It was late that night, and Morticia awoke, in a panic. She couldn't recall the nightmare she had just had. Inadvertantly, she took a deep breath in, upset.

Gomez jolted awake and held her. "Tish, what's the matter?" He asked.

"I don't know, darling." Morticia told him, honestly. "I can't remember but I just have this feeling..."

"What feeling?" He asked.

"I feel like something terrible is about to happen." Morticia confessed.

Gomez stroked her hair. "Don't worry, carita. Nothing is going to happen."

"Gomez, I think it has something to do with Pugsley."

"It's alright." He kissed her head. "You're just a bit rattled from our recent conversation, my darling. I promise you, I won't let anything happen to you or our son."

Morticia closed her eyes. However, she couldn't sleep. It wasn't that she didn't feel safe, no. It was that she didn't trust that woman... but maybe she was being too overprotective.

"Come on, cara mia, try to get some sleep now." Gomez leaned back, not letting go of his passion flower.

"I can't, not with everything on my mind." Morticia sighed. "But, my not being able to fall asleep shouldn't have to keep you awake."

"Nonsense, if you're going to stay awake, I'll stay awake with you." Gomez said and put his arm around her.

She rested her head on his shoulder and moved closer to him. "Darling, you don't have to do that."

"Yes, Morticia, I do. Now, I have a suggestion." He turned towards her.

"What?" Morticia did the same and turned towards him.

"How about we play a game? Surely after what I have in mind, we'll be both tired and sore."

Morticia smiled, and in a sultry, sarcatic tone replied: "And here I thought we were going to sit down to a game of chess."

Gomez chuckled and got on top of her. "Well, that will make you tired and bored. I know that I'd rather be making love to you than doing anything else."

"Then prenez-moi, mon amour." Morticia replied and captured his lips.

The two soon were screaming eachother's names into the night. And as much as Morticia was enjoying it, she couldn't shake her feelings about Pugsley... or the nagging feeling he had done something wrong.

That morning, Morticia was drinking her henbane tea at the kitchen table, fully dressed -as she and Gomez had woken up later than usual- and sitting next to her husband while Máma prepared lunch.

Pubert had wanted to help and was now doing different minial tasks like fetching th golfer's tale or boiling the newts' eyes, but he was so proud of himself.

Pugsley then proudly walked into the kitchen, dressed and ready for the day.

"Good morning, son." Gomez greeted him.

"Father, mother, I have exciting news for you." He said and sat across from them at the table.

"So ya got rid of it last night?" Máma asked.

"Got rid of what?" A confused Pugsley asked.

"Máma." Morticia scolded.

"Nothing." Máma shook her head.

Pugsley shrugged this off and continued. "Something impossible, a miracle, really."

Máma pipee up again. "The rash?"

"It's gone?" Pubert asked.

Pugsley shook his head. "Good guess, but that's old news." He then took his mother's hand and looked his parents in the eyes. "Mother, father..." He took a deep breath. "I'm engaged!"

Morticia's heart sank and she felt like she was going to fall over or throw up, or both.

Gomez's eyes quadropled in size. "What?"

"I'm engaged. I asked Alison to marry me last night."

"Darling, don't you think this is a bit too fast?" Morticia asked.

Alison then walked into the kitchen and put a hand on Morticia's shoulder, which was seemingly meant to be gentle, but didn't feel that way.

"When it's love, it's love." Alison replied and walked over to Pugsley, linking her arm in his and holding his hand.

Morticia could still feel Alison's touch and hated it. "Alison, you're awake." She remarked.

"Yes, and I had a wonderful sleep last night, smiling all through it."

Morticia and Gomez shared and alarmed glance.

"Alison, we need to our son in private for a moment, please." Gomez said.

"No, father. Anything you have to say, you can say to the both of us." Pugsley replied.

"Yes, I promise I won't take offense." Alison told them.

"It isn't that." Morticia said. "Trust me, Alison, when I say that my concern is my son and my son only. Please, let us speak to him privately." It wasn't like her to be so prickly, but she wasn't just a lady of elegance, darkness and class, she was a mother, and a mother first.

Alison nodded. "Okay... yea, I have to go shopping for a dress anyway. Oh, and a veil and some jewelry..." Her voice trailed off. She turned to Pugsley and planted a kiss on his lips. "Goodbye, dear. I'll see you later." She left then, leaving the family to talk.

"I think we'll leave you three alone." Máma then took Pubert and they exited.

"Pugsley, we need to talk."

Pugsley nodded and sat down. "Mother, I know you and father don't approve. But, if it's her age, that should be something you can overlook."

"No, Pugsley, dear. It isn't just her age. She's quite rude, and her sense of style is atrocious. Now all that, all that I can overlook. But Pugsley, she has you under a spell. You're like a dog around her, dear. She acts like some sort of a strict boarding school teacher who had too much to drink." Morticia confessed.

"Can"t you see that we're perfect for eachother?" Pugsley asked, hurt.

"No." Morticia stated.

Pugsley stood. "For God's sake, why can't you both just be happy for me? Ya know, just because people can't be like you, mother doesn't mean their bad! So what if she likes pastels and so what if she's a year or two older than you are! I love her!"

Gomez, infuriated, slammed his hands on the table and stood.

Morticia put a hand on his forearm, in an effort to silently remind him to watch his temper.

"Are you even hearing yourself, Pugsley?" He yelled. "Pugsley, what did I make you promise me before we met Alison? What did I make you promise me?"

Pugsley mumbled.

"Look me in the eyes and say it." Gomez waited. "Now."

Pugsley looked his father in the eyes. "I promised you I wouldn't do what Uncle Fester did, and jump into something too fast with someone who isn't right for me."

Gomez was even more outraged. "Exactly! Damn it, Pugsley! I gave you that tie because I trusted you! I will not let you make the same mistake that your Uncle did! It almost cost him everything, do you understand me? I will be damned if I am going to lose you to this woman! How could you be so naive? God, Pugsley, how could you do this? Do you realize that this woman could make you a responsible, productive member of society?"

"That woman's name is Alison!" Pugsley shouted back.

"Are you even listening to me?" Gomez shouted.

"Well, father, what if I want to be a responsible, productive member of society? Hmm, is that so wrong?"

Those words immideatley broke Morticia's heart. "Pugsley, go to your room." She commanded, fighting back tears.

"Mother, I'm not a child anymore-"

"To. Your. Room. Right this moment!" She yelled. She didn't even know she could yell like that.

Without another word, likely in shock, Pugsley marched upstairs to his bedroom.

Gomez sat back down and looked at his wife.

Morticia's dam cracked a d her tears flowed out. "Oh, Gomez! Where have we failed that boy?" She cried.

"Tish, please, please don't cry." He held her and she cried into his shoulder.

"Gomez," she wept. "Darling, what are we going to do? He's eighteen now. Legally..." She couldn't bare to say it.

Gomez shook his head. "No. Screw the law, over my decaying corpse will he marry that woman."