I think I'm due for another Gomez and Morticia story. This is actually one of a few of them that I've written and just haven't posted here.
I like to think of Gomez and Morticia's early relationship. Especially with this story, I thought it would be interested to explore the mindset they were in before they met and when their relationship was very new.
Also, "Good Enough" is a song by Evanescence. If you've never heard it, PLEASE listen to it. It's so good! I also feel like it would be a very fitting son for Morticia to sing.
Good Enough
And I'm still waiting for the rain to fall
Pour real life down on me
'Cause I can't hold on
To anything this good enough
Am I good enough
For you to love me too?
Morticia sat on her bed in her parents' house with a notebook in her lap. The room was quite dark, illuminated only by her stained glass table lamp, just the way she liked it, and the dark walls were covered in various paintings and drawings of witches, demons, and other gothic creations from her dark mind.
She pushed a strand of hair out of the way as she continued to work on the drawing in her hands. With deep black charcoal she had sketched with near perfection a man with slicked straight raven hair, eyes nearly as dark as the night sky that always contained a playful twinkle in them, a face that was smooth and clear of any blemishes, although she hadn't forgotten the small detail of the small scar above his right eyebrow; one he had gotten as a child when his exploration of an abandoned building had gone wrong, and finally his dazzling smile.
She sighed wistfully as she thought of Gomez Addams. She had only met him two weeks ago and she felt like she had known him her whole life. Never had she met someone who was so respectful of her, who obviously cared about her so deeply and wasn't afraid to show it, and who understood her on the level that he did. It was like a dream that she never wanted to wake up from.
She glanced at the clock across the room and saw that it was almost time for her to leave and she hadn't even had breakfast yet.
She hopped off her bed and slipped on a pair of black ankle boots that went perfectly with her midnight black dress that contained a black corset, a skirt that came to just above her ankles with frayed edges, and lace sleeves. After checking herself once more in the mirror to make sure her hair was smooth and her makeup was flawless, she hurried downstairs.
The rest of the house was the polar opposite of her room and her family too was an obvious contrast. With a prim and proper mother, a father who was a French real estate agent, and a blonde older sister who was bubbly and outgoing, Morticia always felt like she didn't fit in with them in the slightest and they wasted no time making her feel like an outsider.
"Good morning," she said as she entered the kitchen where her family was sitting around the kitchen table, her father reading the paper, her mother daintily sipping tea, and Ophelia filling her pink nails.
"Bonjour mon enfant," Mr. Frump said.
Mrs. Frump looked at her critically. "Morticia, why are you wearing all black? It's a lovely day out, you should wear something nicer."
Morticia resisted the urge to roll her eyes as she poured herself a bowl of cereal. "Everyday is a good day to wear black mother." She sat down at the kitchen table with them as she began to eat.
"Why don't you dress more like…"
"Like what?" Morticia said having a feeling of where this was going.
"Like me of course," Ophelia said with a smirk. "You'd be much prettier."
"I'll pass," Morticia said as she looked into her cereal bowl. Nothing was ever good enough for them and Ophelia reveled in being the favorite child.
"Surely you'd have more luck getting a boyfriend," Ophelia said.
"I do have a boyfriend," Morticia snapped.
The rest of them looked shocked. "You do?" they all said at the same time.
"Yes, I do," Morticia said with a satisfied smirk. Finally she had something that Ophelia didn't have. "And he actually loves the way I dress."
"Well how come we've never met him before?" Ophelia said suspiciously.
"You can meet him eventually."
"How old is he?"
"21."
"Well I certainly hope he's a classy, distinguished young man," Mrs. Frump said as if she didn't think so.
"He is."
Ophelia turned to their mother. "Mother, didn't you say you wanted me to meet someone? A nice rich man?"
Mrs. Frump smiled at her affectionately. "Yes of course. He comes from a long line of investors and business owners. I think you two would be such a perfect match. My friend Eudora and I have been talking about it for years. I'm sure you two will be very happy together and get married as soon as possible."
"I can't wait to meet him," Ophelia swooned.
Morticia finished off her breakfast and with no interest in listening to them talk about the rich man their mother had found for Ophelia, she put her dishes away to leave.
