Wednesday Addams getting soft for someone? // Wednesday x Female Y/n

Accusions 

"Did you place the tracker?" Wednesday asked.

Fester handed her a device.
"Don't worry. Uncle Fester's got you covered."

Wednesday looked at a screen that had a
moving red dot that showed where Xavier was
going.

"Okay. Let's hit the road."

...

Fester pulled back a sheet to reveal a
motorcycle and a side car that was painted like
a Dalmatian. Wednesday stared at her uncle in
disbelief.

"What? I picked it up on my way out of town.
You know me. I like to travel incognito."

Fester picked up three helmets with Dalmatian
spots and ears and tossed two to Wednesday.

Fester put his one on and turned to Wednesday and Y/n. "Come on, let's roll!"

Wednesday tossed the second to Y/n.

...

Wednesday's ears flapped in the wind as he sat
in the side car of the motorcycle. Y/n was sitting behind Wednesday, laughing from Wednesday's ears flapping.

"Adorable." Y/n said.

"I'll kill you." Wednesday said making Y/n laugh harder.

Wednesday put her hand over Y/n's mouth.

Wednesday held the tracker and gestured for Uncle Fester to make a left. He did, and then they came to a stop a few moments later.

...

Wednesday, Y/n, and Fester hid behind some trees. Wednesday pulled out a spyglass and watched from a distance as Xavier rode his bike up to car, and Dr. Kinbott stepped out.

"You don't need a spyglass. You could have just asked me." Y/n said as Wednesday turned to her confused.

"Here." Y/n said pushing Wednesday over. Y/n's wolf ears popped out so she could have better hearing. She narrowed her eyes.

"Hey, what's so urgent? What happened?" She
asked.

"I had a dream where you died." Xavier
confessed.

Dr. Kinbott scoffed. "Get in the car."

The two climbed into Kinbott's car and started
talking.

...

Next thing she knew, Wednesday was storming
into Principal Weems's office.

"Principal Weems, it is imperative I speak with
you about Dr. Kinbott." She demanded.

Weems smiled at her. "Wednesday. We were
just talking about you."

"Speak of the devil." A voice said.

Wednesday turned and saw Dr. Kinbott
standing there holding a tray of tea.

"And she shall appear." Wednesday replied.

"Dr. Kinbott was just discussing your
assessment. I need to sign off on it before she
hands it in to the court." Weems explained.

"What's the verdict doctor? Am I cured?"
Wednesday asked sarcastically.

Dr. Kinbott set the tray of tea down on Weems's
desk and glared at Wednesday.

"I'm glad you find it amusing because the judge
assigned to your case won't." She snapped.

"I've explained to Dr. Kinbott that you've
recently been taking small but meaningful steps
towards embracing your new Nevermore
family." Weems said.