You and the gloomy, dark haired Addams had been together for quite some time now. She was awful at expressing affection, but you were willing to work on it.

This night, however, was a special one. You don't know how it happened, but the girl herself, Wednesday Addams, is currently asleep on your lap. Her breathing was soft, almost too quiet. (you hade to make sure she wasn't dead a few times)