A/N: Welcome back to the Bewitching Universe! Long time no see. ;)
These snapshots take place between Chapter 16 and an Epilogue of Bewitching (which you don't need to read to make sense of these stories but it would probably help if you do :)). Gomez and Morticia have been married for five years, Ivy is almost ten at this point.
It was only when they've decided to have a baby did she realize that there's a certain peculiarity to the idea of having children. Somehow one takes it all for granted, almost unconsciously.
All these years, Morticia watched various members of her extended family have children, it seemed like a natural progression, almost unremarkable in its ubiquity. She never yearned for a child herself, having children were not even remotely close on her list of priorities but then it never occurred to her not to have them either, especially since she's met one, charming Castilian and fell madly in love with him.
Naturally, due to the swiftness of their relationship, they didn't want to have children straight away. They wanted to just be together, the two of them. Of course, that idea was somewhat shot to hell with the surprise appearance of Ivy Addams, but after some rocky beginning, they adjusted to their new circumstances. Ivy was already five at that time and it was not all that difficult to prioritize their relationship around parenting to the little girl.
Hence, somewhere between the novelty of their relationship, parenting, Morticia's studies and her subsequent work at the council, combined with Gomez agreeing to help Alex at his law firm, after Alex's father unexpectedly passed away, the idea of having a child has been shoved away to the background.
Admittedly, she was more selfish in that matter than her husband, for whereas Gomez expressed his wish to have a baby repeatedly, she was much more reluctant - with her work at the council becoming more and more demanding, they didn't have all that much time for themselves as it was and she knew to have a little baby was infinitely more time consuming than having a ten-year-old. Hence, she deliberately delayed the decision to have a baby, even though Gomez was more than ready to have one, which ultimately led to some strenuous time in their relationship.
Now - now, they were past that. After the semi-disastrous conference in Oman well over a year ago, she came to re-evaluate her stance on becoming a mother. Now they both wanted to have a baby and she never, not in a million years, would have thought that they would have any trouble at all getting pregnant.
It never ever occurred to her, even for a split second, that she might not be able to have children. Such an idea simply never crossed her mind.
It never occurred to her that she might not be able to give him children and now - faced with the reality of such prospect, it was more than unbearable.
It didn't really matter, she reminded herself, it shouldn't matter. She had a family, a loving husband and the little girl whom she adored and who loved her in return. She was more than happy. She knew she had more to be grateful for that most people in the world. Whether they have children or not would never impact on her marriage, she knew that, they didn't need children to fulfil them.
Except it did matter. It mattered to her in a way that defied all reasoning.
She wanted to have a child with him, she wanted it more than she was ready to admit, she wanted it more than she was able to explain. It didn't mean she loved Ivy any less, far from it but she wanted this baby so much, the very need was gnawing at her insides.
Morticia bit her lips into a thin line and closed her eyes for a second as she stood in front of the bathroom mirror staring at the white stick that lay turned upside down on the top of the black, marble counter. Normally, she wouldn't bother with such things like pregnancy tests, but they have been trying for so so long she just had to be sure.
Aurora warned them the effects of the aftermath of her many encounters with demons might still be lingering in her body, most likely preventing her from getting pregnant and it could take quite some time for her body chemistry to return to normal, an for that reason she did not think much of the fact that when she first noticed her period was one week late. Only when one week turned into two and then was now approaching three did she start to wonder that perhaps she may be indeed pregnant. She didn't even share her suspicions with her darling husband, not wanting to give in to the false hopes until she was sure she was absolutely sure she was actually expecting a baby.
She was staring at the pregnancy test for over twenty minutes now, anxious to pick it up and see, scared if it was negative. She wasn't sure she wanted to know at all, wasn't sure she could handle another disappointment.
She wasn't surprised when she heard a soft knock on the bathroom door and turned her head towards the noise. She was standing her for almost half-an-hour barely moving at all, obviously, she got him worried.
"Tish," her husband's concerned voice reverberated through the door. "Everything alright, querida? "
Morticia took a deep breath to calm herself before replying.
"Fine," she replied and winced at how shaky her voice sounded. She cleared her throat. "I'll be right out, darling."
She heard him move away from the door and closed her eyes. She bit her lips into a thin line, her heart hammering in her chest as she turned the pregnancy test in her hands and slowly opened her eyes to read the result.
She gasped audibly and let out a soft cry covering her mouth with both hands, feeling tears brimming in her eyes. The white stick fell on the marble floor with an almost inaudible thud.
Morticia didn't even hear the door opening until she felt Gomez's arms around her.
"Querida?" Gomez asked in a panicked voice at the sight of his wife bent over the sink and obviously in tears. "My darling, what is it?"
He was surprised and confused when she let out a strangled laugh, the noise muffled by her hands.
After what seemed to him ages, but was probably only a couple of seconds, she turned to him trying to wipe the tears that just wouldn't stop falling. He noticed her hands were trembling.
He brought his hands to her face, tilting her head so he could look into her eyes.
"Tish, what's wrong?"he asked concerned.
She shook her head gently and then grinned at him. The glorious feeling of happiness that was coursing through her was making her hands shake with relief and joy.
"I'm pregnant," she said breathlessly and watched him stare at her as if she just spoke in a foreign language.
"What?" he whispered.
"I'm pregnant," she repeated."Gomez, darling, we're going to have a baby -"
She didn't finish because Gomez pulled her to him and placed a firm kiss on her lips and then she watched him sink into his knees before her and kiss her still perfectly flat belly. She laughed and rested her hands gently on his arms as he looked up at her lovingly, his dark eyes wide and bright with unbridled joy.
"Oh Tish, you don't know how happy you just made me," he said wrapping his arms around her middle possessively.
"I think I have some idea," she replied still grinning. She watched him rise back to his feet and place a tender kiss to her forehead.
"I love you," he whispered and rested his hand on her abdomen gently. "Are you ok? I mean, you feeling ok?"
She nodded and wrapped her arms around his neck, resting her forehead on his.
"I can't believe it's finally happening," she admitted.
He nodded and kissed her again.
"When can we tell everyone?" he asked and she laughed at his eagerness.
"Not yet," she said cautiously, her tone turning serious."I want this to stay just between the two of us for the next couple of weeks, I don't want…"she hesitated not wanting to voice any negative worries."Let's wait until I'm at least three months along, then we'll tell them."
"Alright,"he smiled at her and swooped her into his arms."But we get to celebrate now," he said and grinned at her suggestively.
She let out an uncharacteristic giggle and wrapped her arms around his neck, pulling him for a passionate kiss.
"You always have the best ideas, darling."
A/N: Thank you for reading, hope you enjoyed!