Chapter 2

They had every intention of keeping Morticia's pregnancy only between the two of them as agreed, but the idea went flying out of the window not a full week later when Morticia woke up very early in the morning to violent nausea. She darted out of the bed and headed for the bathroom quicker than Gomez ever saw her moving and not a few seconds later he heard the unmistakable sound of her throwing up.

That was two days ago and Morticia spent nearly all that time either sick in the bathroom or lying in bed as she could barely rise without her stomach churning. She also declined any food, because she couldn't keep anything down and, needless to say, Eudora Addams was instantly suspicious.

Gomez thought today's morning started quite promising as he woke up before his wife and very slowly, not to disturb her sleep, got out of the bed and headed to the bathroom to perform, what Morticia often jestingly referred to as his 'morning ablutions' - because she thought he executed almost religious care when it came to his look and she found it hilarious that she often was quicker at getting ready than her beloved husband.

He barely had an opportunity to mix his shaving cream in the bowl when the door to the bathroom opened quite violently and he was unceremoniously pushed aside by his wife and she promptly vomited into the sink. Standing next to her bent form he moved her hair gently out of the way, holding it in his fist until her heaving has ceased.

"Good morning, darling," he greeted and she smirked, despite herself, at his deadpan manner and watched him open the tap, filling the glass with water and handed it to her.

"Thank you," she said, taking the water from him and promptly rinsing her mouth with it."I couldn't make it any further than the sink."

"If it'll make you feel any better, your pallor looks even more stunning than usual," he complimented, placing a soft kiss to her temple.

"You're an incurable charmer, mon cher," she smiled at him and leaned against the marble basin vanity top, resting the palm of her hand on her stomach. She was sick so often for the past two days her muscles were getting sore. She was starting to wonder what on earth was she even vomiting when she barely had anything to eat, she couldn't keep anything down except tea and water.

"You're going to be sick again?"

"No…," she replied uncertainly, narrowing her eyes slightly."Maybe… no, I don't think so."

He smiled at her sympathetically and reached out to brush the strand of her raven tresses behind her ear and she smiled, touched by his tender gesture.

"Why don't you go back to bed and I'll bring you some coffee and - " he offered but before he could finish the sentence, Morticia bent over the sink and vomited again. "Alright, no coffee...tea then?"

Gomez Addams was pleased to notice that, judging by the silence, everyone in the house seemed to be still asleep. Nevertheless, in case they weren't, he skillfully sneaked unnoticed into the kitchen to make his wife a cup of tea. Over the course of his marriage, his wife made it a priority to teach him how to brew a proper cup of tea - although he always preferred coffee - his wife always followed her morning coffee with a cup of strong henbane tea. Except nowadays coffee was apparently out of the question because even the mention of the black beverage was making her sick. Nevertheless, Gomez Addams considered himself now to be proudly domesticated with his skill of brewing a half-decent cup of tea.

"Morning, daddy."

He was so convinced there was no one in the kitchen, he almost jumped out of his skin at the sound of his daughter's voice and the very thought was enough to embarrass him to death.

"What on earth are you doing up at six o'clock on a Sunday morning?" he asked in an attempt to cover up the fact that she startled the hell out of him, but then narrowed his eyes thoughtfully and added: "Good morning."

"Did I give you a fright?" Ivy teased and grinned when her father let out an outraged huff."You're awfully jumpy today."

"No one gives a fright to Gomez Addams," he countered passionately."It's Gomez Addams who gives frights."

"Indeed," his mother's voice reverberated behind him and he almost let out a terrified girlish squeal before turning to Eudora Addams with an annoyed glare."Good morning, dear, aren't we jumpy today?" she added with a mean smirk.

"Not funny, mama," he muttered.

"Really? I find it hilarious, how devastating that you don't appreciate my sense of humour," she deadpanned as she passed next to him."Good morning, dear," she addressed Ivy and they both grinned at each other at Gomez's expense and she went straight to the stove to put the coffee pot on.

"Morning, grandmama," she replied, shovelling another spoon of her cereals into her mouth.

"Why are you two up so early?" Gomez inquired, quite annoyed that there was now no way he could sneak his wife's tea upstairs without anyone noticing.

"Sale day," they replied in unison.

"Again?" he asked in confusion."Haven't you all went to the sale just recently? What the hell are you eating?" he added pointing to the colourful shapes in her breakfast bowl.

"Daddy that was in January, we are in March now," Ivy reminded him with a grin before adding happily."Breakfast cereals, they're called Lucky Charms - they have more sugar in them than granny's fudge!"

"You're disgusting," he teased, shaking his head good-naturedly but his daughter just grinned at him and happily shoved another spoon into her mouth. He went over to the kitchen cabinet and picked the can with dried henbane leaves and could practically feel his mother's curious glance on him.

