Jenna Ortega Imagines

Future

Y/N's POV:

No one prepared me for my future; I'm not saying it's bad, because it's not, but I am saying that I felt damn near unexpected. I was married to the Wednesday Addams. I'm even surprised that she wanted kids just as much as I did.

"Mother?" Our eldest daughter, Ophelia, stepped into our shared bedroom. Wednesday was in the shower while I lay in bed on my phone.

"Yes, hon?" I adjusted the glasses on my face and looked towards Ophelia.

"Blake is trying to sneak into the cookies again." She ratted her little brother out. To be fair, she was only 4 and Blake was 3.

"Alright, let's go see." I stand up with a small chuckle, tucking my phone in the pocket of my sweats as Ophelia grabs my hand while walking downstairs together.

We turned the corner and it turns out Ophelia was right. There stood Blake with his hand, wrist deep in the cookie jar. Inside contained snickerdoodle cookies, chocolate chip, and dark chocolate (per Wednesday's request).

"Blake Gomez Addams." I called out sternly and my son froze sheepishly, slowly munching on the last bite of the cookie that was shoved in his mouth. "What're you doing?" I let out a small laugh — I was too mad about the cookies, I actually found it to be quite funny.

"Uh-" Blake blanked on what to say. Ophelia relished in watching her brother her in trouble. That was also quite funny. She sat back on the couch with her little hands crossed formally in her lap while I sat down at the head of the dining table.

"One; I'm not mad." I began, Blake giving me a hopeful smile. "And two; you could've just asked, Blake." I laughed, my kids joining in on me.

We turned our heads to see Wednesday walking down in her black, silk robe. "What's all the commotion about?" She scooped Ophelia off the couch, our daughter giggling at the action. Though there wasn't a smile on Wednesday's face, there was one in her eyes.

"We were just about to have some cookies." I take Blake's hand out of the jar and wipe it down with a paper towel. "Care to join, baby?"

"I'd love to." Her lips turned upward in the slightest way as she set Ophelia down in her chair. I helped Blake sit down in his and gave him a cookie to split with his sister. Our kids began to play around. I set two dark chocolate cookies down in front of Wends, I was about to walk away but her arm slithered around my waist and pulled me back.

"Mh, that shower put you under a love spell." I hummed jokingly — I always enjoyed her loving moments. Especially when all she mainly did was cuddle into me, kiss me everywhere, and whisper loving things in my ear.

"No, that was all you, Cara Mia." Wednesday stood from her chair and hugged me from behind. "I've been under your love spell for almost 6 years now. And I'm not complaining."

I smiled and turned around to loop my arms around her neck. "I figured. Otherwise you would've left the second I brought up having kids together."

"Oddly enough, I wanted them since the day we met." Wednesday confessed, her arms tightening around me as she stuck her face in my neck, smelling the perfume I had on. "There was no doubt in my mind of having a future and a family with you."

"Aww, Wends." I cooed, placing my hand on the back of her neck. "You can be such a sweetheart."

"No." She shook her head and pulled away slightly to kiss my cheek. "I'm just a sweetheart for you."

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A/N:
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