She rested her head on his chest, and she could hear his heart pounding. It was so strange, how they had only been married for two weeks and it had only felt like a day. Morticia sighed just kept thinking about the wonderful life they would have together. At their dark, romantic wedding taking place in the backyard... in the Addams' cemetary, they had danced. Oh, how they danced. They had tangoed, waltzed... everything. And to think, here Morticia was... a happily married woman, yet only eighteen years of age. She had a gut feeling that this man would keep her young for the rest of her life.

He wrapped his arm tightly around her and he kissed her red wine lips. "Tish, I have wonderful news." He smiled, his voice was slow, and in love.

"What is it, mon cher?" Morticia asked.

Whatever it was would have to wait, when his wife spoke French, Gomez's blood boiled. "Cara mia..." He began to kiss her up the arm, when he finally met her lips he looked into her eyes and added, "That's French."

"Oui." She had replied before kissing his lips.

Morning had come, and Morticia woke up next to her husband, who she found staring right into her beautiful brown eyes. She sat up. "Darling, last night you had told me about marvelous news. What is it?"

"Hmm?" Gomez was lost in her beauty and it had messed with his mind. "Ah, yes, the news." He sat up and kissed her hand. "We're having a family reunion... my parents had thought of it as sort of a suprise... more as a suprise for you, so you could get to know your whole family a little bit better."

"Gomez, that's wonderful." Morticia, a woman very good at concealing her emotions, did not show a hint of her true feelings. She was nervous, she had breifly spoken with a few members who had attended the wedding, but she had never actually met them... really met them.

"Tish... something's wrong. What is it, my darling?" It was remarkable. The way Gomez could read her... as if she were so animated.

"Nothing, Bubalah." She knew what was coming and practically gave him her arm. She knew by now, anything she said made his blood boil. He kissed her up her arm, her neck and stopped at her lips. After this, he looked into her eyes.

"Tish... please, is something bothering you?" Gomez asked his beautiful wife.

"Darling, I am quite worried. I've never met your family and I do, so want to make a good impression." Morticia admitted.

"Tish, " he took her hands. "If they don't like you, they aren't Addamses. You are more of an Addams than any other Addams I know. You're the best woman I will ever know, and the lovliest I will ever lay eyes on. My darling, you have nothing to worry about. They'll find you wonderful, they'll love you."

"Thank you, Gomez." Morticia replied.

"Cara, it isn't fair. I should be the one meeting your family. Isn't that the customary thing to do?"

"Darling Gomez, I would love for you to meet the rest of my family. But they aren't like us. The only people who have ever accepted me in my family are my parents. And my father is dead." Morticia explained.

"Querida, I promise you, no matter what they are like, I will accept your family with open arms! Just as you accepted mine."

"But that was different, mon cher. Your family is more... my type."

"Tish, I'm changing the plans. I hope it's alright with you, cara mia. You see, I've decided to make it a double reunion. I'll invite all of the Frumps! Lurch!" So that was it. Gomez gave Lurch a list of things to do, how to do them, what food to prepare, all of the essentails, where the reunion would be, etc.

The next week, the day before the reunion, Morticia -although she did not let it show- was an absolute bundle of nerves. How would she explain how to her eager husband that her side of the family preferred Ophelia because they were a bit more like Ophelia? She ended up coming to Màma for help. "Màma, may I speak with you?" She asked before sitting at the kitchen table.

"Alright, but make it quick. This golfer is not going to catch itself." Màma was referring to a stew she was making.

"Yes, Màma." Morticia agreed. "As you know, we're having a huge family reunion with our side and Gomez's. I'm worried. I want to know if there is any potion you think might help."

"Well, that's a tall order. Let me see what I can do." She then opened her book of spells, hexes and recepies to find a potion. "Paranormal, Peackocks, Pedophelia..." Màma ran her finger down the list. "Ah, personality!"

"You don't suppose..."

"Well, girl... you wished for it. If you want me to whip up a potion, I will. Your call." Màma was nothing if not blunt.

"You mean, change their personalities?" Morticia pondered the thought. "Permanently?"

"I'm not sure, I've never tried it."

Morticia thought for quite some time. And admittedly, the words, Yes, Màma! Please, do it! were on the tip of her tongue. But she could not go through with it. God forbid, if it were permanent... no matter how much her family dissaproved of her... most of them would never try to permanently change her. She could not do that to them. "No, thank you, Màma. I could never do something to them that the majority of them would never do to me."

"Suit yourself." Màma sighed and resumed preparing lunch.