Author's Note: Thanks once again to BroadwayWednesday for the review on the last chapter :) You should all check out her fics, they're good! And the rest of you should all take a leaf out of her book and leave a review, I'm absolutely dying to find out what the rest of you think of this fic

This chapter is another two parter, just to stop the chapter lengths getting too long. I'll update tomorrow or the day after probably

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

Wednesday peeked around the corner of her parents' room. There was no sound from inside, so she assumed it was safe to do so. She saw her mother laying on the daybed near the window, gazing out at the storm that shook the house with every loud clap of thunder. She held an unopened book in her hands, and or once her hair was bundled up so that the back half sat neatly pinned to the top of her head. Wednesday cleared her throat, attracting the attention of the older woman.

"Wednesday darling," Morticia held up an arm, beckoning.

"Where's father?" Wednesday asked, looking around.

"A late meeting at the zen yogi society," Morticia replied. "He'll be home in about half an hour."

"Oh," Wednesday sat down at the end of the day bed.

Morticia shifted into an upright position, swinging her feet back to the floor, "Are you alright Wednesday?"

Wednesday shrugged.

"What's the matter darling?"

The girl let out a sigh, "I'm not sure what to do."

"About what dear?"

"Well, it's nearly Valentine's Day, and I wanted to do something for this boy in my class. I don't know what to do, and I'd normally ask Pugsley about this but he's gone away to study with Doctor M'bogo."

Morticia saddened at the sound of her son's name but shook away the feeling to focus on the problem at hand, "Well darling, what sort of thing do you want to do for this boy? Do you want to give him a present, or perhaps a love letter?"

Wednesday shrugged, "I don't know. What did father do for you when you started courting?"

"Well, we didn't court for very long, as you know," Morticia replied. "But during that time, he wrote me many love letters, and we just enjoyed being in each other's presence."

"How did you know that father was into you?" Wednesday asked plainly.

"It was an immediate and mutual attraction, I just knew," she paused. "Is this boy in love with you?"

Another shrug, "Maybe. He doesn't make excuses to stop conversation with me like the others."

"Well, that's a good sign," Mortica nodded earnestly. "The boys that don't run away are always better to court."

Wednesday let out a little laugh, "Yes mother. They are."

"Now," Morticia looked seriously at her daughter. "Are you in love with him?"

Wednesday shook her head before replying candidly, "No. I'm not. Not yet at any rate, it's just a little crush."

Morticia nodded, "Alright, so it's not true love then, but love nonetheless."

"How do you know when it's true love?"

"You just know darling," Mortica stood up. "Now, are you going to get the boy a gift?"

"I think I will," Wednesday followed her mother out of the room and up into the attic.

Morticia started rifling through an old trunk filled with family heirlooms, and finally pulled out a small box, tied neatly with a black ribbon, "How about this darling?"

Wednesday took the box and untied the bow, inside was a diamond stud.

"It's beautiful," she replied.

Morticia smiled, "I believe that belonged to your Great Uncle Hunch, and was passed down until it reached your father. You may give it to your beau if you like."

"Thank you mother, it's perfect for a Valentine's Day gift."

They could hear a vague shouting coming from downstairs- a compilation of pet names.

"Your father's home," Morticia smiled softly. "We'd better get downstairs."

"Wednesday has a crush," Morticia told Gomez as she stared at the ceiling, unable to get to sleep.

Gomez, who had been on the verge of drifting off into slumber, bolted up in his bed, "Little Wednesday!?"

Morticia nodded, "Yes, she asked me to help her find a gift for Valentine's Day. I gave her that old diamond stud that was sitting around, barely collecting any dust at all in the attic. The one that belonged to your Great Uncle Hunch."

"But Cara, she's far too young to have crushes and give diamonds! Shouldn't she be pushing boys into the mud still?"

"The teachers requested she stop doing that," Morticia replied. "And Gomez, you forget, she's sixteen. She's almost an adult now."

Gomez dramatically raised a hand to his forehead and lolled backwards. Morticia placed her hand on the headboard before he hit his head.

"She'll be fine Gomez," Morticia reassured him. "She told me it's only a crush, not love."

Gomez lay back down in the bed beside his wife, "I know she'll be fine, Tish. It's just she's my little girl. I get worried."

"You needn't bubbeleh, Wednesday knows how to take care of herself."

"Bubbeleh," Gomez reached for her arm. "Tish, you know what that word does to me!"

"I know," she replied, a coy smile playing at her lips.

Wednesday hopped off the school bus and hurried towards her classroom. Ronald, the boy she'd set her cap for, was already inside. She sidled up for him, and his friends quickly dispersed from around him.

"Hello Ronald," she greeted him.

"Wednesday," he nodded.

"How are you today?" Wednesday asked, working her way up to the presentation of her gift.

"I'm fine," Ronald looked down at his shoes. "Listen, Wednesday?"

"Yes?"

"There's this dance tonight in the gym, and I was thinking, if no-one's asked you yet, if you wanted to go? I mean, you don't have to. You probably don't like that kind of thing."

"I don't like that kind of thing," Wednesday confirmed. "But I'll go if I'll be going with you."

He brightened and looked back up at her with a smile. She held out her hand.

"Here."

He took the dusty box off her palm, "What's this?"

"It's Valentine's Day. That's your present," Wednesday explained.

"Oh," Ronald paused. "I didn't get you anything."

"I don't care," she replied, knowing he'd probably get her a gift she didn't want or need anyway.

He pulled the string and undid the bow, then pulled the lid off the small box, revealing the pristine diamond stud inside.

"Wednesday!" he exclaimed, pulling it out the box. "This is too much!"

"Mother's always trying to get rid of it," Wednesday replied. "She gave it to our butler once, but he just dusted it and put it back in the attic."

"Oh, well if that's the case..."

"You can wear it tonight," she told him. "To the dance."

"Shall I pick you up at seven?"

Wednesday nodded, "I live at number-"

"I know where you live," he cut her off. "Everyone knows the Addams house."

"Okay," Wednesday smiled. "I'll see you at seven then."