"Tea, Gomez?" she asked sardonically."Since when do you drink tea in the morning?"

"That's not for me, it's for Morticia," he replied nonchalantly.

"Oh, is she still not feeling well?" she asked with such a faux tentativeness Gomez was barely able to resist not to laugh but he only grunted noncommittally in reply, just for the hell of it."Was she sick again?" his mother prodded, taking the tea can from him.

"Yeah, a bit," he replied equivocally and bit his cheeks in an attempt not to blatantly smirk at his mother's curiosity.

"Oh, poor dear," Eudora clicked her tongue sympathetically and went over back to the stove to put the kettle on for the tea."Why don't you go back upstairs and I will prepare the tea for her."

"I can do it - "

"No, no, no," she waved her hand dismissively and practically pushed him towards the stairs. "You go look after your wife, I'll take care of the tea."

"But...what about your shopping escapade?" he pointed out with only a drop of mockery.

"Oh shoosh, go back upstairs and I'll be right there with the tea," she pushed him up the stairs before turning abruptly towards Ivy with a big grin on her face and clasped her hands together, making her many bracelets jingle jovially.

Ivy frowned at her and swallowed her food before regarding her grandmama suspiciously.

"Grandmama, are you ok?" she asked warily.

"Splendid, why?"

"Because you're grinning at me like that homicidal maniac from The Shining."

"How are you feeling?" Gomez asked as he opened the bedroom door to find his wife curled in the bed with an open book. Obviously, she didn't feel well enough to go back to sleep.

"Oh, absolutely dreadful," she replied happily, smiling at him as he kneeled next to the bed on the floor and slipped his hand gently into hers.

"Mama has been giving me pointed looks for two days and now insisted on preparing your tea," he warned her, placing gentle kisses along her arm. "I think the tarantula is pretty much out of the bag."

She laughed gently at his words and put the book aside on the bedside table.

"Well, I don't think we'd be able to hide it for much longer anyway."

As if on a cue, the soft knock reverberated through the room and slowly the door creaked open revealing Eudora Addams with Lurch behind her carrying a silver tray with steaming pot, a matching cup and a burned toast placed neatly on a plate.

"I made you some henbane and ginger tea, it will help settle your stomach," Eudora said and smiled gently at her daughter-in-law. In the two days since her sickness started, Morticia looked paler than Eudora has ever seen her and that's saying something - and that something might be really something dreadfully marvellous if her suspicions were correct.

"Thank you, mama," Morticia said, smiling at her gratefully.

"Gomez, help her up," Eudora said and motioned for Lurch to place the tray on the bedside table. "Thank you Lurch, you may go, I shall take care of the rest."

The butler grunted politely and left the room.

Eudora sat gently on the bed next to Morticia and handed her the steaming cup.

"Sip it very slowly, so it won't upset your stomach," she advised and Morticia nodded gently.

Morticia took one small sip testing her reaction to the hot beverage, it was pleasantly bitter and slightly spicy and she felt it settle gently in her stomach.

"It really does help,"she said somewhat surprised."Thank you."

"It's a tried and tested recipe," Eudora explained. "It helped me when I was expecting this devil here," she added fondly nodding her head towards Gomez who was standing next to the window an unmistakable grin on his face.

"I was wondering how long would it take you to get to the point," he said with a laugh sliding his hands into his trousers pockets.

"So it's true then?" Eudora looked at Morticia eagerly for confirmation, clasping her hands in front of her.

"Yes, mama," Morticia said with a happy smile."We're having a baby."

"Oh!" Eudora gasped and covered her mouth with her right hand briefly before leaning forward and placing a gentle kiss on Morticia's forehead. "I'm so happy, my darlings," she added and turned to Gomez pulling him into a hug.

And suddenly they heard a strangled sniff.

"Oh, mama," Gomez said affectionately wrapping his arms around her small body. "Don't cry."

"I can't help it, I'm just so happy for you," she mumbled into his chest before l lifting her head from his chest and turning slowly to Morticia."I was worried that maybe...but it's not…," she waved her hand dismissively, her voice cracking with emotions. She went to Morticia and wrapped her arms around her, kissing the side of her head affectionately.

Morticia smiled at the gesture but suddenly felt her stomach flip.

"Mama," she said in a warning.

"Yes, dear?"

"I'm afraid I'm going to be sick again…"

Eudora watched stunned as her ever graceful daughter-in-law darted from the bed like a bat from hell towards the bathroom and few seconds later they heard unmistakable sounds of vomiting.

"Oh my, he really is giving her a hard time," she said wincing sympathetically.

Gomez nodded, already pouring a fresh glass of water for Morticia when he suddenly faltered at his mother's words.

"He?" he asked turning to her questioningly.

His mother nodded confidently.

"That,"she said pointing her index finger in the general direction of the bathroom."Is definitely an Addams."

A/N: Thank you for reading!