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When Gomez Addams awoke that morning, the first thing he did was turn and look at his beautiful wife’s sleeping face. Her long dark hair stretched out on all sides like octopus tentacles reaching from the deep, her pale skin as smooth and flawless as marble, her lips so soft. He reached out and brushed his fingers against her cheek lovingly.
She was the chill that hung in the air after a storm, the moonlight that crept through the clouds on a dark night, the radiant corpse tucked away safely in a coffin buried six feet under, the raindrops that clung to a spiders web, his beautiful rose with a magnificent thorny stem, stunning and perfect in every way. He sighed softly and went to lay down again, not wanting to disturb the sleeping angel of death that laid next to him. That was when he heard three knocks at their bedroom door.
He frowned, glancing at Morticia who was still, thankfully, dead to the world and got out of bed as quietly as possible. When he got to the door he found Lurch standing there. “Lurch! What is it? Morticia is still sleeping.”
His butler groaned and he sighed “Yes, you can get started on breakfast, and don’t let grandma Addams push you around! Use Pugsley as bait if you have to! He loves distracting her.”
Lurch gave him one of his rare smiles before lumbering off in the direction of the kitchen. Gomez shut the door behind him and turned to go back to bed, finding Morticia awake and sitting up. He smiled at her “Good morning cara mia.”
“Mon cher.” She said while reaching out for him, he made his way over to her in a hurry.
“How is your morning my darling?” He asked once he was done kissing up her arm.
“Not so bad, I’m worried about Wednesday.” He gathered her in his arms, kissing the top of her head. “I’m sure she’ll be fine, she has Thing and she can call us on the crystal ball anytime.”
His wife rested her forehead on his shoulder “She doesn’t call much Gomez, I wonder if she’s fitting in alright is all.”
“Tish, this is Nevermore we’re talking about! There is no better place for her in the world! Except maybe here, at home with us.”
Morticia pulled away and smiled at him, soft and dark. “You’re right Gomez.” She told him just before kissing him, her hands coming up to cup his face. He let out a pleased noise before trying to pull her closer, as if wanting to drag her into his skin. He’d tried it before.
They had barely broken away for air when there was a knock at the door and Pugsleys voice drifted through “Mom? Dad? Grandma is trying to burn Lurch on the stove again!”
“Make sure to pull her off Pugsley! Lurch needs to focus!” Morticia called, effectively sending him away so they could be alone again.
Gomez smiled lovingly at her, he would happily pull out his heart and give it to her if he could but he had a feeling that she would rather him be alive for the foreseeable future. So he refrained. She turned away from the door and looked back at him, thumb rubbing against his cheek. “Where were we mon cher?”
He chuckled and kissed her again, not a bad way to spend the early morning.