Wednesday let out a contented sigh as she sipped a cup of tea that was actually smoking a bit. Hmm, arsenic, cyanide, some of Grandmama's secret recipe tea, and a twist of lemon. Lucas knows just how to brew it the way I like it, she thought to herself with a placid expression. For all that her in-laws would always be outsiders to the Clan, Lucas had truly been a diamond in the rough for her. And her children, Calpurnia and Jesse, were a source of joy that the eldest child of Morticia and Gomez Addams had never thought existed until she experienced that joy for herself. From the day little Callie had clawed her way out of Wednesday, she had adored her little devil of a girl. And her little hellraiser of a son just added to the feeling.
Wednesday allowed her smile to grow just a bit more as she heard the telltale sound of a guillotine blade being raised coming from upstairs. The fully furnished home Father and Uncle Fester had purchased for them while they were visiting (well actually it was supposed to be part of the wedding gifts for Puber-Xander and his bride-to-be but Wednesday and her family were residing there as she acted as the emissary for the family for now) had all the comforts of home, including a fully stocked playroom. She felt a wave of nostalgia his her as she called out, "Children? What are you doing up there?"
The "innocent" reply of "Playing" from her little boy and girl sounded so much like herself and Pugsley growing up that it could well have come straight from a time twenty two years ago when they played "Marie Antoinette" with little Pubert. She would never admit it then, but the way he had grabbed and stopped the blade at such a young age had been rather impressive. "Woe to the Republic" she muttered to herself as recalled that day so long ago and listened to the blade dropping upstairs, followed by a rustling that said Jesse had escaped his sister's attempt to decapitate him.
Lucas sighed as he made his way in to the dining room to sit with his wife as he heard a rather loud thump upstairs. "Should I see to that or are we going to let them tire themselves out?" he asked.
"Let them get it out of their systems. I want them to behave at their Uncle's tomorrow. Even if he could take their behavior his fiancee might not like it," Wednesday explained.
"So basically, make them act like they're visiting my parents," Lucas elaborated.
"Exactly," Wednesday agreed with the smile she reserved for her husband alone.
"Di?" Lucas asked, using the pet name he had given Wednesday the first day they met. The day she came out of the woods in Central Park, crossbow in hand, looking for all the world like Diana the huntress made flesh. He waited for Wednesday to quirk her eyebrow at his inquiry before he continued, "How did it go? With Pubert today, I mean?"
"Xander. Or Alexander. He... prefers that name now I suppose," Wednesday corrected with a small snort of contempt.
"Well that is the name he's been living under for the last eighteen years of his life. It's kind of to be expected," Lucas said by way of consolation. "But if we're seeing him tomorrow I take it things went well?"
"He was afraid of me," Wednesday replied, upset with herself over how much that fact bothered her. She used to LIVE for making people fear her. Married life had obviously mellowed her more than she would ever admit. "I could see it on his face. But only at first. He may not have been raised as one, but he's still an Addams. He wouldn't let anyone keep him down for long. Not even me. And he did agree to let the family come to the wedding. I promised we'd behave. That we'd give him a normal night."
"One normal night, huh? That worked out so well the night we introduced our parents to each other, didn't it?" Lucas asked with a crooked grin.
"As I recall, it was your Mother drinking the Acrimonium Pugsley tried to slip me that started the problems," Wednesday responded as close a tone to flippant as she could achieve.
"I think we were doomed the moment you decided to buy a yellow sundress to try impress my mother. Black is much more your color," Lucas shot back with a smile.
"I suppose it is. And it looks especially good pooled on the floor in the bedroom later," Wednesday said with a look that promised a passionate evening when the children were in bed.
"I'll hold you to that," Lucas assured her as he moved in and kissed her deeply. He finally broke contact and leaned back in his seat before he added, "But for now, Xander is the issue here. How did he look?"
"Healthy. Mother will be appalled at the light tan he has and at his choice of clothes. His apartment looked a little like our first place together before we got settled and had the kids. He really does seem to still live in two worlds. Although most of that is because of his friends," Wednesday reported. "He still seemed... upset."
"You guys did it to protect him, Wednes. He has to understand that," Lucas mildly protested.
"That still doesn't make it right. And it didn't help that the Slayer and the redheaded witch tried to 'protect' him too while they were all in high school. I think it just tore at old wounds for him. Made him even more upset with us, " Wednesday replied with a scowl.
"You can't blame them for what they had no idea about, hon," Lucas said as he recognized the look in his wife's eye. That look had a nasty habit of ending up with a body buried in the bog after she was finished.
"Must you be the reasonable one all the time?" Wednesday complained with a sideways glance at her husband.
"One of us has to. Saves us on aggravation and payoffs with the local authorities," Lucas replied with a shrug. His thoughts were interrupted as the lights seemed to dim at bit as the house filled with the scent of ozone and singed hair. "Callie, Jessie, we talked about using the chair here. We don't want to run up your Uncle's electric bill before he even gets the new house," Lucas called upstairs.
"But Daddy, we waited for off-peak hours," Calpurnia protested.
"Just one more jolt, Dad. I was going to use a light bulb like great-uncle Fester," Jessie added.
"One more, then off to your rooms. I want you both rested when we see your Uncle tomorrow," Lucas called up to them.
"Yes, Dad," the kids responded in unison before the lights dimmed for a second time.
"They take after you," Lucas informed his wife.
"I was never that polite about electrocuting Pugsley until someone came up to interrupt me personally," Wednesday shot back. Her amusement dimmed as mentioning Pugsley just reminded her up how unhappy Xander had looked with her and the rest of the Addams Clan.
"Di, part of this is about mending fences, right? It's not going to happen in one day," Lucas comforted.
"If I had been better... If I had more self control it wouldn't have been an issue. I was sixteen already, Lucas. I met you less than a year after we sent him away. I should have known better. I should have watched out for him better," Wednesday explained.
"Di, none of you had any way of knowing until he was already hurt. You said so yourself. And even if it hadn't been you it would have been Pugsley. No matter how big he was for his age he was still only thirteen. Thirteen year old boys do NOT think everything through. Or it could have been a run in with Kitty Cat. Or even the rug. Sending here was all you could do to keep him safe. You know that," Lucas responded patiently.
"Pugsley would have done what he was told. I would have made certain of it," Wednesday growled. "Either way, I was the eldest. I should have taken better care of my baby brother." She did her best to ignore the fact that the only time she had anything good to say about Pubert when he still lived with them was when she defended him from Debbie calling him a "brat."
"And you will. That's part of why we're here. For now you just have to take the chance to get to know who he is today. Not just what you pick up from Morticia's letters or what scraps we hear from various sources. You need to talk to him and get to know him and go from there," Lucas replied.
"And if he still hates me-us once we get to know him?" Wednesday asked.
Lucas chuckled as he moved in and kissed her again. "Never happen. You're too lovable for words once someone gets to know you. That's why I never had a chance against you."
"You are such a sap sometimes," Wednesday responded in a deadpan before moving in for another kiss, this one more passionate than the last. "Now quit trying to make me feel better with words and use your mouth the right way to cheer me up," she growled as they parted.
"Should I get the crossbow and an apple too?" Lucas asked with a twinkle in his eye.
"Let's just skip the foreplay," Wednesday decided as she and Lucas made their way toward the guest room they had claimed for themselves.
Needless to say, Calpurnia and Jessie did not get as much sleep as they would have liked that night as Lucas did his best to ease his wife's troubled mind by making her too exhausted to think at all.