Ryan nodded and said "Yeah so let's get to know each other a bit before we rush anything" Ryan added "Did i tell you i am returning to Hogwarts after my cousin Tia graduates next term"

Tommy looked between the two of them. Wednesday didn't believe her brother and Paul wasn't being very convincing and sincere either, but this was between the two of them. It was a family affair and she had no business with her nose in it. She wanted them both to be ok with each other.

For the first time since Ryan has arrived, Wednesday made a soft smile on her face...A smile people rarely see these days. "Really? You're coming back?...That's cool," she said. She looked down at her feet and looked up at him. "I was going to bake some cookies, would you to help? Or you don't have to help if you don't want to - you can watch or something." Secretly, that was a lie. She didn't plan on baking cookies today, but it was the only thing she thought that help break the ice.

Paul was surprised by what had just happened. He expected it to be much longer than a minute; he didn't even say much and Wednesday just accepted it, lickity-split. As a matter of fact, his apology was longer than that and she just accepted it before he even finished. The reason why he paused was to get his thoughts together, basically she interrupted him. He looked at Tommy and shook his head, with disbelief on what had just happened. "I wasn't finished!" he explained. "That one sentence wasn't my full apology...Nes practically interrupted me and left, only because some guy was here to see her." How many guys has she dated since she started Hogwarts anyway?...

She looked back to Paul still clutching his hand. It was weird, from what Wednesday had told her, her family had done some rotten things to her. And she just accepted his feeble apology like that? Something was up and Wednesday didn't really believe Paul and she just wanted to get it over with. "You have to give her some time Paul. Maybe you should try again later when you can speak to her alone and without any distractions." She offered to him with another hand squeeze.

Ryan smiled and said "Of course i am coming back can't stay in Bulgaria forever after my cousin has graduated and sure i would love to help you bake cookies"

"Well since you're coming back, I must warn you," Wednesday's smile disappeared. "When you left, I might've mentioned you to my best friend...Long story short, he wants to punch the lights out of you." Amos probably doesn't even remember...She took Ryan to the kitchen and looked for some cooking materials, when she found the materials a thought popped in. Chocolate chip!..."Do you like chocolate chip cookies?"

Tommy's squeeze actually made him feel better and, in return, he gave her small smile. But he was still wondering what had just happened a moment ago. He knows Wednesday well enough to know she would never accept an apology from anyone like that. Usually she'd give them a glare, fight a little, then eventually accept it; and that alone takes 10-15 minutes. "Something weird is going on...Nes never accepts an apology like that." Paul grew worried. "Either something is wrong with her or she's planning something."

Ryan smiled and said "I love chocolate chip cookies and fine amos can punch me if he likes i wont stop him"

She stood and faced him pulling him close to her. She pulled his arms around her waist and then wrapped her arms around him. "Well she is busy with a friend. How about we get busy spending time with each other." She pulled him in for a kiss. She wanted him to know that she liked that he wanted to make amends with his sister. She pulled back. "Thank you for apologizing to your sister."

Wednesday, still smiling, looked at Ryan as she looked for the cookie dough. "Are you sure you want to take a punch, from someone is who in the army?" She wasn't trying to scare him, it was more like another fair warning.

After a minute of looking, she found the cookie dough on a top shelf in the freezer, but she was too short to reach it. "Ryan, could you help me get the cookie dough?" she asked, pointing at it.
"I may have apologized, but something doesn't feel right," Paul whispered. "The way she accepted it...I don't know! There was something fishy about the way she did." Then a voice of reason popped in. IDIOT! What's done is done! You've settled the vendetta and it's over - Let it GO!!!!...Considering his thoughts were practically shouting in his head, he decided to drop it and looked at Tommy again. His smile small had converted into a big smile and kissed her back. "Let's go." He took her upstairs and they headed back outside.

She watched him as he thought about something. Somehow all the Adams children could hear each other's thoughts and feel each other's emotions, and Tommy had no idea how and or why that was. She knew she wouldn't want all 11 of her sisters in her head. "Well all you can do is take what she said at face value and just see what happens." She told him with a shrug. She smiled at he kissed her back and then she followed him back through the house and back outside.

Jesus Christ. Kids these days. "Yes, well, we have invites to take care of, and the fitting will be next week, the floral arrangements and the cake I've already done..." Madeline said loudly, in a bit of a commanding tone.

