(⬆️What Lizzie Wearing⬆️)

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(no One POV)

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The blinding light of the morning suns gaze, poured through the Larry Bay windows, the spider webs that decorated the grand chandelier in Wednesday's room, shined like strings of fine jewelry.

Wednesday still had his head rested in the crook of Lizzie's neck, his arms lazily wrapped around her waist, his eyes opened and looked up at her sleeping form, she reminded him of a fair maiden in grimms fairytales, the way her red locks was sprawled over the pillows, her soft lips parted and Wednesday felt the heat rise to his cheeks, when he heard her makes cute little noises in her sleep, Wednesday slowly lifted his head and pressed a soft kiss on his neck. 

Lizzie smiles softly in her sleep and slightly squirmed in his gasp, Wednesday smirked and attacked her collarbone and throat with soft kisses, "good morning," she said softly between giggles as Wednesday swiftly buried his face back into her neck inhaling her scent, "morning, mon esclave," he muttered while intertwining his fingers into her locks.

"Should we go and get breakfast?" She asked while gently kissing his head, Wednesday groans and held her tighter and Lizzie whispered, "your family will wonder where we are," she whispered.

"I do not care," Wednesday grumbled and snaked his hand down and grasped her bottom and Lizzie whined, "but I am hungry, and my stomach is angry," as she felt her empty stomach roar for food.

"Fine, only for you," Wednesday sighed and got up and helped her out of bed, keeping their hands intertwined, they started walking downstairs to breakfast.

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"Did you like the blood?" Pugsley asked while Grandma served everyone, "I was so proud," Fester praised, gently patting Pugsley's head. 

"Were we not all?" Morticia agreed, gently taking Gomez's hand in hers and then both Wednesday and Lizzie entered the kitchen hand in hand, Wednesday sat down in his usual seat and pulled Lizzie onto his lap, Lizzie blushed profusely especially since it was in front of his family and Wednesday did not even pay any mind to it and gently rested his hand on her inner mid-thigh, giving it occasional squeezes, both Morticia and Gomez glanced at one another and gave each other knowing smile, Morticia turned to Wednesday and told him, "Wednesday play with you food," and Wednesday started to poke his food with his fork and it started to squirm. 

Lizzie jumped hearing a sudden shriek from Grandma and Morticia asked in a slightly worried tone, "mam?" 

"Who put this in here? That is for company," Grandma while both Fester and Pugsley snickered to themselves and Gomez playfully scolded, "rascals," but just then, Dr. Pinder entered the kitchen and Gomez said smiling, "doctor you were right, what an evening," and Lizzie froze up at the mention of the doctors presents and Morticia agreed, "Fester fit right on in." 

"Does he really have to go?" Wednesday asked. 

"Yes he does and that means that Lizzie here does not need to look after him anymore and she goes back home," Dr. Pinder told him and Wednesday frowned and wrapped his arms around Lizzie and held her like a teddy bear as he did not want her to leave just the thought of it stung his heart. 

"Well, okay then if he insists upon leaving then we shall mark the occasion, Tish?" Gomez said in a rather mischievous tone.

"We have planned a farewell party we have invited the whole clan, we are a family again and we own it all to you Dr." Morticia complimented. 

"Please call me Greta," she said then turned to Fester and said in a sickly sing along tone, "nice Fester walk me out." 

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The Addams family made their way up to the staircase holding a candelabra, both Gomez and Morticia opened the large double doors that led to a ballroom that had white sheets covering everything, Fester steppe inside and looked at the room in awe and asked while gasping in shook and happiness, "a party for me in here?" 

"Tish? How long has it been since we have waltzed," Gomez asked his wife and Morticia said as they two got into a dancing position, "oh Gomez, hours," and the couple began to waltz around the room, staring lovingly into each other's eyes and Lizzie watched two with a small smile at how happy in love they are and Wednesday looked over at her and slowly walked over at her. 

"Have you ever danced before?" He asked her while interlocking their hands together and Lizzie replied, "not really no," he only hummed in response and stood in short awkward silence and Wednesday asked slowly, not being able to hold her gaze, "I was thinking... would you like to accompany me to the dance?... or spend time together?" 

"I would like that," Lizzie responded, giving Wednesday hand a little squeeze," and Wednesday said in a blunt tone, "alright then good," he then let go of her hands. 

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(⬇️What Lizzie is wearing in her room⬇️) 

It was the night of the ball and Lizzie was tearing her wardrobe apart, trying to find something suitable.

"Oh my, did a hurricane hit you quarters? If so, I should have equipped you with an umbrella," Morticia chuckled while placing a hand on Lizzie's shoulder.

"No, as entertaining that wounds, I cannot find anything for tonight..." Lizzie sighed in defeat and Morticia smiled, "come along, my très cher, I believe I have just the dress for you," Morticia said while placing a hand on Lizzie's shoulder and lead her to Morticia's and Gomez shared room.

Lizzie was sat down on the foot of their large king bed and nervously tapped her feet together and then Morticia emerged from her clothes holding a large satin box and said softly while placing it on Lizzie's lap, "this was mine when I was your age, and I would love for you to have it."

Lizzie gently opens the box and pulled out a long black dress with long spider web sheer sleeves with a black pair of spider web like shoes, Lizzie felt her eyes water and whispered, "it is so beautiful, b-but I could not... it is yours, it is so precious to you," she then whimpers.

(⬇️The Dress and Shoes⬇️) 

Morticia gently took Lizzie's face into her hands and gently wiped her tears away and said softly, "I would like you to have it my dear, I have always wanted a daughter to pass along my things too and I have never met someone so deserving and with such exquisite gifts," she then pulled Lizzie into a loving motherly embrace and Lizzie felt her heart swell ad felt happy tears roll down her cheeks, this is what it felt like to be 'accepted and loved'.

"Now, come along I will help you with your hair," Morticia while helping Lizzie up.