaughter house?" he asked her.

"Yes," she replied firmly.

"Is there any reason? Or do you just want to freak my family out?" asked Lucas cautiously.

Wednesday scrunched up her face as she thought of her reply, "I don't know," she admitted, "it's just, ever since my parents first took me to the slaughter house, I kind of wanted to get married there."

"Oh."

"Father says that we should make a compromise," said Wednesday.

"How do we compromise on that?" asked Lucas, "Get married outside the slaughter house?" he added jokingly.

Wednesday perked up, "Could we?"

"Wednes, I still don't think that's a good idea," replied Lucas.

"Oh," Wednesday frowned.

They were silent for a bit longer, "I mean, your family is getting the food they want, and we're having the ceremony at day time…"

"Wednes, I know we've already had to make major compromises, but is there anywhere else you'd like to get married?" asked Lucas.

Wednesday shook her head.

Seeing that Wednesday wasn't going to give in, Lucas finally resigned, "Fine, we'll get married outside the slaughter house."

"Really!?"

"Yes," replied Lucas, "it'll make you happy. But…"

"But what?" asked Wednesday, concerned.

"You have to tell my Mom," replied Lucas.

"I can do that," said Wednesday, jumping off the bed.

She trotted downstairs and into the kitchen. She swung open the heavy wooden door. Inside the kitchen were her exasperated looking parents and a very enthusiastic Alice Beineke.

"We've picked a location," announced Wednesday.

The parents looked up.

"Where Paloma?" asked Gomez.

"Outside the slaughter house," replied Wednesday with a smile.

Morticia smiled at her daughter and turned to look at Alice. Who didn't look as aghast as Wednesday had anticipated.

"Well," she said strained, "if it will make the bride happy…"

"Oh, it will," said Lucas as he came up behind Wednesday, wrapping an arm around her.

"It will," replied Wednesday as she looked blissfully into his eyes, "very much."