"I'll be back later tonight," she said.
"Au revoir Morticia," Mr. Frump said while her mother and Ophelia continued to talk about Ophelia's betrothed. Morticia was too excited to be with Gomez to care.
Gomez was at home sitting at his desk working on his dissertation for law school. He had taken expedited courses in order to finish law school at the young age of 21. He had studied at Cambridge in England for two years but had come back to the U.S. to finish after his father died last year. On top of law school, he was now the sole owner of the Addams Family Enterprises and he was still trying to process all of it. But there was one thing he'd rather focus on.
He put away his work and went to the window as if looking down the street would make Morticia arrive sooner.
Never had he met a woman as sublime as her. From the moment he saw her illuminated by moonlight ten days ago, he was captivated by her. The first time he spoke to her he was enchanted by her. The first time he kissed her, he knew he was in love with her. And the first time he made love to her, he knew that he wanted her by his side forever.
A sentient hand appeared on the windowsill next to him.
"I can't wait to hold her in my arms Thing," he said. "She's absolutely perfect."
Certainly she was perfect in every way...and that made him nervous. He was absolutely terrified that he would do something to lose the most wonderful thing that has ever happened to him.
Glancing up at the portrait of his father on the wall, the man who resembled him greatly in looks but who Gomez had tried in every possible way to be the opposite of in all else. He had always felt like something was missing, like there was a void that he was trying to fill by the endless women that were never enough for him and his fear of becoming the abrasive, harsh, strict person that his father had been. How could he live with himself if he ever became any of that towards his lovely Tish?
He heard her outside before he saw her and his heart nearly burst. He practically ran down the long spiral staircase to the front door to greet her as she was getting out of the car looking at the house in fascination.
"Hey Tish!" he said as he came outside.
"Mon cher!" she said happily as she went over to him.
He immediately held her close and kissed her as deeply as he could. If anything could possibly be more perfect about her, her french accent was the icing on the cake.
When they finally broke their kiss to breathe, Morticia spoke. "Your house is incredible."
She had never been to his house before and he was eager to give her a grand tour.
"Mi casa es su casa," he said with a playful smile that made her giggle.
He held her hand and led her through the creaky front door and Morticia was even more surprised by the inside of the house. She knew that Gomez was very rich, but she didn't know just how grand his house was.
"Wow," she said.
"You like it?" he asked worried that it wasn't to her taste.
"It's incredible," she said sincerely and he nearly let out a sigh of relief.
"Would you like a tour?"
"Of course," she said excitedly.
He led her down the front hallway and she looked around with fascination. They didn't get far before they ran into a monstrous looking man that Morticia was further fascinated by.
"This is Lurch, our butler," Gomez said. "Lurch, this is my girlfriend Morticia."
Morticia held out her hand to him. "Pleasure to meet you Lurch."
He nodded. "Pleasure."
Gomez continued to lead her down the hallway. "Lurch doesn't talk much, but he's a great guy when you get to know him."
"He seems very nice."
They entered the living room.
"Wow," Morticia said again.
Gomez couldn't help but laugh. "Are you going to say that in every room?"
She laughed as well. "I'm sorry, it's just that your house is so beautiful."
He pulled her into a warm embrace. "I'm really glad you like it."
"Did you think that I wouldn't?"
How could she always read him so well? "Well...I had hoped you would."
She gave him another kiss, and they immediately melted into each other's arms. How could kissing him possibly be so wonderful?
Afterwards she ran her fingers across his cheek gently. "Never worry about a thing my darling."
He kissed her fingers and they became lost in each other's eyes for a moment. "I love you."
Her heart still fluttered every time he said that. "I love you too."
Then she continued to explore the artwork and little trinkets around the living room that all seemed to have a story which Gomez was happy to explain.
She went over to the grand piano in the corner and ran her fingers across the smooth wood. "This is lovely."
"It's an antique."
She played a few notes and was satisfied by the sound.
"Can you play?" he asked.
Suddenly she blushed. "Well, a little bit…"
"Play something for me?" he said eagerly.
