The quiet laughter mingled with the melodious pounding of rain and hail. Through the small cracked window, Gomez and Morticia gleefully watched their children run around the cemetery with Uncle Fester. The attic always was the perfect spot during a storm.

"What little darlings," Morticia cooed.

"Perhaps we should join them," Gomez suggested. He slid his arm around her waist, pulling her closer to his side.

She looked thoughtfully out the window. "It does look like fun…"

"There's nothing like a good romp cemetery -" A flash of lightning suddenly lit up the sky, illuminating for Gomez both Morticia's necklace and eyes. "During a thunderstorm," he finished, his eyes now glaringly drawn to her. He moved his hand down to rest on her hip. The smell of rain and shampoo was beginning to fill his senses.

"Or the attic," Morticia slowly turned her lustrous gaze towards him.

"Cara mia." He flung his cigar to free his other hand. In one swift motion he was bent over her, her weight entirely in his arms and her hair nearly touching the floor.

"Mon cher," she responded sensuously. As Gomez started to lovingly attack her neck and chest, a vibrant zipping noise screeched throughout the house. "Ah, the mail's in," Morticia nonchalantly announced. But Gomez, now oblivious to everything around them, continued his ministrations.

A few minutes later they were interrupted by another noise, this time a voice. "There you two are! I've been looking all over for you," the voice exclaimed. The couple looked up to see Mama waving a small envelope and panting. "Lurch is getting married!"

"Our Lurch?" Gomez asked.

Mama nodded her head, obviously proud to be the first to tell them. "Our Lurch."

Intrigued, the couple disengaged from one another. "But why? Where? When?" Morticia enquired.

"And to whom?" Gomez pitched in.

"Soon! She's – "

"Ughhh," a low groan from the doorway broke Mama's excitement.

"Uh – oh."

Lurch marched up to the small woman. "My. Letter. Please." A large hand extended out.

Noticing the stern look on Gomez and Morticia's face, she placed the letter in his hand. "Here you go," she spoke haughtily. "Don't expect any love dust from me when your betrothed arrives."

"Mama, you shouldn't be reading Lurch's mail without his consent." Morticia scolded.

"If you'd have seen how badly he was shaking, you'd have read it too!" she retorted.

"She's that beautiful, hey old man?" Gomez grinned. Lurch groaned and shook his head, then handed the letter to Gomez. He took it out of the envelope and began scanning its contents.

"What's it say, darling?"

"It's from Lurch's mama… she's found him a wife and has referred her to come visit… the young lady will be here… tomorrow."

"Tomorrow?!"

"That's what it says here."

"Are you sure?" Morticia sidled up closer to get a glimpse.

Gomez took out his spectacles to double check. "My mistake my dear. She'll be here in," he glanced at the clock before looking at his pocket watch, "exactly three hours and forty-one minutes." Lurch, who was sitting on an old porch swing, moaned loudly, his hands nervously rubbing his knees.

"Don't you want to get married, Lurch? I'm sure she's a lovely girl," Morticia said gently. He looked up at her and stubbornly shook his head. "But marriage is a wonderful thing, isn't it darling?"

"Indeed, it is Querida. Lurch, if I hadn't married Mrs. Addams I'd be… well I'd be single - an old bachelor until the day I died."

"Darling," she tenderly patted his cheek.

"It's true, cara." Gomez gave her a quick peck on her hand before continuing. "Lurch, marriage will do you good - if it's to the right woman of course."

"And Lurch, while she's here you'll be discharged of all your butler duties. Mr. Addams and I don't mind." She looked at him encouragingly.

"You don't want to be a playboy forever. Just look at Cousin Itt going from woman to woman, not knowing who's who. As a matter of fact, I bet most of those women don't even know what he looks like under all that hair."

"Darling, you don't even know what he looks like underneath all his hair."

"What can I say," Gomez shrugged, "Cousin Itt's a man of mystery."

"Come, Lurch," Morticia held out her hand. "Why don't you help me tidy up the guest room – it'll get your mind off things. Mama can prepare tonight and tomorrow night's menu, and Mr. Addams will find you the right attire to wear for the evening."

Lurch gave another low moan.

"Don't worry dear, Mr. Addams has impeccable taste. Come, come." She flashed a warm, inviting smile.