CHAPTER 1
Morticia woke up early. So early that Thing is not even awake. Instead of returning back to sleep, Morticia just lay upright on the bed letting the time go by and waiting for Gomez to be awake.
After a few moments, her beloved husband was still not awake so she decided to go down the stairs to make her a tea, instead. While putting on her robe, she took a slight look at her husband. Then suddenly, a thought brush over her.
What if I don't have my Gomez in my life?
But she put aside the thought and proceeded downstairs. As she passed the grandfather's clock, she noticed the time – 6:30 am.
No wonder everyone is still asleep, she thought.
After she poured tea in her teacup, Morticia went back upstairs to her bedroom. She was half expecting that Gomez is now awake. However, she knew better. Therefore, when she opened their bedroom door, it did not surprise her that her beloved husband is still sleeping peacefully.
Morticia, not trying hard to move quietly, settled to a wicker chair by the window. She was just staring outside and sipping her tea little by little.
Even in her deepest thoughts, Morticia is still aware in her surroundings; therefore, she can feel Gomez creeping slowly to her back. She knew exactly what he is going to do. So, she just kept on staring outside, not moving.
Gomez, on the other hand, is easily teased on the way his wife was poised. Her back is so curved forward that you can trace a capital 'S' on it. Every time he sees her like that, he quivers inside, making him want to kiss his wife.
He really tries hard to be quiet, but he knew that his Morticia can sense him all right. When he is one foot away from her, he leaned forward to kiss the most ticklish part of her body – her pale neck.
Every thing happened so fast. He kissed Morticia's neck very quickly that made her startled and she stood up. Then she started to fall from her chair. With a flourish move of him, she landed on his arms with her own arms around his neck.
The kiss on the neck really startled Morticia. It is true that she can sense every thing around her, but she got surprised because after all those years she was married to Gomez, it is the first time he kissed her neck. He normally would just kiss her shoulder or any part near but not her neck. She knew that he perfectly knows that she is very ticklish in that part.
Still on the smiling slyly Gomez's arms, she stared at him. Her face was between puzzled and adoration.
"Why did you kissed me there?" asked her. "You know I get tickled easily on that part. And this is the first time since we married each other that you've done that… or have you forgotten that?"
"Cara Mia," replied him still smiling. He touched her face lovingly before answering. "Of course I know that. I think I know all about you. I just wanted to try something new. And I just wanted to hold you this way."
She laughed teasingly. "Mon Cher, why didn't you just say so? Even without kissing me on the neck, you can still hold me this way."
"I am sorry my dearest," he said wearing a hurt puppy look. "I won't do it again."
"Oh, do not apologize Gomez, dear. I do not really hate it. In fact… I, should I say, love it," she said feeling the support of him on her slender body. Then she smiled at him to take away his hurt puppy look and said in a low, icy voice, "Mon Cher."
"Cara Mia," he replied smiling also. Then slowly, he inched closer to her. Their lips met. They kissed as if they are hungry for each other.
"Is it morning again?" whined Wednesday when she woke up. Still sleepy, she went to the bathroom to do her morning shower.
I hope Father will not make me take care for Pubert tonight, she thought.
Unlike her mother, Wednesday is not a morning person. She prefers to sleep until breakfast than to wake up early, have a tea and stare outside or if not, worry. However, even thought she does love to sleep, she is like Morticia in some way. When they wake up, they are in a very good mood.
After she dried off, Wednesday used her robe like Morticia's to cover her pale body then she proceeded to her room to change.
After she had put on one of her elegant black dress, she went downstairs to join the other members of the family for breakfast.
As she walks into the dining room, she saw her father, who is holding her mother's hand, smiling at her… and she knew exactly why. It is because he says that she looks and acts like her mother. She contradicts this observation, because for her, she is not beautiful, how much more as beautiful as Morticia?
Wednesday parted her lips for a smile but not quite. She slid to the chair next to Morticia's chair then she looked around the table. She noticed that her brothers, Pugsley and Pubert were not with them. She knew why Pugsley was missing; it is because he is supposed to steal the stop sign on the main road. This has been his morning tradition ever since he learned to walk. However, she was puzzled why Pubert was missing… and so was Morticia.
"Wednesday, do you know where Pubert is?" asked her mother.
"I would also like to ask you that, Mother. But no, I haven't seen him," replied Wednesday.
Minutes later, as Fester, who is now married to Dementia, was telling them that the hunting the night before was not good; Pugsley AND Pubert entered the dining room through the kitchen door. Pugsley was holding a traffic light while Pubert was holding a stop sign.
The sight surprised Morticia, Gomez, and Wednesday. First, Pubert was with Pugsley. Second, there was the traffic light. Before anyone can say a word, the air was filled with tremendous crash – it was the cars on the road! Morticia and Gomez's thoughts flew out the window when they heard the immense sound. Gomez was so happy that he cart wheeled around the room to his two sons. When he reached the boys, he hugged each of them tight. Morticia on the other hand, kept her poise, stood up carefully, and walked to her sons.
"That was magnificent!" Morticia said. "I was deeply worried when you were missing Pubert. I thought you two could give a good excuse for that, and you had! Now boys, I want you two to do that again tomorrow and the following days. Understand? It is your ritual. Now go on, play with your breakfast."
"Yes, Mother," Pugsley said.
"Thank you, Mother," Pubert said.
"Fester," called Gomez as the children walked to the table. "Are you and Dementia going anywhere tonight?"
"Well," started Fester. "We are going to hunt again tonight –"
"Can you cancel it?" asked Gomez.
"Why should they cancel it Gomez?" asked Morticia who has been listening to them since their talk started.
"Well, I am planning to take you away tonight, Tish" he replied.
"Oh, I do understand, darling. But there is Pubert. He has to be –" the index finger of him on her lips cut her off.
"That is why I am asking Fester and Dementia –" he started but it was Morticia's turn to interrupt him.
"No Gomez. They are not Nanny. And besides, I enjoy letting Pubert sleep," she said.
"Dementia used to be," he muttered but she heard him.
"Yes, she used to be. But not now," she said carefully. "And as I've said, I do enjoy putting Pubert to sleep."
"But it is me who does not enjoy not being able to go out with you," countered him but not too forceful for his wife.
"And what about our little Pubert?" she asked.
"What about Wednesday, Tish?" he suggested.
Morticia laughed softly. "Gomez Alonzo Addams. Where did you get that idea? Absolutely not! Wednesday will loathe you. Perhaps I will put Pubert to sleep first then we'd go out?"
"As long as we will go out," replied Gomez.
"Of course, Dear," she said as she watched Gomez head to the conservatory. Then she made herself another cup of tea and went upstairs to their room.
