my broken smile - Wenclair Fanfiction

Epilogue: Yours

(wednesday pov)

The dessert portions are, indeed, ridiculous.

Another year goes by.

Enid is killing it in law school. I'm doing detective work. Life is good.

My hair is short now, cut to my chin. Enid has died hers completely pink (at the recommendation of her Professor, who is very blonde and very excitable, and apparently married to Professor Forrest so that was a nonstarter as gossip), but she is considering going brunette, or dying the roots blue.

We really are happy.

The sight of her smile fills my mind, as I take the small paper bag out of the store. Inside is a ring box, with the potential to wreck everything.

But I know what I want.

I just have to hope Enid feels the same way.

I take her out for dinner, at the same place we went to when I first came to California. I've adjusted to their portions, but the greasy pizza still horrifies me, and amuses Enid endlessly.

(enid pov)

Wednesday seems almost... nervous, at dinner. I don't quite know why, but it is a more positive kind of nervousness, if that makes sense. She isn't breaking up with me. I know that.

But she must be doing something, she isn't the nervous type.

And then it isn't hypothetical anymore because we are walking on the beach and then Wednesday is down on one knee.

I'll never forget how she looked. Bangs swept out of her face by the wind, unable to suppress a real smile. She is just beautiful.

I nod with a watery laugh, and she slides the ring onto my finger, a black sapphire, and I kneel down to meet her in a kiss. The sand gets in the lace of my skirt but of course I don't care, Wednesday Addams is my fiancé.

And then she is walking down the aisle and I am up front waiting for her. Her father kisses her cheek, and walks to sit by her mother. Her flowers are white, not pink, because of her allergies, and her dress is black. She smiles at me, and my stomach rearranges.

I wish I could tell Enid Sinclair that it works out. Not to give up, not to be ashamed of how much she loves and gives because it all comes back in the end. Because, as I am pronounced Enid Sinclair-Addams, I have never been happier.

And I finally know how to believe that I deserve it.

Years go by. We move into a bigger house, once kids enter the equation. 'Wednesday and Enid against the world' is one thing, but 'Wednesday and Enid against the world + a screaming baby' requires more square footage.

Wednesday never changes. Truly, I don't either. There is no need to, is there? I never thought so.

I'm happy the way that I am now. Happy being hers. Happy with her being mine. 

A/N: Don't leave there is a bit more story left. But I wanted to sort of preface it, because this last may be some of the best writing I have ever done. It isn't poetic, or complicated, but it is real. It is so real that I can't even write out what it means to me. Thank you, dear reader, for reading this at all. Enjoy one final letter, and let happiness into your life. Let yourself be loved, and love in return. It is so incredibly worth it. This is farewell. Thank you for reading this, thank you for comments, thank you for sticking with me through all my crap. I am eternally grateful.  

(wednesday pov)

It is a sappy thing to do, writing a letter to your past self. But the Wednesday Addams who just fought off Tyler and is going on vacation after her first year at Nevermore needs a letter, so here goes.

Dear Wednesday Addams,

I wish I could actually send this. I wish I could punch you, for what you are going to do to Enid. She forgave me for that, not you.

But I can't do either of those things, and sadly, I can't give you a hug and tell you it will all be okay.

It will all be okay.

Talk about your feelings. It's gross, but it works. There are people who care about you and that is the best thing anyone can have, so take advantage of it. It is okay to feel. It is okay to hurt. It is okay to love. None of this will end you. Suppressing it will.

Accept love. Accept care. Give love and care back double, so you don't owe anyone anything, and then owe them things anyway. I can picture the face you would give this letter, if you had it, because I gave it to Enid when she showed me the bouquet arrangement she wanted for our wedding.

And, of course, it was perfect. Pink, but perfect.

Speaking of Enid:

Keep.

Her.

Forever.

Don't push her away, and don't let her leave. Love her and let her love you and let yourself be fucking happy. It is worth it.

You will never read this, and if you did, it would ruin the space-time continuum, and that is another story. All in all, just let yourself be. Take a breath. Not everything is a mystery, and the good ones can't just be solved with critical thinking.

Yours sincerely,
Wednesday Sinclair-Addams