Author's Note: Here we are at the final chapter. I hope you've all enjoyed this little story. Reviews are always welcome!
Disclaimer: I do not own the Addams Family in any of it's forms.
Gomez was practicing his Zen Yogi by attempting to balance on his head on the stair rail -and finding it rather complicated as he kept sliding down it and coming dangerously close to breaking his neck- when the doorbell rang. He flipped over and slid down the bannister, flying off the end, and dashing to answer the door.
He swung it open grandly and grinned at his guest, "Hello! Excuse my appearance, I was just practicing my Zen Yogi. Usually I'd have my butler answer the door, but he and the rest of my family went out toadstool gathering."
"Yeah, okay," the man at the door glanced sideways, not really caring about Gomez's spiel. "I need you to sign for this."
Gomez did so, and took the large box from the man, pushing the door closed behind him with a swing of the hips. He brought the box through the foyer and placed it on a large table. The label confirmed his suspicion that it was a boxful of spiders.
"Gomez, darling," Morticia stood at the top of the stairs. "Wonderful news-"
"I know, Wednesday's spiders have arrived!" Gomez grinned up at his wife. "The little tyke will be so happy now!"
"Oh, that's lovely, dear," she joined him at the bottom of the stairs.
The front door swung open loudly.
"Mother, Father, we're home!" their son announced.
The boy was tugging both his, and his sister's, toadstool pouches behind him.
"We picked so many toadstools, Father," Wednesday told him, jumping into the man's arms.
Uncle Fester's face was dropping as he entered the room, and held out his own toadstool pouch, "The children run too fast, they got all the good ones. I only found one."
"Now, now, Uncle Fester," Morticia reprimanded. "You've had years of fun finding toadstools, you must let the children catch up."
"Fester, you're just slow," Grandmama teased, as she and Lurch entered the room, their pouches full to the brim. "We have more than enough toadstools here to last us a year!"
Gomez turned his attention to the girl in his arms, "Wednesday guess what arrived today!"
"My little sister!" Wednesday shouted, bouncing out of her father's arms and looking around.
"Right, your spid-," Gomez's eyes widened. "Little sister?"
Wednesday nodded.
"Wednesday, I'm sorry," Gomez gave his daughter an apologetic look. "Your mother distracted me, and I neglected to talk about it with her. I'd forgotten until this moment."
"But," Wednesday stuck out her lower lip. "I've been waiting for ever."
"I know, I'm sorry," Gomez stroked down her hair. "But you have a dozen, purebred spiders to play with."
Wednesday wiggled out of her father's arms and back onto the floor, "Thank you father."
Pugsley coughed into a closed fist, "Wednesday, I believe you owe me something."
"Right, the guillotine," Wednesday started up the stairs, head bowed. "I'll get it for you."
Morticia looked sadly after her daughter, and then took her husband's arm, "Gomez, darling, may I speak with you in the conservatory?"
"Gomez, did Wednesday ask you for a little sister?"
Gomez nodded, "Yes, she did, but you were so ravishing that night, the thought completely slipped my mind. She asked you too, but she told me you didn't understand her hints, and ordered those spiders instead."
Morticia placed a hand on her lips, "Oh, dear. That was almost seven months ago. Poor Wednesday, she waited so patiently too."
"Now we'll have to tell her there's going to be no baby," Gomez said, turning to leave.
"Darling, wait," Morticia caught his arm. "I never said there was to be no baby."
He turned back, "You mean, you're willing to try and have another child?"
"We don't need to try, dear," Morticia said softly. "I was trying to tell you before."
Gomez's face broke into a grin, "You mean-?"
She nodded, gently kissing him before heading out of the conservatory, "Come on darling, we'd better let Wednesday she'll have to wait a little longer, but a new baby is on the way."
The rest of the family were still standing at the bottom of the stairs, Wednesday sitting on the last step sulking and Pugsley played with her guillotine.
"Everyone, we have an announcement to make," Gomez began.
Morticia turned to Wednesday, "As it happens dear, there will be a new baby here soon. In about eight months or so."
"Really?" Wednesday perked up, jumping to her feet. "A little sister?"
"Well, maybe," Morticia smiled. "It may be a boy, you know."
"Can we name it after me if it is?" Pugsley asked. "I think Pugsley is a very good name and everyone should have it."
"No," Wednesday disagreed. "If they're going to name a baby after anybody, it's going to be called Wednesday Junior. It's the perfect name."
"Darlings," Morticia interrupted. "Let's wait until it's born before we go jumping ahead with names."
"Pugsley," Wednesday leaned toward her brother slyly. "I think you owe me some explosive marbles."