a/n: Hi guys, this is my next multi-chapter fic. Each chapter is going to be based upon the phrases on the Addams Family trading cards. This first chapter is 'Gomez', and since that wasn't much to go off, it's just following him through his morning.
I hope you enjoy. I'll update soon, and just so you know, I am nearly finished 'Where Did We Go Wrong', and you can expect an update on that before the weekend.
Please read and review, so I can know what you think. Feel free to point out any mistakes or if I go out of character anywhere.

When Gomez woke up that morning the sun was already blazing through the bedroom window. He turned his head to his delicious wife, wrapping a gentle hand around her waist. She snuggled closer to him in reaction to his touch, but did not awaken. Gomez stared at the beauteous creature that lay before him, her eyes lightly shut, and hair slightly disturbed from sleep.
The morning sun felt as if it were piercing his back like a knife. The light it cast landed on Morticia's face and caused her pallor to illuminate. He lifted a strand of hair to his lips and lightly kissed it.
So lucky, he thought, to have found my true love and to be able to hold her every night.
She stirred. Her blue eyes stared directly into his brown ones.
"Gomez," she mumbled, waking up.
"Here, cara mia," replied Gomez softly.
He released her waist gently, as she slowly sat up.
"What time is it?" she asked, her voice thick from sleep.
Gomez, too, sat up and looked towards his bedside table, he picked up a pocket watch and a wrist watch, comparing them he replied, "Almost ten o'clock."
"We've overslept," said Morticia, "the children will be late for school."
"Cara," replied Gomez emphatically, "it's Sunday!"
"Oh?" responded Morticia, "oh well. In that case, will you join me in the garden for breakfast?"
Gomez replied by raising her fingers to his lips, "Anywhere with you, Tish."
Morticia smiled modestly at him, "Bubele."

The door to their bedroom swung open, hitting the wall as it did so, Morticia and Gomez broke apart in shock.
"Mummy, Daddy," it was Wednesday.
She walked in, followed by Pugsley, who was holding a tray full of breakfast foods; scrambled vulture eggs and the like.
"Morning Mother, good morning Father," Pugsley addressed his parents.
"Good morning darlings," smiled Morticia affectionately.
"What have you got there?" asked Gomez.
"Breakfast sir," replied Pugsley.
"Grandmama helped us make it," added Wednesday proudly.
Morticia patted the bed beside her, Wednesday hurried over and climbed up beside her mother. Pugsley walked cautiously, so as not to spill the drinks that were on the tray. Gomez took the tray from him as he neared so the boy could climb up onto the bed.
"What a lovely surprise," Morticia beamed at her children.
Gomez lay the tray between himself and his wife.
"It looks absolutely delicious," continued Morticia.
"I'll say Tish," said Gomez, "just look at this broiled salmon eye, now I know Mama can't make that, it must be the work of our Wednesday."
Wednesday blushed and nodded, "Uh huh, Lurch showed me how to last week."
"I made the toast," announced Pugsley.
"And it's perfect darling," replied Morticia, "nice and dry and black."
"And Grandmama poached the eggs," said Wednesday, "in her cauldron."
"How resourceful," said Gomez thoughtfully.
"Are you going to try it?" asked Pugsley, smiling.
"Of course dear," said Morticia.
Morticia put some yak's butter onto a piece of toast as Gomez filled his fork with fish eye. The pair smiled at each other with their eyes as they raised the food to their mouths.
Morticia raised a hand to her chin to catch the crumbs that broke away from the toast as she bit into it. Gomez's eyes widened at the taste, he took another forkful.
"This is delicious, Wednesday," he said enthusiastically.
"The most divine toast," added Morticia.
The children beamed.
"Thank you darlings," continued Morticia.
After another bite of the toast, Pugsley spoke up, "Father, can Wednesday and I play with your trains?"
"I knew there was a reason behind this breakfast," exclaimed Gomez, he eyed the two children, "of course you can, why don't you go and ask Uncle Fester if he can run the power for you."
"Thank you Father," the children shouted over their shoulders as they ran out of the room.

Gomez put down his fork and reached for the henbane tea, pouring himself and Morticia a cup each.
"They had good intentions, but perhaps a few cooking lessons…" trailed off Gomez.
"A bit chewy dear?" asked Morticia.
He nodded as he drank from his cup, handing Morticia hers.
"Perhaps I'll take them down to the kitchen today and have them help me prepare lunch..." said Morticia.
Gomez swallowed the last of his tea, "Shall we get ready for the day?"
Morticia nodded, swallowing her own tea. She put the cup down on the tray beside Gomez's. Standing up she took the tray and pulled a noose from the ceiling.

