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Skinned Knees and Hollow Trees

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On October 1st, 1989, Morticia spontaneously gives birth to a lovely, beautiful baby boy, despite not being pregnant that morning. She names this baby Klaus. Somehow, in some way, it makes everything right.

When a man comes to buy her son, Morticia is not in the least bit surprised, though perhaps she's not nearly as offended as she could be. Her son is, after all, absolutely darling. Who wouldn't want her son? But she declines, because she is an Addams and Addams' stick together. The man, Reginald, presses her at first, seemingly running out of options- apparently, he's some sort of collector of peculiar things- peculiar children included.

Morticia understands his interest in the strange and bizarre, and holds no ill will towards him. Still, an inkling of her hopes for only the best for the ones he did manage to acquire, because when she looks at him she sees he is empty, and not in the delightfully macabre way.

She's getting discharged from the hospital when she meets Janet.

Janet is young, harried, looking to be on the verge of tears. Swaddled in her arms is a chubby little baby, and she stares at him, adoring, but terrified, unsure of what to do. Upon conversing with her, Janet reveals she is nineteen, and still living with her parents, who were extremely unhappy to hear the news of her son's birth. They didn't believe her when she called them and said she was never pregnant that morning. Janet is a law student, has no money or ability to care for her son. Her parents want her to get rid of him as soon as possible.

She tells Morticia that she's met Reginald, and refused his offer to take her son. She, like Morticia, did not like the look in his eyes, the inflection in his voice as he spoke to her about her baby. Like he wasn't real, like he wasn't there. But Reginald is already speaking to her parents, who decide Janet will either give up her son or raise him on the streets. They will not allow any daughter of theirs to become a mother whilst unmarried.

Morticia sees the fear in Janet's eyes, and makes an offer.

Janet looks ready to refuse, worried Morticia would be just like Reginald, just as empty, but for the first time she takes notice of the little bundle in Morticia's arms. "What's his name?" Janet asks, voice breathy and distant.

"Klaus," Morticia tells her proudly. "He was born a couple days ago, October first. Quite a delightful time, October. The month of Samhain." Janet's eyes widen.

"I- him too, my son. He was born October first." Morticia's eyebrows raise. What a lovely coincidence, she thinks, and after further conversation, Janet decides Morticia would be a good mother to her son, who's so little and perfect and beautiful, who deserves better than Janet could ever give him.

"Has he a name yet?" Morticia asks, leaning in to take a look at the sleeping child. Janet shakes her head.

"Not yet, but I was thinking maybe Benjamin? It was my grandpa's name." Morticia hums at this, before suggesting Benedict. Janet's brows furrow, but she really sees no reason to say no. Morticia will be his mother from now on, no matter how much it hurts Janet to think of giving her little boy up. Still, her parents will be here soon, and she wants Ben to be somewhere safe and far, far away before they can get to him.

When Morticia and her husband leave the hospital, they come out with two sons, rather than one.

She makes eye contact with Reginald on the way out, whose eyes are narrowed and looks to be seething. Once more, she wishes the best for those children.

"It's an Addams!" Gomez cries proudly, and really, he should be proud, because never had there been a more Addams baby. Their dear Klaus, with pale skin and dark hair and eyes, is the perfect Addams.

Wednesday, on the other hand, is absolutely unhappy to find out she's now the older sister to two menaces rather than just one.

To hear her mother was pregnant with one was already bad enough, but upon seeing Morticia return with double the swathes of evil, Wednesday decides something must be done.

And so, Wednesday, a solid three years old, determines that both brothers must be killed.

Wednesday cannot kill her brothers.

She tried of course, with all her three-year-old might, but alas it was not to be. They're unfortunately sturdy little things, and oddly lucky, which Wednesday hates. Even the combined powers of herself and Pugsley are no match, and yet she's not about to admit defeat.

Ripping off the tarp from her guillotine, Wednesday instructs Pugsley to grab Benedict and bring him to her. They hold a mock trial for the beast, in which he pleads guilty by his own admission, and they settle him in the guillotine. And yet, when the blade falls, it's stopped by a thick, black tentacle, which smacks it away and unhinges it from the wooden structure. Benedict continues to babble and coo as the tentacle slithers back into its home, right in his gut.

Wednesday decides right then and there that Benedict could be spared. After all, it wasn't every day that someone was born with the ability to summon Eldritch horrors from their innards.

For now, she will break the exciting news to her parents.

When Klaus begins reacting to thin air, Wednesday hopes it's because he has schizophrenia, like their great grandfather. However, the family finds out the answer is even better. Klaus can actually see and communicate with the dead, something his parents are incredibly proud of. He was proving to be more and more of an Addams every day!

And Ben, small, unassuming Ben, who everyone was slightly worried about (to find the Addams character in one not of their blood was very rare), surprises them as well by accidentally summoning an Eldritch horror from the deep. Their family, Morticia decides, is coming together very, very nicely.

Though, something that definitely concerns them is their new neighbors, who despite not having done anything in particular to offend the Addams family, are most definitely people to keep an eye on. Or, more specifically, the patriarch of the large family, one Sir Reginald Hargreeves. It seems to Morticia a bit too coincidental that he'd suddenly arrived with seven (unfortunate) children in tow, giving a bit too meaningful of a glance at the Addams' manor as the movers unloaded their boxes and such.

Still, Addams' are nothing if not accepting, and so they genuinely hope their new neighbors will settle in and get along with them finely in the future.