Addams family woes

happy birthday my precious little leech

It was like every other morning on this specific day. The clouds were black and gloomy, the wind howling as dead leaves fly through the air. Not an drop of sunlight to be found, and cracks of lightning striked the ground as if it was hoping to hit a target.

Flash back
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Yes it was a special day, August 30th. 15 years ago an addams was born. A small pugy baby with piercing blue eyes and a pig like nose a with hair as Yellow as Jaundice.

"He's hideous" the mother whispered with pure joy. "Absolutely dreadful" the father exclaimed with pride.

The midwife stood in the corner of the room. Not really comprehending what was going on. "Uh well what would you like to name the baby Mrs addams?" she studdered. "Well what do you think Tish? What should we name the little parasite?" Mr Addams asked.

Morticia looked her little bundle of dread and smiled. "Pugsley" she cooed. "Pugsley? Are you sure Mrs Addams?" the midwife asked. "Yes pugsley Annihiler Addams. The name Pugsley was a popularized during the black plague you know." She chuckled

Gomez picked up his son "aw my son, My son, pugsley annihiler Addams!" He cried in pure ecstasy. "Tish Tell what's the middle name mean?" he asked still gazing at his new born.

Morticia snickerd "it means annihilat.....in French." Gomez turned to her and kissed up and down her arm while holding the baby, "you pick the best names my darling temptress." He whispered in her ear.

A loud clap of thunder rored through the hospital room, startling the midwife and passing by patiences and physicians. The infant giggled with joy as lightning struck a tree right out side their window.

He was truly an addams. Morticia smiled and kissed the top of his head, "my baby, precious little leech." She looked down at her first born a look that can only be described as love, unrelenting love a look she still gives him 15 years later.

Present day
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Morticia stood looming over her son as he slept with his tatted old blanket and on extra lumpy mattress. His room surrounded with stollen old rode signs that read, "road work ahead" (yeah I sure hope it does. Sorry), "keep out", "danger" and "high voltage." Black jeans, black cargo,and black sweats along striped shirts, sweaters and hoodies covered the floor. Along with dynamite, axes, a book that reads 'poisons and toxions for dummies' ™ and questionable wads of tissues sprawled around the the floor.

He wasn't a baby anymore, he no longer needed to hold his mothers hand when wandering the cemetery. His once soft smooth baby face was partially gone. There was still a little hint of a cubby youthful face under all the little zits and lip stubble.

A small scar stayed on his left side of his cheek from running with a knife when he was 10. She always warned him when running with a knife always point it away from you, but she let him learn that lesson himself like any responsible parent.

Morticia chuckled as she reminisced about the old days. She softly sighed and caressed his cheek her sharp red nails grazing his scar. She kissed the top of his head and decided to let him sleep in, after all it was his special day. "Happy birthday my precious little leech" she whispered before closing his bedroom door.