In the morning, Morticia was wrapped in the black satin bedshets. Gomez was dressed now and watched her awaken. He loved to watch her beautiful, blue eyes flutter open. "Morticia, how did you sleep?"

"Beautifully, darling." Morticia glanced at the clock. "You're up early."

"Well, darling-"

There was a knock on their bedroom door.

Gomez sighed, wanting to be only with her for as long as possible. "Who is it?" He asked.

"It's... Lurch, sir." Lurch groaned.

"Oh. Yes, Lurch?" Gomez asked.

"Visitor." He held out the word.

"Tell them we'll be right down!" Gomez called to his butler.

Lurch groaned and walked downstairs.

Gomez stroked his wife's cheek, she was very tired, she had fallen back asleep.

Morticia awoke. "Yes, Gomez, darling?"

"We have a visitor."

In a half and hour, Gomez and Morticia were downstairs, in their usual attire. There, they found Uncle Fester, sitting on the couch.

Uncle Fester lept up and ran to his neice and nephew. "Morticia, Gomez! Thank goodness, I just gotta talk to you!"

"Uncle Fester, what's wrong? You look like you didn't sleep at all last night." Morticia's voice had a concerned edge.

"That's because I didn't." Unle Fester told the pair. "I found out that the new owner of my apartment building is threatening to evict me!"

"Why would he do a thing like that?" Morticia asked.

"Because I was shooting off my dynamite caps! But I made sure to have them sound proofed. I had my cannon soundproofed too. But he doen't care! And now I bought a pet aligator, Swampy. He says if I don't get rid of all of it by tomorrow, he'll throw me out!"

Morticia looked at her husband. "Gomez, may I speak with you for a moment?"

"Of course, my dear." Gomez turned to Uncle Fester. "Excuse us."

Gomez and Morticia then walked to Morticia's hothouse.

"Gomez, why don't we invite Uncle Fester to come and live with us? We have more than enough bedrooms."

"Tish, that's a wonderful idea!" Gomez exclaimed, quietly. "You are, so ingenious."

"Well, of course. After all, I married you, didn't I?"

Gomez kissed her neck and they walked back out to the living room.

"Uncle Fester, that landlord has been giving you a hard time for the past year now, hasn't he?" Morticia asked.

"Yea." Uncle Fester confessed.

Gomez smiled. "There's one way can't anymore, ever again."

"You're right, Gomez!" Uncle Fester jumped up and pulled out his gun. "I'll shoot him in the back!"

"No!" Gomez and Morticia yelled.

"No, old boy! Come and live with us!" Gomez explained.

"Oh, I just couldn't impose."

"Nonsense, Uncle Fester! You wouldn't be imposing on us, you're family." Morticia told him.

"Okay. But just for a little while." Uncle Fester said.

"Take as long as you need, our house is your house." Gomez said.

Uncle Fester embraced the both of them. "Great, I'll go get Swampy and tell him the good news!" He then ran out of the house, to be back shortly.

Morticia and Gomez sat on the couch, holding eachother and watching a new Tv horror movie, "The Dawn of the Screaming 2". It was part tear-jerker, part horror film. But to Gomez and Morticia, it was the funiest thing in the world.

Morticia turned the volume down at the commercials. "Darling, thank you."

"For what?" He asked.

"For being the best man I could have the pleasure to fall into eternal love with."

"Oh, Tish. And you're the best woman." He told her.

Morticia leaned over him, in his arms. "You were right."

"I was?"

"Reversed ways are the best... at least for us."

Gomez then stole a kiss from his beautiful, eternal lover and soulmate.