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The night was foggy with only the light sounds of crickets spread across the Addams’ yard. It was a peaceful quiet evening, not very much noise coming from the house.
That is except for the sound of fencing coming from one of the studies next to the den where Morticia and Gomez were lounging.
Wednesday, the Addam’s oldest child, was a tall slim boy of 16. His pitch-black hair was short and shaved on the sides with the top long and was slicked back with gel. His skin tone was similar to his father, more olive than pale with dark eyes that only sparked to life when around his lady love. Standing at 5’11, but still growing, he wore black slacks with Oxfords and a black button up shirt with his usual blazer thrown over a chair. The sleeves were folded up to his elbows, exposing a black and gold wristwatch and gold pinky ring with Addams crest pressed into it. A slight sweat had built up on his skin as the fight drew to a close.
He smirked as he stood straight up and put his free hand behind his back and lifted the sword up, so it pointed towards the ceiling. His stare burned into the eyes of his lady love.
Persephone.
Name meaning bringer of death. A young lady of 16, turning 17 soon, standing across from Wednesday with her own sword. She stood at 5’8, having stopped growing when she was 13, dressed in a black long-sleeved tunic with black leggings with ballet flats protecting her feet. Her chest heaved with deep breaths from the fight, and her thick thighs and calves were burning pleasantly. Her dark green eyes pierced through Wednesday’s gaze, with strands of her dark blood red hair falling from her braid in front of her face.
She stood in the same pose as her lover, across from him. Both smirking at each other.
They were both broken out of their staring contest by the sounds of clapping coming from the lounge where Morticia and Gomez were watching the pair. The parents were smiling widely at the two.
Persephone and Wednesday sighed softly and turned to put up their swords. Gomez started to arm wrestle Thing while Morticia was knitting something for the baby that was ready to come any day now.
Wednesday started to roll down his sleeves while staring at Persephone who had started to take her braid down. “You are getting better every day, my dearest.” He told her softly.
Persephone looked over at him while she combed her fingers through her hair. She grinned at him, “Thank you, Ma chérie. You are always wonderful.”
Wednesday tilted his head down as his eyes darkened. “Seph...” He growled to her softly, making her smirk. She walked over to grab his blazer and held it open to help him put it on. He sighed and she chuckled.
Wednesday held out his arm and she wrapped hers around the crook of his arm, before they both walked over to Gomez and Morticia.
The couple sat down on the love seat just as Gomez won the arm-wrestling match with Thing.
Gomez let out a puff from his cigar. “Good show, old man!” He praised Thing, shaking the dismembered hand.
Wednesday wrapped an arm around Persephone’s shoulders.
“Gomez.” Morticia caught his attention, along with her son and his girlfriend.
Gomez looked over at her and pulled the cigar away from his mouth. He raised his eyebrows. “Cara Mia?”
She smiled demurely. “Marvelous news. I’m going to have a baby.” She paused and glanced down at her stomach and looked back up at him. “Right now.”
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Thing skittered down a hospital’s hallway to the Emergency Room, jumping up and slamming open some double doors to make way for the gurney holding Morticia, with Gomez and a few nurses rushing alongside.
“Nurse, how close are the contractions?” a doctor asked as they rushed into one of the rooms.
“Every fifteen seconds, Doctor.” The nurse told him.
Gomez grinned widely while holding Morticia’s hand, looking down at her laying in the gurney. She smiled at him softly. “Are you unbearable pain? Is it inhuman?... My darling, is it torture?” he asked happily.
Morticia smirked up at him. “Oui,” she purred, and Gomez gazed at her in awe before pressing a hard kiss into the back of her hand.
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In the waiting room, sat the rest of the Addams Clan, waiting for the news from Gomez and Morticia. Although now, Pugsley was in an interesting conversation with a young girl who was sitting next to him. While Wednesday and Persephone sat on the other side of Pugsley, with Wednesday’s arm wrapped around her shoulders.
Persephone was confusingly listening to the little girl explain how babies were made while Wednesday stared at her with an emotionless face. Pugsley was listening to her intently.
“And then mommy kissed daddy, and the angel told the stork, and the stork flew down from heaven, and left a diamond under a leaf in the cabbage patch, and the diamond turned into a baby.” She told them happily with a wide smile.
Pugsley smiled at her. “Our parents are having a baby too.”
Wednesday looked at her and told her bluntly. “They had sex.”
Persephone curled in her lips to keep herself from laughing.
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In the delivery room, Morticia sighed softly as the Doctor directed her. “Push Mrs. Addams!”
She looked down at the doctor and softly grunted with the push.
The Doctor then asked her, “Mrs. Addams, would you like anesthesia?”
Morticia smiled softly. “No, thank you... but do ask the children.”
The doctor frowned and then turned to one of the nurses. “Forceps!”
The nurse turned and grabbed the utensils, “Forceps.” she said as she turned to the doctor with the utensils, but Thing had grabbed onto them. The nurse saw Thing and immediately screamed in terror and threw Thing off of the Forceps. Thing went flying through the door and into another delivery room, slapping the bottom of a baby that the doctor was getting ready to slap.
Gomez gazed at her softly. “Cara Mia.”
She locked eyes with him. “Mon Cher.”
The doctor looked up at them incredulously. “Mrs.Addams?... The baby?”
She sighed softly and told Gomez, “Pardon.”
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In the waiting room, Pugsley and Wednesday were arguing back and forth.
“It’s a boy!”
“It’s a girl!”
Persephone leaned back in the chair, smiling at the two.
Gomez busted into the waiting room with a wide grin on his face.
Fester stood up, “Gomez!”
Grandmama smiled at him. “What news?”
Wednesday gripped Persephone’s shoulder tightly. “Father, what is it?”
Gomez looked at them in excitement.
“It’s an Addams!”