"Oh I don't know…" she said nervously. "I-I haven't played or sang anything in a while…" In reality, she actually played all the time at home. However, she was shy about playing in front of people because she was always afraid of messing up and she didn't play around her family often because they thought the songs she liked were too dark.
Gomez, however, was curious. She hadn't told him that she played the piano and he really wanted to hear it. He placed his forehead on hers gently. "Please?"
Finally she couldn't help but smile. "You make it impossible to say no to you."
They sat on the bench next to each other and she started to play one of her favorite songs. She was still extremely nervous and willed her hands to stop shaking, hoped that she wouldn't mess up too badly in front of him, and hoped that her voice wouldn't crack as she sang the song.
"Under your spell again
I can't say no to you
Crave my heart and it's bleeding in your hand
I can't say no to you…"
As if Gomez wasn't captivated enough by her before, this was a different side of her that he hadn't seen yet.
"Good enough
I feel good enough
For you…"
Her voice was hauntingly beautiful and he was nearly hypnotized by the way her hands drifted gracefully back and forth across the keyboard. He could listen to her play like this forever.
As the song went on, she began to relax not feeling as nervous anymore. He had always had such a calming presence around her. Usually when she played, it was easy for her to get wrapped up in a song and forget everything around her and this was no exception. The only thing on her mind was him and when she looked at him, he was looking at her with the utmost adoration. It continued to surprise her how much he adored her, but it made her even happier.
"So take care what you ask of me
'Cause I can't say no."
She played the last note of the song and Gomez applauded her. "You really liked it that much?"
"It was amazing Tish!" He gave her a hug and kissed her. "You're very talented querida."
She kissed him again. "Thank you darling. Shall we finish the tour?"
Gomez showed her around the rest of the house from the conservatory, to the balconies. He showed her the massive library where they found Fester who looked up from his book on nuclear disasters when he saw them. "Hey Gomez."
"This is my brother Fester," Gomez said to her. "Fester, this is Morticia."
Fester held his hand out to her. "It's nice to finally meet you. Gomez hasn't shut up about you for days."
Morticia looked at Gomez curiously who was now narrowing his eyes at Fester as if he had let out some big secret. "So you've been talking about me a lot huh?"
Gomez kissed her nose. "How can I help myself if I have such a beautiful woman in my life?"
Surely Gomez hadn't stopped talking about her and Fester had been curious about this girl. First of all, she was absolutely stunning, but looks aside, there was something different about her. She seemed genuine which was more than Fester could say for any of the other girls that Gomez had dated or had at least been with. The way they looked at each other just now, the way Gomez had affectionately kissed her nose and the way she held his hands, Fester was curious to see where this would go.
They continued their tour and they arrived at the last room of the house.
"And finally, this is my room," he said.
"I like it," she said as she looked around then she turned to him. "Your house is so amazing. Thank you for showing me around."
"You're welcome querida." He wrapped his arms around her waist. "I have to say, it's much better now that I've got someone to share it with."
She was touched by his words and how much he cared about her. As if a magnet were drawing her to him, she leaned into him and their lips touched in another delicious kiss. Their lips connected over and over in sweet passionate kisses that ignited sparks between them every time.
He started pushing into her and she let him back her up until she was laying down on his bed. She'd never been in his bed before and she felt kind of thrilled. It was warm and soft and smelled like him.
Now on top of her, their kisses began to grow in intensity. His hand trailed up her dress to squeeze her butt and she let out a moan. He groaned as well at the sound and pressed his body against hers even more so that she could feel him between her legs.
For a moment they looked into each other's eyes that were burning with desire for each other. They had made love once before and it had been such an incredible moment giving themselves to each other for the first time. Being together like this now, they desperately craved everything they had shared two days ago.
The look they gave each other was confirmation enough and in seconds their clothes were on the floor and they were loving each other in the way that only they could love each other.
Afterwards they spent some time cuddling under the blankets and slept for a few hours. Lurch made them dinner and soon after Gomez drove Morticia home.
"I had such a great time today," she said as they pulled up her driveway. "Thank you for showing me around your house."
"You're welcome querida," Gomez said as he put the car in park. "I only wish that my mother had been home so you can meet her. I know she'll love you."
