Author's note: Nothing really important happens in this chapter- just a lot of Addamsey stuff, I just wanted to write one more before the last chapter (which by the way will be the next one)

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

Morticia and Mama were at the kitchen bench, hacking merrily away at the pond weed for tonight's salad. Lurch stood nearby holding out the salad bowl, which the women were tossing their strands into. He let out the occasional grown whenever they missed and he ended up with pond weed across his face, which was slowly being stained a greener color by the minute. Lucas and Wednesday were leaned over the kitchen table discussing plans for their upcoming nuptials.

"Okay, so your cousin Bessie can be the flower girl," Wednesday made a note on her slate. "She's six?"

"Yeah," Lucas replied.

"Okay, so nothing too heavy then, maybe just some pebbles?"

"Uh, Di, why does the flower girl need pebbles?"

"To throw down the aisle," Wednesday looked at him peculiarly.

"Isn't she supposed to throw rose petals or something?"

"What an odd idea," Morticia remarked, putting down her cleaver and joining the young couple at the table. "What kind of flower girl throws petals?"

Lucas shrugged, "That's what they threw at my Aunt Wendy's wedding. And my mom's friend Saskia's wedding."

The Addams women exchanged a look, and then Morticia placed a gentle hand on top of Lucas's and said gently,

"Flower girls throw rocks, darling."

"Alright," Lucas nodded his agreement. "She can have some pebbles. I can't wait til my mom sees that... Who's going to be the ring bearer?"

"Thing," came a definite chorus from everyone in the room.

"Thing is always the ring bearer at Addams weddings," Wednesday explained.

Morticia sighed, "He almost dropped the rings when your father and I got married. He was so excited."

"Whatt can carry Thing," Wednesday added, making another note on her slate.

"What?"

"Yes, Whatt will carry Thing," Wednesday confirmed.

"No," Lucas shook his head. "What's what?"

"Whatt," Morticia corrected. "Our cousin. Itt's son."

"Oh, I know Itt," Lucas replied. "I thought I'd met all your family?"

"Oh no," Wednesday let out a little laugh. "Our family's really big. I don't think I've even met all of them."

"Speaking of family," Mama cut in from the sink where she was rinsing the pigeon's for dinner. "Ophelia called earlier, she's bringing her new beau to the wedding."

"Wait!" Lucas cried. "I know this one. Ophelia is your... aunt?"

Morticia nodded, then addressed Mama, "How long has she been seeing a new beau?"

"She met him this morning," Mama replied. "It seems pretty serious."

"Good," Morticia said. "She's not getting any younger, she needs a husband soon."

Gomez strolled into the kitchen, "Tish, your sister just called. She said she's not bringing Snorgle with her any more, he jilted her."

"Oh dear, and they seemed so happy," Mama lowered her head forlornly.

Gomez gave his wife a kiss as he sat next to her, "What are we discussing?"

"We're making plans for the wedding," Wednesday replied. "Father, do you think Uncle Fester would mind sitting at the children's table? There's not enough space around our main table, and the children's one is the closest to us."

"Of course not, if you didn't put him there he'd probably switch place cards with one of the children!" Gomez answered. "He thinks they get better jokes in their crackers."

"Crackers?" Lucas frowned. "Aren't crackers a Christmas thing?"

"No, dear, they're for weddings," Morticia told him, slightly concerned by how little her future son-in-law knew about life.

"Pugsley is making them, right Father?" Wednesday asked.

Gomez nodded. "Yes, he does make the best ones, doesn't he?"

"Remember at Cousin Crimp's wedding?" Morticia smiled. "He made the explosion so big it blew the eyebrows right off Uncle Sidious' face."

"He did look better without them," Gomez returned his wife's smile.

"He's been shaving them off ever since."

"Dinner's ready!" Mama chimed out.

"Did you cook it?" Wednesday quickly asked.

Mama glanced at the birds, now draped with pond weed, and then shook her head, "Nope! Didja want me to?"

"Yes please," Lucas eyed the soggy pigeons nervously.

Mama let out a heavy sigh, "Alright then, it's your wedding."

"What do you mean?" Lucas asked.

"Mama and I are practicing for your wedding banquet," Morticia explained. "This is the entree."

"Tish! That's French!" Gomez knocked over his chair as he began kissing his way up his wife's arm.

"Come Gomez," Morticia stood up, taking her husband's hand in her own. "Let's leave the children to plan. It's almost seven."

Gomez grinned, "Excellent!"

"Are they really always like that?" Lucas asked. "The first time I met them I thought they were just putting on a show for my parents."

Wednesday sighed, chewing absentmindedly on the chalk she was writing with, "No, they're always like that."

Lucas stood up and offered his hand to Wednesday, "I hope we can be like that too."

"Oh, we will be," Wednesday took his hand. "You'll forget what the sun looks like by the time our honeymoon is over."

"Honeymoon?" Lucas laughed. "I forgot about a honeymoon! Where do you want to go?"

"Death Valley," Wednesday replied instantly. "There's no place else we could consider. It'll be perfect."

Mama let out a banshee wail, "I cooked the pigeons perfectly! Now I have to start all over again!"