Morticia always carried a calm and collected composure, but even she had limits.
The day started off erroneous from the beginning. Morticia knew Gomez would be away at work all day for a meeting, but she'd slept so soundly she didn't hear him get up in the morning. Of course, he didn't want to disrupt his wife's beauty rest, but it still would have been nice to see him before he'd left.
Sighing, Morticia rolled to her side to look at the alarm clock, only to discover it was already 9 am. She always ate breakfast with her children, but no doubt today they had eaten without her.
Things only seemed to go downhill from there: it was a bright and sunny day, there were no traffic jams to contend with as she ran errands, and one of the toilets in the house exploded (no doubt a prank set by one of the youngsters or Uncle Fester). Morticia thought things were starting to even out when she got a headache in the afternoon ("Finally," she thought, "Some pain!"), only for it to alleviate ten minutes later.
Gomez's meeting ran late, so the Addams had dinner without him. Morticia sighed as she took her seat; it was never truly a family dinner without her husband. At least a nice dinner of flayed octopus was planned. However, as Lurch brought the meal out, Morticia could tell it wasn't as burned as it usually was. Even the children looked disappointed.
With everything that had gone wrong, Morticia retired early to bed to read, albeit misplacing her bookmark and losing her page at one point in the process. So she lay in bed, silently brewing with a bitter outlook on the world until Gomez walked through the door.
"Tish," he smiled as he placed a pile of work papers on his nightstand, "How was your day?"
"Morbidly normal," She pursed her lips at the sight of the workload. "You brought work home?"
"Unfortunately so," Gomez shook his head, "They want signatures for the company's newly acquired property as soon as possible,"
"Of course they would,"
Gomez frowned. "Whatever do you mean by that?"
Morticia carefully set the book aside, not wanting to lose her place within the pages again. "It's been one thing after another today," she confessed, "From the weather to almost anything you can imagine,"
"I did hear about the toilet," Gomez admitted. "I also heard Thing broke a nail trying to clean the mess up,"
"Yes. Perhaps Thing didn't have the best of days either,"
"Tell you what," Gomez loosened his tie, "My work can wait. Let's try to salvage what's left of your day,"
Morticia's stress began to melt as soon as Gomez joined her on the bed, as if all her worries were discarded simply by his presence. Delicately brushing her long hair aside, Gomez began to massage Morticia's shoulders. The physical tension immediately eased as his fingers worked firmly against her skin.
"How lucky I am," Morticia thought, "To have someone who will always be at my side, no matter what life may bring,"
"Feeling better, Cara Mia?" Gomez asked, pressing his lips against her neck.
Morticia let him linger there a moment longer before she turned around and drew him close. "As of now, I feel perfect,"