And you are my sun (wenclair)

Chapter 7

At the end of the Addams family gathering, Enid found herself standing in front of another impressive mansion. This time, it didn't belong to anyone in the Addams family.

"The Black family offered us their place for the night," Gomez said, holding his arms out, "and who are we to turn down such a generous offer!"

"Father, you know how I feel towards the Andrew boy," Wednesday said tightly.

"Yes, and it is important to nurture that hatred in your heart. It will inspire your blade work all the more," he said, turning around in time for the doors to open.

Andrew Black's parents stood on the other. The mom was a blonde, hair piled up in a high bun while her husband had black hair that was growing gray at the temple. Both were clothed in black finery.

"Welcome! We've set the rooms up for you all. We also have some dinner on the stove if you're feeling hungry," Andrew's father said.

"Thank you. We'll move our luggage in if you don't mind and then join you for a bit of a late supper," Gomez said. Lurch picked up the Addams family luggage and began dutifully taking it up the stairs. Enid looked over at Wednesday.

"Will you be alright?"

Wednesday exhaled through her nose. "I'll be fine."

"Okay, let me know if you feel stabby then we can leave to go sleep," Enid said in a low whisper.

Wednesday squared her shoulders and walked up the stairs to the mansion, Enid behind her.

The Black family had set up Enid to be in a room by herself. They didn't know she and Wed were together. That was alright, Enid would sneak into Wednesday's bed later at night.

She met the rest of the family downstairs where they sat at a table, plates filled with roast meat and potatoes and some greens. It smelled good and even though she wasn't too hungry, she found her mouth watering.

Gomez and Morticia were animatedly talking with Andrew's parents about property values and the accomplishments of their kids. Lurch and Pugsley sat eating next to each other, while Thing sat by a glass of water, nursing a tipsy demeanor from drinking too much at the family reunion. Enid's lips tugged down when she saw she was sat by Andrew and Wednesday was on the other side of the table.

Enid sat down, trying to relax her hackles from rising. She didn't like him. She didn't have to like him. She would have to be civil to him for a little bit though.

She focused on her food, but could not resist the urge to rub something into his face for long.

"Wednesday told me about the kiss," Enid said out of the corner of her mouth to Andrew as she pointedly focused on her meal in front of her. "She said it meant nothing to her."

"Hm, she would say that," he said dreamily. "It might have started off as nothing, but it certainly grew to become more."

Enid's hands tightened on the fork and knife. What was he getting at. Was he just saying things to make her mad? To get under her skin?

"Soon we were going on dates, holding hands, making out," he hissed at her. "Doing more than just making out."

The implication that Andrew got that far with Wednesday had Enid seeing red. She had to remind herself to calm down, that he was just trying to hurt her. "Wednesday would never do that with you."

"You don't know her like I do. She was wrist deep in my heart, after all," he said, sickly proud of this.

Enid was torn between two desires: ripping that look off of his face with her claws or crawling across the table and plopping herself down in Wednesday's lap and kissing her deeply enough to show just how much Wednesday was hers.