Forced Marriage | Wenclair

9. A Gift for You

Enid Sinclair

I cannot fathom the reality I've witnessed. My heart seriously can no longer take in all the love that I have been feeling. It's all thanks to my wonderful future wife. She is the reason why I am following her like a lost dog. I'm already aware that I'm very faithful to her. Wednesday has given me attention as well as affection sometimes.

An example would be her and I cuddling every night. The raven would always command me to hug her while sleeping which I find extremely adorable. Holding her in my arms is way preferable than embracing a plushie. Another illustration is when we went shopping at a mall. As we walked side by side, Wednesday hooked her pinky with my own.

When I tell you I wanted to howl out of joy, I really wanted to. It did not matter to me if the psychic would rather hold onto my pinky. I'm happy with any form of physical contact as long as she is comfortable and not feeling forced to do anything she doesn't want to do. What sucks about all of this is that none of us have admitted we like each other more than friends.

I haven't said anything because I'm afraid that this would all be a dream or a mistake in the end. I'm wondering if Wednesday is doing all of this just for show for her parents. I remember those lingering words when she would divorce me right after we married. That is one of my fears. Another fear of mine would be losing her. I can't imagine myself in a situation like that.

Wednesday means the whole infinite universe to me. I've learned so much and grew way closer than expected to the woman. There's no way I would want to let her go anytime soon. If anything, she has to be the one to let me go if I'm not the one she wants. It's a miserable reality to be in, but I must accept it.

So what you're telling me is that you want a customized dagger for the love of your life? Thing tapped on my shoulder.

"Yup! Do you think that's a terrible idea?" I nervously asked the hand.

Right now, Thing and I are inside of a weapon store to shop for a blade I want to give to Wednesday. I left super early in the morning so I have enough time to find what I am looking for. Thing tagged along to help pick out a dagger that Addams would love.

Not at all. I think it's very thoughtful to go extra for Wednesday. She will appreciate it.

"I hope you're right," I had a little faith.

I am. By the way, I recommend getting a dagger with a case, you know, to make it look like a present, Thing advised.

"Smart thinking Thing. Let's get to it," I grinned as we marched to the glass display filled with knives.

On the other side of the counter is a dark skin toned woman with blue-green eyes. She was chewing gum while smiling down at her phone until she saw me approaching her. She put her device into her pocket and continued beaming.

"Hi there! What can I do for you today?" The friendly woman was ready to help me.

"Hey. I was wondering if you had any daggers that comes with a casing?" I politely inquire.

"We actually do. If you don't mind me asking, are you collecting them for fun?"

"No, I'm not. I'm looking to buy one as a gift for a girl I like," I felt a blush rising to my face.

"That's sweet of you. Usually people come by just to collect knives for show, but you're the first I ever heard of buying one for their crush. Let me guess, is it Wednesday Addams you fell in love with?" The worker smirked at me.

My jaw dropped when she guessed who I was purchasing the dagger for.

"Before you assume anything, I see a familiar hand relaxing on your shoulder. Hey Thing," the woman waved at the limb as he did the same.