Our Immeasurable Bond

Chapter 19

Wednesday was busy typing on her typewriter when she heard a knock on her door.

She sighed, momentarily pausing her work. "Come in."

The door creaked open slowly, revealing her mother, stepping into the room. Her presence was both comforting and slightly foreboding.

"Yes, Mother," Wednesday said, her tone was detached as always.

Morticia sat gracefully on the edge of her daughter's bed, her eyes soft but filled with concern. "You've been here for days," she observed. "Shouldn't you be with her?"

Wednesday's gaze shifted away, her fingers hovering just above the keys of her typewriter. "We broke up," she stated flatly, refocusing on her unfinished manuscript.

Morticia's expression remained gentle as she spoke. "Your father and I broke up once, too."

Wednesday's hands stilled completely, curiosity piqued despite herself. "Why?" she asked, her voice barely above a whisper.

"I was scared," Morticia admitted, her voice tinged with nostalgia. "I doubted him, doubted us."

A moment of silence hung between them before Wednesday finally turned to look at her mother. "What did Father do to persuade you?"

Morticia's lips curved into a knowing smile. "He didn't give up on me. He stayed, no matter what the cost," she said softly. "So whatever Enid did, you know she didn't mean it."

Wednesday's usually steely gaze faltered, a flicker of vulnerability crossing her face.

"If I were a better person, I don't think she would do that to me," she admitted, her voice barely above a whisper.

Morticia's expression softened with empathy. "Doubting yourself won't make things better, my dear. Yes, she made a mistake, but you can't just give up on her."

Wednesday's jaw tightened as she tried to maintain her composure. "They kissed, Mother. How can I not doubt her?"

Morticia leaned forward slightly, her eyes reflecting both understanding and a hint of amusement.

"Your father kissed some girls before too, you know. That's why I doubted him. But he did everything just to bring me back."

Wednesday's brow furrowed, processing her mother's words. "And you forgave him?"

"Forgiveness isn't always easy, Wednesday. It requires strength and an open heart," Morticia said gently. "But love is about seeing the flaws and choosing to stay anyway. Your father proved his love to me, and I chose to trust him again."

"How did he prove it?" Wednesday asked, a hint of skepticism in her voice.

"He was relentless," Morticia replied with a wistful smile. "He never wavered in his devotion. He showed me that I was the most important person in his life, despite his past mistakes."

A silence settled between them with unspoken emotions. Wednesday's mind filled with thoughts and feelings, her stoic exterior struggling to maintain its usual calm demeanor.

"Mother," she began hesitantly, "What if Enid doesn't want me back? What if... I'm not enough?"

Morticia reached out, gently lifting Wednesday's chin so their eyes met.
"You are more than enough, Wednesday. Anyone would be fortunate to have you in their life. If Enid truly loves you, she'll see that. And if she doesn't, then it's her loss, not yours."

Wednesday's eyes softened, showing a moment of gratitude towards her. "Thank you, Mother."

Morticia smiled warmly, giving her daughter's shoulder a reassuring squeeze. "You have strength within you, Wednesday. Use it. Fight for what you love."