*Author's note* So there is no confusion, this chapter begins a few minutes before the last one ended.

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Gomez was waiting patiently at the front door. He had arrived earlier than he expected, and still had a few minutes to wait before Morticia's arrival. Lurch had been more than helpful, and was outside waiting for Gomez and Morticia to get into the car. Although she still had time, Gomez was growing anxious as he stared at his pocket watch.

"There you are, darling husband." Ophelia's voice tore at Gomez's ears. He turned around to see an already intoxicated Ophelia take another drink of glowing purple liquid. Although he purposefully avoided looking at Ophelia, he couldn't help but notice that her Daisies seemed sick. The delicate white petals seemed droopy, Gomez figured their sudden change was the result of Ophelia's drinking. His unusual attention was quickly commented on by his smashed wife.

"Why, Gomez, are you having wicked thoughts?"

She clumsily walked towards him, brushing her golden braids out of her face. Her attempt to be alluring repulsed Gomez, making him stretch out his arms to keep her away.

"Ophelia, stop."

Ignoring him, she grabbed his hands and pulled him to her with her incredible strength.

"Ophelia!"

Her hands were roaming all over his body, the sensation causing a pit to form in Gomez's stomach. Every time he tried to move away, she grabbed hold with a new fierceness. Finally annoyed with his continuous squirming, Ophelia took hold of him and flipped him over, just as she had done countless times in their short marriage. As Gomez's skull hit the hard floor, a searing pain blinded him and numbed his senses. His vulnerability was a beacon to Ophelia's predatory senses, and she swiftly attacked.

Slender legs straddled his torso, giving her a new vantage point. Gomez laid dazed beneath her unable to overthrow her surprisingly heavy body. As he started to regain control of his arms, Ophelia pinned them above his head. She was in full control even in her inebriated state.

"My dear Gomez, darling husband."

Her chipper voice stabbed at each of his nerves, igniting a new wave of pain in his aching head.

"Drink to me only with thine lips."

He remembered that she had said that to him the first time she dipped him and forced her mouth upon his. The horrid memory was overshadowed by his hellish reality. Ophelia was kissing him aggressively, gnawing at his lips with clueless desperation. Gomez was fighting with his eyelids to stay open long enough to maneuver from underneath her, but he was so dizzy they kept closing.

While he was debilitated and being mauled by his aggressively zealous wife, Morticia appeared at the top of the stairs. Gomez was in such physical incapacitation that he didn't notice the arrival of his true love. While he struggled to regain control of his body, Morticia began to lose control of hers. She was frozen as she saw her sister kissing and touching her beloved. Tears began to fill her eyes and nausea washed over her as she realized that she was the intruder. They were married, their intimacy was expected. Morticia was a forbidden fruit, the unattainable desire that would always glow with the flame of curiosity in Gomez's married mind. She hadn't wanted to believe that their love was anything but pure, yet now she was shown where she belonged. Her hand flew to cover her mouth trying to stop the contents of her stomach from expelling from her tormented form.

Morticia was forced to look away as Ophelia brought Gomez's hand to her breast. It was too much to bear, once again she questioned everything she knew about love. She had run down the hall so quickly she made herself light headed. Her fingers grasped at the wall searching for some sort of stability as her head continued to spin uncontrollably. She didn't question whether he loved her, she just questioned why and that seemed too much for her mind to handle.

"My darling!"

It took a moment for her to register whose voice was speaking to her, she wanted it to be Gomez so badly that she did not allow anyone else to come to mind. Arms wrapped around her body offering warmth and protection from the emptiness of the hall. A gentle hand caressed her cheek, its thumb tenderly brushed across her quivering lips. The intimate touch urged her to look up to the face of her guardian, so she did. Grey eyes smiled down at her as she finally met her husband's gaze.

"Morticia my pet, whatever is the matter?"

A single tear escaped her sapphire eyes as she tried to think of an explanation, Balthazar was quick to wipe it away. Morticia remained silent, nothing escaping her mouth but gasps for air.

"Shh, calm down dearest. You've just had an exciting day. You are alright."

They sat in the hall, Balthazar softly instructing Morticia to take deep breaths. Gradually, her anxiety calmed. The burning sensation in her lungs was beginning to dissipate, yet the weight on her heart remained.

"There, there my love. It is all over now."

Morticia nodded. Although she had welcomed Balthazar's closeness only a few minutes before, it was now the cause of a fresh panic. She pulled away from his grasp and began to stand, but Balthazar was quick to aide her.

"Let me carry you across the threshold my dear."

Without giving her an opportunity to protest, Balthazar lifted her into his arms and carried her up the stairs towards their bedroom. With each ascending step, she closed off her heart. Although her fate was sealed, her heart still belonged to Gomez and she was determined to protect it until he could claim it once again.