Alison flushed a little bit when Chris hugged her in front of her mom. It was sort of clear her mom didn't like him but didn't mind the wedding bit. She let go of him and answered, "Yeah, she's kinda right." She replied quietly, shuffling her feet a bit.

They headed back to the maze and Paul felt happy that he was out of the house and with Tommy, alone. He was also happy to have told her the bad he has done. This day couldn't get any better, especially sine he had his love in his arms. They were heading towards a beautifully grown rose bush, he wasn't a big fan of flowers but when he saw the bush, it reminded him of the beauty of Tommy. Delicate, lovely, beautiful. There was something about that bush that made him walk to it, picked up a rose, and give it to her. "Do you like roses?"

Knock! Knock! Knock! Chris broke the hug just after Maman spoke, turned around when hearing the three knocks on the door. "Excuse me," he told the ladies. He walked over to the door and peeped through peephole, only to see the very last person he wanted to see...His mother! NOT NOW!!!!...Any day but TODAY...He wanted to bang his head on the door until he hit a coma. He wanted to scream his lungs out until he lost his voice.

Anna May Addams III stood outside, impatiently waiting for her son to open the damn door. Judging from the vibes she was getting from Chris, he really didn't want to see her, but that didn't matter. She only came to fix up the mess she made, turn her grandchildren around from insane to sane, and to get the apology her son owes her; and if he doesn't want to apologize, then she'll have to go to Plan B. Anna features violet eyes, pale and slightly wrinkly skin, 5'11, dark brown hair, and she had a very nice physique. She wore dark blue skinny jeans, black high heels, and a black spaghetti strap shirt under her brown trench coat. "C'mon!" she mumbled in her thick Scottish accent. "Open the friggin door."

It's now or never...Chris finally opened the door and, without even saying hello, Anna just walked right, took of her coat and tossed it on the floor and made herself right at home. He closed the door, feeling ignored and invisible, and walked back to Alison and Maman. "Ladies, this is-

"The name's Mrs. Anna May Addams III," she interrupted, looking at them from head to toe. "You must be the bride," she addressed to Maman, "and you must be...Ummmm...The sister of the bride? Maid of honor?" Obviously to Alison.

He grabbed his deranged mother by the arm and whispered in her ear, "Alison, the one who you addressed to as the maid of honor, is the bride. Maman's the mother of the bride."

"WHAT!?" she shrieked.

Tomasina held fast to Paul's hand as he directed them through the maze. Paul was a different person it seemed after they professed their love for each other. She was a lot happier and she was a different person as well. She hoped her love changed him the way his love changed her. This day seemed a little brighter as they walked hand and hand through the maze. She was having the time of her life. She took the rose from her, she had to hold back the tears. No one had ever given her flowers before. "I do now," She told him as she looked up at him. "What prompted this?" She asked.

Now, Madeline was NOT pleased by the sudden entrance of the VERY rude lady. The lady, obviously older than her, did not seem to care for manners. "Hello madame... I'm Madeline LaRousse, Alison's mother. You are Christopher's mother, correct?" She was VERY graceful when it came to manners, really.

Alison was DEATH embarassed. Seriously. HELLO?! Not only this clear up the fact that Alison was WAYYY too young to be marrying Chris, it also pointed out the fact that she obviously looked way too young, being all her 5 feet 1 inches and super-skinny, size-0-jeans-ness. "And I'm Alison Raine-LaRousse. It's a pleasure to meet you." She smiled, wondering to herself if she should dye her hair brunette like her mother to look more mature... Or maybe she would buy those 10 inch Christian Loboutines after all. And GOD forbid her mother would just call Chris 'Chris'. No, she had to call him CHRISTOPHER. HELLO. EMBARASSING MUCH?!

"I honestly have no cool," he shrugged. "The roses looked beautiful -which is unusual for me because I never paid much attention to flowers- and I thought of you." He really loved her and wanted to do anything that'll make her happy. He hears all the time that girls like flowers and figured she might like a rose. Tommy looked like she was about to cry and Paul frowned a little. "Is anything the matter?"

Anna constantly observed Alison from head to toe and felt very disturbed by, what will soon become, the marriage. She usually doesn't judge a book by it's cover, but she couldn't help but judge her. She's...So young! Young enough to be Chris's daughter...She looked over to him and gave him a strange look as if she was saying why do you always fall for the wrong one?"Why yes, I am his mother," she told Madeline and Alison. "Very nice to meet you both." It was hard for her to admit that, but an Addams lady has to act polite.

Chris was reading her loud and clear, he had the