Chapter 262: The Decision

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“So… what do you say?” Wednesday asked.

Luke stood up. He didn’t answer right away.

He began to pace slowly back and forth across the room, arms crossed and eyes fixed on the floor, like he was putting together a mental puzzle with no clear corners.

“I’m in love with you,” he said at last, bluntly, turning to face her.

Wednesday didn’t blink. But her lips moved slightly as she replied, “And yet you told me you feel something special for Enid. Not love… but a bond.”

Luke stopped and nodded. “I don’t deny it. I still feel that affection for her. Not romantic, but it’s there. That’s why in Sunnyvale, when she asked me not to kill those vampires… I didn’t.”

“And when I died for those few seconds in the fight with Elliot, when I thought everything was ending, she came to my mind too. Not as a lost love, but as someone important. Someone who was once a part of me.”

Wednesday watched him, saying nothing. Just listening. Analyzing.

Luke ran a hand through his hair.

“But I’m not in love with her anymore,” he finally said, firmly. “That part is over. I don’t feel that way anymore. Everything I do feel like that… I feel for you.”

He stopped again, now standing in front of her.

“And even so… what you’re proposing isn’t simple. Me, being the emotional and romantic center of two women so… spectacular?”

It sounded like every man’s dream. But he knew himself.

“I’m emotionally lazy, Wednesday. You know that. I know that. I should be trying way harder if I were with two girls. I struggle to open up, to explain what I feel. To stay present. Being the kind of person who balances it all… would be really hard for me.”

He paused.

“With you… it doesn’t feel like work. Because I love you. Because everything else disappears when you’re around. But that doesn’t mean I can give the same to two people.”

Wednesday stepped closer with slow but determined steps. She placed her hands on his, firm but not aggressive, and looked him straight in the eyes.

“You don’t have to carry all of that alone,” she said, her voice calm and steady. “Neither Enid nor I are asking you to be the perfect balance between us. You’re not alone in this. I’m going to do my part. And so will she. It doesn’t all fall on you, this is a relationship of three.”

Luke looked at her closely, as if trying to read between the lines, searching for any contradiction.

“And what if it doesn’t work?” he finally asked. “What if this all of this… ends up breaking what we have?”

Wednesday didn’t look away for even a second. “If it doesn’t work,” she said calmly, “we tried.”

Then she added, with that icy coldness that masked her tenderness,

“But I’m not leaving you, Luke. Ever. The only way you’re getting rid of me… is if I die.”

Luke looked at her with a mix of exasperation, tenderness… and deep love.

“And that’s never going to happen as long as I’m alive…” Luke murmured, lowering his gaze for a moment.

Wednesday remained unshaken, though a subtle spark lit up in her eyes at Luke’s words.

“Whoa,” she murmured in her usual frosty tone, but with a barely perceptible inflection that, for her, was the equivalent of a smile. “I feel safe now. Looks like I’ve got a personal bodyguard for life.”

Luke smiled faintly, already used to those biting remarks she used to hide affection.

He didn’t say anything. But inside, her words echoed strongly.

“For life…”

“Give me five minutes to think…” said Luke, sitting on Wednesday’s bed and closing his eyes.

She watched him.

Luke began to think. First about Enid. His ex-girlfriend. His first real connection in Nevermore and in this world.

He didn’t think about the fact that she had marked him as her Mate.

He wasn’t in love with her anymore, not with that wild intensity he had once felt.

But he still felt something. A kind of affection that was hard to categorize. A lingering tenderness.

He knew that if she were about to be hurt and he could stop it, he would. It had hurt him to see her injured just a few hours ago. Besides, he owed her, for breaking his promise.

And when he died for a few seconds fighting Elliot… it wasn’t just Wednesday who came to his mind. Enid did too. Her smile. Her laugh. Her warmth.

Could he simply let her go?

Would she survive that?

Would he feel at peace if he didn’t take Wednesday’s suggestion when he had the chance?

Then there was Wednesday.

Wednesday, who had never had a friend. She would lose the only person who had truly connected with her, besides him.

Could he do that to her?

Hurt the two people who loved him most?

If he said yes, he could prevent all of that.

And the Poes. He was the last living Poe. He needed to continue the bloodline.

Edgar had always told him that if he had two wives, even better, more descendants and he would have both of his loves with him.

Besides, he had loved Enid once. If he loved her once… why couldn’t he love her again?

Luke opened his eyes.

Wednesday was already closer. Her expression remained unreadable, but her posture was tense. Almost imperceptibly… but it was.

“Well?” she asked, not blinking.

Luke took a deep breath, “I’ve made a decision,” he said calmly.

Wednesday didn’t move, but lowered her head slightly, as if bracing herself for the worst.

“I’m going to accept… the polyamorous relationship,” Luke said.