Morticia placed her hand on his. "I'll have plenty of opportunities to meet her in the future. Do you want to come in for a bit and meet my family instead?"
He placed a kiss on her lips. "I'd love to."
They got out of the car and Morticia unlocked the door for them to go inside but when they got there the house was dark. "It looks like no one is home," she said as she flipped on the lights.
"It's alright, I can meet them another time," he said with a wink that made her giggle.
"I guess while you're here I can show you around too," she said.
"I'd like that," he said.
She took his hand and showed him around the house. It was a large house, not nearly as big as his, but bigger than average. The style was very different than his as well. While Gomez's house was dark with a spooky vibe and covered in antique items, the Frump house was very brightly lit and had the touch of someone very proper.
"Your house is very...bright," Gomez said afterwards trying to find the words to describe it.
Morticia smiled knowing he was trying to be nice about it. "It's not my taste either. My mother is very uptight, my sister is a Barbie doll and my dad lets them do whatever they want. They were horrified when I tried to redecorate."
That made Gomez laugh. He pulled her into his arms and kissed her nose. "Well I like your taste Tish, don't you worry about that."
The next day, Gomez was itching to see his lovely Tish again. Yesterday had been so wonderful and he missed her already.
Just as he was about to call her and find out what she wanted to do that day, he ran into his mother in the living room.
"Hey mama," Gomez said.
"Gomez, just the person I wanted to see!" she said.
"Why's that?" he asked.
She reached out to him and adjusted his collar just as she had been doing since he was a child. He didn't need his collar straightened anymore, he had gotten better at remembering to do it himself, but it was a habit for her and deep down it made him happy. "There's this girl I want you to meet. I want you to marry her."
"What?!" he exclaimed.
"Don't sound so shocked. You'll love her. She's very pretty and nice and she comes from a good family. You're always running around chasing after girls and now that you're the head of this family it's about time you settled down. This will be very good for you."
He removed her hands from his shoulders. "Mama, I can't do that. I already have a girlfriend."
She looked surprised. "You do?! Since when?"
"I've been dating her for two weeks," he said. "I brought her over yesterday to meet you but you weren't home."
Mama shook her head. "No, no, mi hijo you must marry this girl. My friend and I set this up ages ago. We thought it would be wonderful to have the two of you married and you've been betrothed for years."
"Why didn't I know about this?!" Gomez said starting to feel betrayed. If he were to get married, that should be his decision, not one of his mother's fantasies.
"That's why I'm letting you know now…"
"Mama, I don't even know this girl! Besides, I'm already in love."
"Look, how about you just meet her? I'm not asking you to commit to anything!" she said quickly as he started to protest. "Just meet her and see what you think of her. You never know, you might realize you like her more after you get to know her."
Gomez pinched his nose between his fingers and sighed exasperatedly. His mother was always meddling in some way. "Fine, if I just meet her will you get off my back about it."
"Yes, I will," she said, even though he knew that meant no. "Come on Gomez, I know you'll like her."
No matter what, he knew there was no way he would like any girl more than Morticia.
At noon they drove to the girl's house to have lunch with her family. Gomez was only doing this to shut his mother up about it. He had no intention of getting to know this girl, not when he loved Morticia more than life itself. She was the only woman he could picture himself with and that was that.
They turned into a neighborhood and Gomez noticed how familiar it was. "Mama, where are we going?"
"Turn left here, mi hijo," Mama said. "It's the second house on the left."
Gomez's suspicions were confirmed. He was at this house last night. "Are you sure this is the right house?"
"Of course," Mama said as she unbuckled her seatbelt to get out.
"What's this girl's name?" Gomez asked, getting worried as they walked up to the front door.
"Ophelia Frump," Mama replied, not knowing how Gomez's confusion turned into sheer panic.
"What?! Mama, no, wait…!"
It was too late. She had already rung the doorbell. The woman who answered the door was about the same age as his mother but instead of wild gray hair and witches robes, she was very prim and put together with hair in a low tight bun and a knee length, light blue dress.
