Author's Note: Written in celebration of the 50th Anniversary of The Addams Family. This story does not necessarily run together with my other fanfics (which all link together if you'd like to read them as such). This'll be a two-parter to save from an exceedingly long document.

Disclaimer: I do not claim to own, nor am I in any way affiliated with the Addams Family

Gomez watched the clock tick over to midnight, and then turned to face his wife, his eyes gleaming with happiness and excitement.

"Tish..." he breathed out slowly.

She stroked his face gently, "Happy anniversary darling."

"Fifty years," Gomez commented. "It's flown by."

"Time moves quickly when you love what you do," Morticia replied. "And I love you with all my heart."

"I've got a gift for you Tish," he reached down and pulled out a leather bound book from under his chair.

"Thank you darling," she took the book from him and flipped to the first page. "A photo album!"

"Of all our years together," he kissed her hand. "The children helped me put it together."

"Oh, look at this one," Morticia pointed to a photograph.

In the picture she and her husband wore identical smiles. He was standing behind her, his arms wrapped around her petite waist, their hands meeting across her abdomen.

"That was the day you told me we were expecting Pugsley," Gomez commented.

"What's taking you two so long?" Mama asked as she descended the stairs.

Gomez and Morticia looked up from their card game, perplexed.

"We're almost finished, Mama," Morticia replied, tossing down another card onto the center stack.

"Go fish," Gomez shuffled the stack and passed her a card, before placing down a royal flush.

Morticia added a joker on top of his flush and smiled cheekily at him, "I win."

Gomez leaned over the table and kissed her, "You always manage to beat me Tish."

Mama harrumphed noisily, "I didn't mean your Bridge game!"

"Oh?" Morticia looked up at her mother-in-law. "What did you mean then, Mama?"

"Children!" the old woman exclaimed. "You've been married two and a half years and I've never even heard you mention it once. And I'll admit I'm a little shocked we've had no small surprises yet at the rate you to go about."

"Mama!" Gomez looked sternly at his mother. "Surely there's nothing wrong with us wanting to spend our time together alone?"

"Of course not," Mama replied. "It's just been a while, and you're not getting any younger."

"We're barely 25 yet," Gomez retorted. "You were much older than that when I was born."

"I'm of a different generation," Mama tossed her hair. "We did things differently then. I just want to know if you've even started trying"

"We don't need to try," Gomez said. "We're just letting the chips fall where they may."

"So you do want children?" Mama asked.

"Of course!" Gomez proclaimed loudly.

"And you, Morticia," she turned to her daughter-in-law. "You've gone very quiet. Do you want children too?"

Morticia turned her large round eyes to her husband, "I'm pregnant."

Gomez froze, but Morticia smiled because she could see the spark in his eyes.

"Remember the day he was born?" Gomez asked.

"He weighed in at almost nine pounds," Morticia gave a gentle laugh. "I'll never forget that."

"You did look lovely," he pointed at a picture of her with an excruciatingly large stomach.

Morticia lovingly stroked another photo, she was holding the newborn Pugsley in her arms, "We had such trouble with his name."

"Good morning Mrs Addams, Mr Addams," a cheery nurse greeted the new parents who had been admitted the night before. "How's the mother this morning?"

"Beautiful," Gomez replied.

Morticia smiled at him, "I'm fine Nurse, I just wish we didn't have to stay here. I didn't want to come in the first place. If the police hadn't pulled us over for speeding I would have made it home."

The nurse laughed, assuming the woman's comment to be a joke. The infant in the nearby cot began to stir and whimper. Gomez stood up from the end of his wife's bed and scooped the chubby baby into his arms.

"I have his birth certificate here, if you've decided on a name," the young girl waved a document in the air.

"We've decided on a very practical name," Morticia replied, taking the hungry baby from her husband. "Something that will look good on a briefcase, or a sarcophagus."

"Oh, good..." the nurse poised her pen over the blank line. "Well, what did you decide on?"

"Pubert," the new parents chanted.

"Erm," she lowered her pen. "I'm not sure if you can name him Pubert..."

"Too common?" Gomez asked.

"Uh, sure?"

"I suppose we can go for the second option, after his great uncle?" Gomez looked at his wife.

She nodded her agreement, "Yes, we don't want him to struggle with confusion over which Pubert one if referring to. We'll name him Pugsley."

"Well, that's better, I guess," the nurse wrote it down.

"Pugsley suited him so much better," Mortica commented. "Although Pubert would work so much better for a lawyer."

"Pugsley's not a lawyer though," Gomez responded.

"Of course not, can you imagine that boy in a court room!" Morticia's eyes widened. "They wouldn't let him wield his staff!"

"Ah yes," Gomez looked back at the album. "Wednesday was much easier to name. We had the same nurse, if I recall correctly."

"She was a strange one," Morticia added. "She always seemed to be confused by what was going on."

"She's in that photograph," Gomez pointed at one near the bottom of the page.

In the black and white image sat a pudgey toddler, Pugsley, holding the smallest infant with a small tuft of dark hair on her head, and a frazzled woman in white reaching out with a horrified look on her face.

"Muzzer!" Pugsley bounded into the room, tugging his father along behind him. "Muzzer, I couldn't find you at home!"

"I'm sorry darling," Morticia stroked her son's hair as he stood by her bed. "The baby was taking too long to be born and Grandmama fell asleep. I had to come here to give the poor dear a good rest in quiet."

Pugsley nodded in understanding, "She still sleeping. Or dead."

Morticia glanced at her husband.

"I'm fairly certain she's sleeping," he informed her. "But just in case, we decided to leave her be."

"Mr and Mrs Addams!" the nurse stopped in her joyful entrance to the room. "Oh, I remember you."

She glanced down at the round toddler who was fiddling with the ends of his mother's hair, bored.

"Pugsley, right?"

Pugsley looked up at the woman, eyes wide with delight, "Can you read minds?"

The nurse shrugged, and began running a few checks on the tiny infant in the cot. When she was done she nervously asked,

"What are you naming this one?"

"Wednesday's child is full of woe," Gomez recited.

"Huh?"

"We've decided to call her Wednesday, for luck," Morticia said by way of explanation.

"Muzzer, can I hold the baby?"

"Of course dear," Morticia replied. "Gomez, will you please give her to him?"

Gomez took little Wednesday out of the cot and passed her gently to her brother. Pugsley stared at the small, pale girl in his arms with a look of curiosity and pride.

"Farzer? Can I play guillotine with her?"

"You'll have to sharpen it first."

"What!?" the nurse spun around. "You can't- She's just- Why would- No- What?!"