You stood outside your house, your suitcases packed and sitting by your feet, watching as the Addams’ car slowly pulled up in front of your driveway. The car came to a stop, and the first person to step out was none other than Wednesday. Her cold, calculating gaze swept over the scene before she moved toward you, and despite the tense air, you couldn’t help but feel a slight knot form in your stomach. You knew what this moment meant.

As her family started to pour out of the car behind her, you braced yourself. You had no idea how the day would go, but you didn’t expect it to be easy. Wednesday approached you, her eyes scanning your face. She could sense the nervousness you were trying to hide, and without a word, she reached for your hand. The sudden gesture caught you off guard, your heart skipping a beat at the unexpected contact.

From behind, Morticia watched the interaction with raised eyebrows, clearly surprised to see her daughter so... affectionate. She didn’t say anything, though. Perhaps she understood that whatever was happening between you and Wednesday was something that couldn’t be easily explained.

Wednesday’s voice broke the silence as she spoke, her words softer and gentler than you were used to hearing. “It’ll be alright,” she said, her tone surprisingly comforting, almost in contrast to her usual sharpness. She looked at you as though you were something more than just a friend—at least at that moment. Her family noticed the change, their eyes shifting between each other, clearly taken aback by the rare display of warmth from Wednesday.

Even in the midst of her family’s scrutiny, Wednesday’s grip on your hand remained steady, and for the first time, you felt like maybe—just maybe—you were going to be okay with the Addams’ family.