Hello lovely readers! This is based on The New Addams Family version of Morticia's Romance, but certain parts are very AU. Enjoy!
Disclaimer: Unfortunately, I do not own the Addams Family or any of these characters. In fact, a lot of this dialogue isn't mine, either.
"Happy thirteenth anniversary!"
"Well thank you Mama," Morticia said as she took a nicely wrapped box from Mama's outstretched hands. She opened the box as her family looked on, Wednesday and Pugsley sitting on the floor, Fester and Mama in armchairs across the coffee table, Lurch standing by with drinks, and her darling Gomez beside her, as he always was. She untied the black ribbon and took off the lid, and gasped when she found a beautiful black nightgown.
"It's lovely," she said warmly, holding it out in front of her. It was long enough to go to her feet, and she could tell it was going to fit very tightly.
"Actually, it's more of a gift for Gomez," Mama said with a wink.
"Really?" Gomez asked cluelessly as he ran his hand over the smooth fabric. "I don't think it's my size."
"Darling," Morticia said lightly, and raised her eyebrows. She could tell when he understood, his eyes lit up suggestively.
"Oh. Thank you, Mama," he said with a devilish grin. Morticia smiled indulgently at him, and leaned forward to give him a quick kiss. And another. And another.
"Look at those two lovebirds," Fester said contentedly. "They're as crazy about each other now as they were the day they met." He and Mama glanced at each other and smiled, but Wednesday sat up, intrigued.
"Mother, Father, how did you meet?" Wednesday had been expecting something sappy and romantic and the good kind of nauseating, but she was surprised when her Uncle Fester and her Grandmama shuddered, and her parents glanced at each other with something close to panic in their eyes.
"Please Wednesday," Fester said, sounding like Wednesday had asked if she could dye her hair blonde and wear pink dresses. "There are some things a delicate child, such as yourself, is better off not knowing."
"Fester's right." Wednesday turned to her father as he continued. "Some things can scar a person for life." Wednesday didn't notice Morticia's hands twitch in Gomez's, or the apologetic squeeze he gave them in response.
"But we've already been exposed to MTV, Barney, and the Spice Girls," she retorted. Surely nothing her parents told her could have a worse effect than any of those things.
Apparently Pugsley was thinking along the same lines, because he backed her up. "Yeah, what could be worse than that?" he asked.
"The children do have a point," Grandmama said reluctantly. Gomez and Morticia looked at each other.
"Shall we?" Morticia asked, her eyebrows raised. Gomez sighed and turned towards the children.
"Well, for starters, I wasn't supposed to marry your mother." His face fell at the memory. "I was supposed to marry her sister, Ophelia." Wednesday and Pugsley turned to each other in horror.
"Aunt Ophelia?" they asked incredulously. Morticia smiled and diverted the conversation.
"I'll never forget the first day we met. The sun was shining, the birds were singing..." Gomez finished her thought.
"I knew we were in for trouble."
A/N: Please review! All of this dialogue came straight from the beginning of the first episode of the two. Thanks for reading!