(Two sides! And feel free to change the names of the children if you want!)

Eleven years. Eleven years since the Ingo Tower accident—eleven years since he lost both his parents.

They never got to see him become an adult. They never saw how he rebuilt himself, how he took charge of his own life—his own power. Honestly? He thought he would die before he even made it to the Hyde camp with Capri. But she kept her promise and helped him. And he’s grateful for that.

But what he’s truly grateful for?

Her.

It took him another year to earn her forgiveness, but she gave it. And now, eleven years later, she is his wife and the mother of his four children.

She? Yes. She. Wednesday Addams.

The road was difficult—but they survived it together.

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It’s a normal day, just like any other. Tyler and his wife are always the first ones awake. While Tyler makes breakfast, Wednesday brings their youngest son downstairs.

“Your offspring is malfunctioning. Fix him,” she says, holding Noctiz out to him.

“Oh, now he’s mine?” Tyler raises an eyebrow, taking the boy—who doesn’t seem particularly moody to him.

“Correct. He hates me. So I’m giving him to you. Enjoy,” she says, turning on her heel.

“He doesn’t hate you. You’re his mother, after all,” Tyler replies, a faint smirk tugging at his lips.

“I may be his mother, but even offspring develop… unfortunate preferences,” she says just before they hear footsteps upstairs.

“Your other offspring. The ones you abandoned in my uterus for nine months,” Wednesday says dryly as she takes a seat.

“Oh, thank God! Dad is making breakfast,” their oldest daughter Dahlia says as Tyler sets Noctiz into his high stool. The grin on his face only widens.

“I’m hungry…” their youngest daughter Vespera whines.

“Ugh. You’re annoying,” her five-minutes-older twin brother Thorn mutters.

He shouldn’t have said that. The fighting starts immediately.

Yes—this chaotic, complicated household. His family.

And he wouldn’t trade them for anything in the world.