"Eudora, I'm so glad you're here. And you must be Gomez," Mrs. Frump said. "Ophelia is dying to meet you. Ophelia, come meet your new husband!" Mrs. Frump called.
"Look, there must be a misunderstanding," Gomez said, trying to get out of the situation as smoothly as possible. "I…"
"Gomez!" Ophelia exclaimed as she ran down the stairs. She looked very much like Morticia with the same gray blue eyes and general face structure and body type, but that was where the similarities ended. She had wavy long blonde hair that floated out behind her as she approached him. What was worse was that she wore a pink dress and a flower crown.
"I'm so glad I'm finally meeting you!" she said as she threw her arms around him. "You're even more handsome in person."
"You two look great together," Mrs. Frump said. "You're going to get along so well."
Meanwhile, Morticia was up on her room. Gomez had told her his mother was dragging him to some kind of lunch and while she was happy he was spending time with his mother, she did miss him. There was also the fact that Ophelia was supposed to be meeting her new husband today. It was all her family had been talking about and Morticia was getting sick of it. But she was starting to hear commotion downstairs and although she would have liked to stay upstairs alone, she figured it would be polite to at least meet him.
So she went downstairs to politely say hello only to find that Gomez was at the door! The hurt and betrayal she felt at seeing him there, holding hands with her sister was unimaginable. "Gomez?"
His heart sank at the look on her face. It was obvious that she was hurt and angry but the sadness in her eyes was what really broke his heart. He had hoped he would be able to resolve this before she came downstairs. The last thing he ever wanted was to hurt her. "Tish…" he said
Morticia, however, had never been so angry at him as she was at that moment. "I don't believe you!" she shouted at him. "I trusted you!" She had trusted Gomez with her heart and soul. She thought he was different than other guys. She thought she had finally found in him someone who loved me for who she was but it seemed as though she was wrong. And she was hurt beyond belief.
"You know each other?" Ophelia said looking back and forth between her sister and her fiance.
"Yes, we do," Gomez said. "Tish, let me explain…"
"No, you don't need to explain! I can't believe I thought you were different!" Morticia couldn't even look at him anymore. Before he could say anything else, she pushed past him and left the room to go cry in peace and soon they heard the back door slam.
"What was that all about?" Ophelia said.
"Never mind that!" Mrs. Frump said hastily, obviously trying to avoid that interaction between Gomez and her younger daughter. "We'll talk to your sister later. Let's go have some tea. Come, follow me to the dining room and we can start discussing the wedding."
She ushered them all into the dining room and they had tea and discussed the engagement. Gomez wasn't paying any attention though. All he could think about was how hurt Morticia was. Seeing the tears in her eyes cut through his heart like a white hot knife. The way she said "I can't believe I thought you were different" made him feel like he had been slapped. Morticia meant everything to him and he had hurt her so badly. It made him feel awful.
He had wanted this relationship to be different. It wasn't supposed to be like any other relationship that he had sabotaged due to his greed and lust. Morticia was different, she was special, and he knew in his heart and she was the one for him. He had desperately wanted to put aside his faults and be good enough for her and it terrified him that he had possibly screwed up the best thing he'd ever had.
The more they talked the more he knew things would never work out with Ophelia even if he wanted them too. She was far too ditzy for him. He knew she would never understand the artistic merits of Phantom of the Opera or be anywhere near excited to spend a dark night making love in the graveyard. Nothing could ever be like what he and Morticia had.
As Mama and the Frump's rattled on about the wedding and Ophelia tried with no avail to flirt with him, he wondered if Morticia would ever want to talk to him again. He didn't know what he would do if she didn't. He needed her. He realized that now more than ever. She was so special to him and he wouldn't forgive himself if he lost her.
Finally, he stood up from the table. He had to make this right. "Excuse me, I'm just going to get some air."
He left the dining room before anyone could stop him and went out the front door. There was no sign of her anywhere. He walked around to the back of the house and found her leaning against the balcony, tears staining her face.
Morticia couldn't tell whether she was more mad at him or Ophelia. Ophelia always got whatever she wanted. She was perfect in everyone's eyes and now she was perfect in his too. It seemed like Ophelia had everything and she always took whatever Morticia had from her. Finally she'd had something good in her life and her sister had taken that away too. Just once Morticia wanted to be good enough for someone.
