The dim glow of the lamp barely reached the corners of the apartment, casting long shadows across the walls. You sat at the kitchen counter, absentmindedly wiping the blood off your gloves, listening to the sound of Wednesday sharpening a knife.

Neither of you spoke for a while.

It wasn’t an uncomfortable silence. Marriage to Wednesday Addams was not a thing of warmth and conventional affection—it was built on something far more binding. A partnership. A shared purpose.

And right now, that purpose was making sure there were no loose ends.

"You were reckless tonight." Wednesday finally said, voice flat.

You looked up, arching a brow. "You say that like it’s a bad thing."

"It is when I have to remove a bullet from your shoulder because you got ‘creative’ with the plan."

"Oh, come on. You know you like it when I improvise."

Wednesday finally glanced at you, eyes unreadable. Then, with terrifying precision, she threw her knife—burying it into the cutting board right next to your hand. You didn’t even flinch.

"That was a warning." she said coolly. "The next one will be aimed at something more… vital."

You smirked. "Is this your way of saying you’d miss me?"

She stood, walking over to you in slow, deliberate steps before leaning in. Her lips brushed against the shell of your ear, voice barely above a whisper.

"I don’t miss things that belong to me."

You reached up, fingers ghosting over her waist before pulling her closer.

"Then it’s a good thing I belong to you, huh?"

Wednesday hummed, pressing a slow, deliberate kiss to your jaw before pulling away. "For better or worse," she mused, amusement flickering behind her dark eyes. "Mostly worse."

You laughed softly, rolling your shoulder. "I should probably stitch this up before I bleed all over the floor."

"I’ll do it" Wednesday said simply, already reaching for the medical kit. "I’d hate for you to ruin the rug."

You smiled, watching her work.

Marriage. Who knew it could be so… fun?