Wednesday is sitting in her study, reading a novel. Beside her, a wood-burning fire crackled. Enid was off at work but would be home in about an hour, around 6:00 p.m. Ever since their daughter was born, Wednesday had quit her day job as Chief Investigator to be a stay-at-home mother/author.

If anyone had told Wednesday Addams that by twenty-three she'd be married, with the job she'd been training for in the position she'd hoped for, and with a newborn daughter, she would have never believed you. And now that her daughter was three and she homeschooled her, it seemed somehow better. Wednesday was by no means a housewife, but...motherhood was something different.

Enid had given birth to the softest, pinkest baby girl alive. With wispy blond hair, miniscule fingernails, and massive blue eyes. But her mischief was all Wednesday's own. But when she wasn't up to some terror or the next...she was a sweet girl.

At first, Wednesday didn't know what to do with that. How did something that had her own genes turn out anything other than dark and malicious? But she was so alike Enid sometimes it was uncanny. However, she was always quiet. Happy, sunny, sometimes devious. But practically silent. It was one of the ways she reflected Wednesday's behavior, and even to a more extreme extent.

As Wednesday read on that slow fall evening, her daughter came creeping inside, a smile on her soft, baby-pink face. The little girl had never had to get used to her mother's very subtle, almost invisible expressions. It was the only thing she had ever known. Wednesday shuts her book, uncrosses her legs, and stands, looking down at the child.

"Hello, Beastie" It was her favorite nickname for her daughter. Still affectionate, but with a definite ring of truth. What was an Addams, or more specifically, a Sinclair-Addams without being a bit beastie

Wednesday picks her up under her arms and hoists her onto her hip, brushing some blonde locks from her face. Still just as beautiful of a child as the day she was born, she often thought. Her face, of course, only displayed slight thoughtfulness, with a focus on her daughter's face.

"Your mother will be home shortly" She supplies. "Until then, it's clear you intend to bother me, don't you?" She waits a pause before nodding, face neutral. “I thought so”