"Tish," Gomez said as he went up the stairs.
She still wouldn't look at him. She knew if she did all she would see was the man who had betrayed her. "Go away."
"At least let me explain."
She turned to face him. "You're engaged to my sister!" She said angrily. "What's there to explain?!"
"I didn't know anything about this Tish," Gomez said sincerely. "Mama told me this morning that she wanted me to marry Ophelia. I told her I didn't want to and that I was already in love with the most incredible girl in the world. She insisted and I said I would meet her and that's it. I didn't know she was your sister."
Morticia's face softened a bit. "You mean that Gomez?"
He put his hands on her shoulders. "Of course Tish. I love you, I would never dream of hurting you in any way. You're beautiful and perfect and you're the only woman I will ever want. Besides, I'm not into blondes," he said with a wink.
That finally got a smile out of her. She pulled him close to her and kissed him lovingly. "I love you mon amour," she said.
"There you go with that beautiful French!" He exclaimed. He kissed her fingers all the way up to her neck and stopped at her lips where he gave her passionate kiss after passionate kiss.
He then put his forehead on hers and looked into her eyes. "Never worry about anything Tish. There's only one woman I want to spend the rest of my life with."
"Who would that be?" she asked cautiously.
He kissed her nose. "You cara mia!"
A rosy blush spread across her face as she looked at him in disbelief. "You mean that Gomez?"
"Yes, I do," he said seriously. He meant every word of it. He knew she was the one. He'd known since he saw her that night in the graveyard and it had only been confirmed every moment he was with her. There was only one thing left to do.
He got down on one knee in front of her, holding one of her hands, looking into her eyes conveying every ounce of devotion he could muster. "Will you marry me Morticia?"
"Yes, of course!" She said immediately. She bent down and threw herself at him in a flood of hugs and kisses. Never had she felt so loved and wanted and happy. From the beginning she knew there was something about him. She knew he was different and now that she knew she was wrong about Ophelia, she knew he would never hurt her. He was the most genuine man she knew and she knew in her heart they were meant to be together.
After what seemed like forever, sitting on the floor of the balcony kissing and giggling and basking in a state of pure bliss, reality started to settle in. Reluctantly she pulled away from their kiss and looked at him seriously.
"What are we going to do?" she asked.
"What do you mean?" he asked, still dazed by the fact that she had said yes to his spur-of-the-moment proposal.
"They think you're going to marry Ophelia," she pointed out.
He realized she was right. "Well...there's nothing to do but tell them." He ran his fingers through her silky hair. "I love you, more than anything. You are my life. Just the thought of marrying Ophelia makes my skin crawl. We have to tell them."
"You're right," she said as she kissed him again. "We have nothing left to do but get it over with."
They stood up. "How do you think they'll take it?"
Knowing her family, she knew this couldn't end well. "What do you think?"
By her tone, he took that as a negative sign.
"But we have to get it over with," she said.
"You're right," he said as he pulled her into his arms for another kiss which she eagerly sank into. "Because you're mine," he said between kisses.
"I'll always be yours. I promise."
They then went back in side, hand in hand. Everyone else was still in the dining room.
"There you are…" Mrs. Frump paused when she saw then holding hands. "What's this?!"
"I can't go forward with this wedding," Gomez said. "I'm sorry Ophelia, but I'm in love with Morticia," he said as he held her close.
"What?!" Mrs. Frump exclaimed.
Ophelia stood up as she looked back and forth between them in shock. "Morticia...is this true?"
"Yes, it is," Morticia said carefully knowing that Ophelia would be mad no matter what she said. "Gomez has asked me to marry him and I said yes."
"You whore!" Ophelia shouted at her, her face red with anger. "I can't believe you did this to me!"
"But Gomez and I were already in love…" Morticia tried to explain.
"You're supposed to be my sister and you stole my man!"
"I forbid this!" Morticia's mother exclaimed. "I absolutely forbid this! Ophelia is the older sister and she should get to be married first!"
"But mom…" Morticia tried to explain again.
