Author's Note: This is really just a fluff type chapter because I wanted to right something. By the way, if anyone has any suggestion that they want to see, I'm happy to take them on :)

Disclaimer: I do not own, nor do I claim to own, the Addams Family in any of it's forms

It was a hot summery day, and Gomez had taken Pugsley out to explore the caves in a neighbouring town to avoid the heat, while Morticia stayed behind with little Wednesday, who was now almost a year old. The pair were just arriving home, their clothes still damp and clingy from their spelunking adventure. Gomez pushed open the door and they stepped inside.

"Welcome home, darlings," Morticia greeted.

She was sat on the floor with Wednesday, holding her baby's tiny hands, allowing the girl to stand up. Pugsley ran over and gave his mother a kiss on the cheek.

"Mother, we had the best time!" he shouted, the words pouring out of him almost faster than she could keep up. "Father went down into the cave first and he slipped on some rocks, and so when I went I went bottom first and slipped all the way down, but father caught me before I landed on one of those pointy pieces, an then we went sploring and it was all wet and drippy, and father said it reminded him of your honeymoon cave and then he got all weird and sad because you weren't there and then we found this big bunch of spiders, but father said we couldn't take them all because we had to leave some for anyone else who might come, so we only got one. Look!"

He held out a box to his bemused mother. She gently lowered Wednesday to the floor, then took the box out of her son's hands and raised the lid to peek inside.

"He's a lovely spider, Pugsley," she handed it back, and then took Wednesday's hands again as the child was starting to whimper at having to sit down.

"Father says it's a girl spider."

"Ah, well your father does know about these things," Morticia replied.

Gomez, who had been hanging up their coats, came over and sat on the floor cross-legged, next to his wife, giving her a tender kiss, before turning his attention to the little girl.

"Have you two been having fun here without the men?"

"Oh yes," Morticia replied. "Look at her, she's started standing."

Wednesday started to struggle a little, then slipped her hands, one after the other, out of her mother's and held her balance for a moment before she fell down.

"Magnifique darling!" Morticia exclaimed, hugging her daughter as Pugsley and Gomez applauded.

Gomez suddenly stopped applauding and began kissing his wife's hand. Wednesday, with a determined look on her face, reached up, hooking her hands over her mother's arm and pulling herself to her feet. Her parents froze as they watched the little girl who then let go, and shifted her feet around, finding her balance.

"Good girl, Wednesday!" Gomez encouraged.

The wolf's head clock on the wall snarled at the family.

"Five o'clock," Pugsley announced proudly.

They'd taught the child to tell the time earlier that week, and he'd retained the information quite well. Morticia stood up, careful not to knock Wednesday over in the process.

"I'd better go and help Mama with dinner."

"I'll stay here with these two," Gomez replied, looking at his two children.

"Thank you dear."

Morticia started to leave the room, but swiftly stopped when she heard laughter behind her. She turned to look. Wednesday had been attempting to toddle after her mother. Morticia let out a small, quiet chuckle of her own, and walked back to her daughter.

"Wednesday darling, it's wonderful that you're walking but you know you're not allowed in the kitchen while food is being prepared."

This was a rule they'd put in place after the third time she'd let a meal escape by somehow removing the lid of a pot.

Wednesday started to whimper. Pugsley ran forward and sat in front of his sister, holding out the little box.

"Here Wednesday, you can have this if you stay here with me and father."

Wednesday tilted her head curiously at the offering. Pugsley lifted the lid and a spider crawled out of it, spinning a web, it glided in the air, landing on Wednesday's shoulder. She looked at it with glee.

"That's a lovely gift, Pugsley," Morticia gave him a kiss on the forehead. "What are you going to name your spider, dear?"

Wednesday, who rarely spoke- of course not uncommon at her very young age, grinned at the spider and replied, "Hom-ah!"

"Homer," Gomez pointed his cigar at the girl. "Now that's a name a spider could really get used to."

"Enjoy your spider, dear," Morticia turned to leave the room. "Dinner will be ready soon, I'm trying a new recipe. "Filet de Salamandre."