"You rang?" droned Lurch almost instantly.
"Yes Lurch," replied Morticia as she handed him the tray, "would you take this to the kitchen, make sure the children don't see you," she turned to Gomez, "they would be so heart broken if they knew we couldn't finish it all."
"Yes, Mrs. Addams," replied Lurch as he turned around and exited with the tray.

Gomez watched from his place on the bed as Morticia made her way to their wardrobe.
"Now, what should I wear today?" she mumbled to herself, observing her options.
"That one," replied Gomez pointing, "it makes you look so enticing."
"Very well," Morticia nodded and retrieved one of the many black dresses from the wardrobe. Then she made her way over to the chest of drawers and pulled out a pin striped suit for Gomez, she carried it over to him.

They got dressed in silence, once both were ready Gomez offered a hand, which Morticia took elegantly.
They made their way into the garden.

Morticia knocked on one of Thing's boxes, "Good morning Thing," she smiled as he emerged.
Thing waved at her.
"Thing," asked Morticia, "may I have the zebra burger for Cleopatra?"
Thing ducked back into his box and, a moment later, returned with a small bowl of meat.
"Thank you Thing," said Morticia as she took the bowl.
Thing saluted in reply and went back into his box, shutting the lid behind him.

Gomez took the bowl from his wife's delicate hand, "I'll hold it for you Tish."
"Thank you Gomez," Morticia eyed him, "you're so gallant."
"Tish, when you look at me like that," warned Gomez.
"Patience Bubele," interrupted Morticia, "Cleopatra first, us later."
"Yes, yes," replied Gomez, bashfully.
He watched as Morticia reached into the bowl, retrieving the silver fork. She pierced a piece of burger with it and held the food delicately out to the plant.
"Darling," she cooed, "come as see what Mother has for you."
The plant perked up at the sound of her voice and greedily gobbled the food from the fork.
Gomez watched Morticia's long fingers as they stroked what could be passed as the plant's chin, they lingered momentarily and then dropped down to her side. She turned slightly and put the fork through another piece of meat. She swayed her hips as she turned back to her plant, offering the food to her.
Morticia repeated the slow, delicate process as she fed another piece of burger to her beloved Cleopatra.
"Tish," said Gomez, "you're teasing."
"Am I?" asked Morticia coyly, as she turned back to her plant yet again, "Bubele," she added after a moment.
Gomez moaned at his lack of self control as he threw the bowl over his shoulder and took his wife in his arms.
"Gomez," said Morticia, shocked as she looked at the broken bowl and spilled meat, "you're so impetuous."
"And you, Cara Mia, are so enticing," responded Gomez as he began to caress her fingers with his lips.

A cough sounded behind them. The pair looked up, there stood Fester and the children.
Morticia stood up immediately, Gomez reluctantly released her.
"Do you know what these two did?" asked Fester.
"No, darling," replied Morticia, she looked at the children, "what did you do?"
"Well, Wednesday and me," started Pugsley.
"Wednesday and I, dear," corrected Morticia.
"No Mother," interrupted Wednesday, "it was me and Pugsley, I know, you weren't there."
Gomez held back a laugh.
"Anyway," continued Pugsley, "Wednesday and I were just playing with the trains."
"No Pugsley," said Wednesday, "you forgot to tell them, how we made Uncle Fester, blow a fuse."
"Well, I'm sure they didn't mean it," said Morticia, looking back up at Fester.
"Didn't mean it!" exclaimed Fester, hurt, "Look at this," he pulled a broken lightbulb from his pocket, "they made it blow up."
"Would have thought you'd like that," said Gomez.
"Well," mumbled Fester, "I would have, but this one was my favourite."
"Children," Morticia addressed her offspring, "I'm sure you didn't mean to blow up your Uncle's favourite lightbulb, but you should apologise."
"I'm sorry Uncle Fester," said Wednesday to Fester.
"Me too," agreed Pugsley.
"Well children," said Gomez, "you'll have to do some chores for Fester to pay him back for his lightbulb."
"But," started the children.
"No 'buts'," Morticia held a hand up, "you listen to your father."
"All right Mother," replied Wednesday.
"Yes Mother," resigned Pugsley.
Fester harrumphed.
"Children, why don't you go and help Uncle Fester put a new coat of wax on his head," suggested Gomez.
"Oh, that would be nice," said Fester, "it is starting to go a bit dull."
The children hung their heads as they followed Fester back into the main part of the house.

"I thought you handled that admirably Tish," Gomez told her.
"As did you, Bubele."
"Tish!" exclaimed Gomez.
She smiled at him, offering a hand.
"It's later," he said as he began to caress her fingertips.
"Oui," replied Morticia.
"Tish, that's French!"