"Pierre, help me out here!" Mrs. Frump said to Mr. Frump who just nonchalantly sipped his tea.
"As long as one girl gets to marry a rich man, I don't care," he said with a shrug.
"You're impossible!" Mrs. Frump exclaimed before turning back to Morticia. "We're not allowing you to go through with this! Ophelia should rightfully get married!"
Ophelia stepped over to Morticia and got in her face. "You whore! You bitch! You backstabbing…!"
Gomez then stepped in front of her defensively. "Hold on a second Ophelia. I just met you today. We can't get married after knowing each other for two hours. I love Morticia more than anything. She's my heart and soul. I don't want to spend my life with anyone but her. I can't marry you."
Ophelia looked back and forth between them angrily and then burst into tears and ran off. Within seconds they heard her footsteps going upstairs.
"Ophelia, wait!" her mother exclaimed as she and their dad ran after her.
"Well mama, what do you think?" Gomez asked his mother who had been looking at them critically the entire time.
"You really love this girl, mi hijo?" Mama asked.
"More than life itself," Gomez said as he hugged Morticia close to him. "Morticia is everything to me. I've never been truly happy until I met her."
"Well," Mama said as she stood up. Gomez and Morticia looked at her worriedly, wondering if she'd have the same reaction as Morticia's family. Instead she smiled. "If you two make each other happy, then I would be delighted if you got married."
"Really?" Morticia said full of relief.
"Of course!" Mama said. "Besides Gomez, I like this sister better. She's less pink."
As Morticia stood on the balcony one night overlooking the Addams family graveyard, she felt an overwhelming sense of joy and...disbelief.
So much had happened in the last few weeks and her life had changed so quickly. She had met the man of her dreams, had gotten engaged, and within days the two of them would be married. After Gomez had proposed to her at her parents' house, they had gotten the wedding preparations underway not wanted to wait any longer than necessary to be husband and wife. Mama had even taken on the endeavor of creating Morticia's wedding dress. She had seen the final product just that afternoon and it was indeed stunning. The Frump's hadn't been as easily convinced that the wedding was a good idea. Ophelia had hardly said two words to her and Mrs. Frump seemed to be holding onto the belief that Gomez would change his mind and choose Ophelia.
Morticia looked down at the sparkling engagement ring on her finger. She and Gomez had gone on a special trip to their favorite haunted house in Salem a couple weeks ago and Gomez gave her the ring saying she was a queen who deserved nothing less.
And yet, Morticia still wondered how she could ever be good enough for this kind of life, this kind of happiness. To be living in a beautiful home with all the money in the world and, most importantly, to spend her life with the man she loved more than anything seemed unreal. More than once she found herself wondering whether her family was right and that Ophelia, who had always been pretty and popular and got whatever she wanted, deserved it more. Happiness had always seemed to evade Morticia one way or another, how could this be any different.
The door opened and she knew before he spoke that it was him. When he reached her, he wrapped his arms around her waist.
"You seem tense," he said with concern creeping into his voice. He wondered if there was something he had done to make her unhappy or whether she was having second thoughts about the wedding, all of which worried him deeply. "What's wrong?"
"I'm...fine," she tried but she couldn't hide from him. They hadn't known each other long but he already knew her better than anyone. She turned to him and looked at him seriously. "You'd never change your mind about me would you?"
He hugged her close and looked into her eyes. "Cara mia, how could you ever think I would? You're everything to me, you are my entire heart and soul, I would never choose anyone over you."
She couldn't help the smile that touched her face at his kind words. "It's just that I've never been anyone's first choice before and I wondered if you deserved more than me."
"If anything I'm the one that doesn't deserve you," he said, averting his gaze. "You're sweet and pure and would make any man the luckiest man in the world to have someone as sublime as you. You're everything I'm not, everything I haven't been."
She lifted his chin to face her. "You're perfect to me. I don't want anyone else and I never will, mon cher."
"Tish," he breathed leaning in to kiss her. Their lips connected over and over, ig biting a fire between them and drawing them together in a way that only they could.
"I love you with all my heart Gomez," she said against his lips. "Never forget that."
"I love you too Tish. I always will."