There was a second of absolute silence. Wednesday didn’t react.

“But,” he added, raising a firm finger, “not completely. Not yet.”

Their eyes met.

“I’m not in love with Enid right now. I was, yes, but that’s gone.”

Wednesday didn’t interrupt him. She listened closely.

“If this is going to work, I can’t just go back to Enid like nothing happened. We can’t pretend we’re still a couple. It wouldn’t work, it would be weird and uncomfortable. I’d have to… rediscover her. Fall in love again. Or not. But it would have to happen naturally.”

Wednesday nodded slowly.

“I understand,” she said quietly. “It would be… artificial to force everything at once.”

Luke watched her carefully, “And if it doesn’t work with her,” he added, “if I don’t feel what I felt before… will you be okay with that?”

Wednesday looked at him intently.

“Yes,” she replied. “Because this proposal is a solution, not an obligation. But I want to try. Because the idea of losing her also hurts me.”

“Alright… then we’ll try. Somehow,” Luke said, with an expression that mixed acceptance, caution… and something harder to define.

It wasn’t exactly doubt. It was the awareness that he was stepping into unknown territory.

Wednesday nodded, with that same sharp calm that defined her.

“I knew this might be your decision,” she said, “or at least one of the possibilities you were considering. That’s why I’ve already thought about what comes next.”

Luke looked at her with a raised eyebrow, curious.

“Since classes end tomorrow and we have to go home,” Wednesday continued, “you and I will return to the Addams Manor. But the war isn’t over, and Enid is still part of all this.”

“So I propose she comes with us.”

Luke narrowed his eyes, processing.

“That she lives with us at Addams Manor,” Wednesday explained firmly. “That way, you can spend time with her. Share space, missions, battles. Laugh. Argue. Talk. And maybe… rediscover her.”

“Besides,” she added, with the sharp logic of someone who had already thought it all through, “we’ll be able to fight together. The three of us, against the Spellmans and their allies. Being in danger together tends to strengthen bonds…”

Luke stared at her, incredulous.

“Whoa,” he finally said. “Sounds like you already had it all planned out.”

Wednesday tilted her head slightly, without losing that inscrutable expression that sometimes bordered on intimidating.

“Planned? No. Anticipated. I always have a plan for every possible outcome.”

Luke let out a half-smile, resigned, “So what’s next, General Addams? Do we break the news together?”

“Yes. She’s probably waiting anxiously right now,” Wednesday nodded.

Even though it was the middle of the night, and Enid had gone to Yoko’s room so they could have this conversation in private, she was probably wide awake and unable to sleep.

After saying that, Wednesday pulled out her phone, courtesy of Luke, who had introduced her to modern technology some time ago, and sent Enid a message.

A few seconds later, she locked the phone.

“She’s on her way.”

“Did you tell her I agreed under that condition…?” Luke asked.

“Yes. Better that she reflects on her happiness before walking in,” said Wednesday with a small nod.

“You know how she gets when she smiles too much. She looks like she’s about to explode into hearts and glitter.”

Luke let out a low huff, a mix of resignation and fatigue.

“This is going to be weird… uncomfortable, at the very least,” he murmured.

“It’s been a long time since I’ve talked to Enid. Last time was in Sunnyvale, and it was brief. We were in the middle of a battle and then I sent her with you to help you.”

Wednesday didn’t deny or correct anything.

“It’ll be uncomfortable for you,” she said with her usual calm, almost clinical.

“Not for us.”

Luke raised an eyebrow at her.

“Enid and I already talked about it,” Wednesday continued, “We’re friends. We understand each other. We discussed everything before bringing it to you. There’s no tension between us. Only clarity.”

“Of course,” she added, as if analyzing a natural phenomenon, “that doesn’t mean she’s not nervous. She’s probably pacing in the hallway like a werewolf high on anxiety and bottled-up happiness. She’s going to see you after so long. She’s going to talk to you. And she’s got one clear mission: to make you fall for her again.”

Luke crossed his arms, his eyebrow raising even higher.

“Perfect,” he said with sarcasm. “I’ll be the damsel who must be wooed. All I’m missing is a long dress and a tall balcony.”

“You’ve got the balcony. You’re just missing the dress, want me to lend you one?” Wednesday asked, a teasing spark in her eyes.

’Now you’re making my kind of jokes…’ Luke thought, saying nothing as he crossed his arms again, waiting for Enid to arrive.

A few seconds passed. Then they heard soft, quick steps in the stone hallway.

A restrained rhythm. Like someone trying to walk with dignity while screaming inside.

Luke swallowed hard. Wednesday turned her head slightly toward the door.

There were two soft knocks.

Wednesday rolled her eyes, “Come in. It’s your room too,” she said, raising her voice.

The doorknob turned, and the door opened.

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