Gomez Addams sat in the graveyard with his wife. The headstones and few tombs of every deceased Addams were in that graveyard. Their usual spot was a stone bench in the middle of it all. But tonight was different. It seemed everything was falling into place. Their son, Pubert was three now. Wednesday was eleven and Pugsley was thirteen. Fester had finally come home and Gomez and Morticia were still... them. He studied his wife. She was tall, thirty seven years old and five foot nine. Gomez was five inches taller yet compared to their butler, they looked very short. Morticia's long raven hair was perfectly straight and fell beautifully down to her upper back. She was wearing a long black, tight gothic dress that was low cut in a v-neck. All she would ever wear was black. Her long red nails were dark but merely a shade brighter than her dark, red wine lips. And her dresses, all though they were, needen't be tight for she was skinny and had the most perfect figure.

He loved her. He had always told her that if there was a bigger word than loved to describe his feelings for her, he would always use it. He had olive skin, black hair and a mustcache. A dark, wild Castilian. He took her hands. "Cara mia," he said. "You look even lovelier than the day I first laid eyes on you."

"Oh, Gomez." She smiled. She too had these same feelings for him. Even if they had been married for nineteen years. "It seems as though we're a complete family again."

"We are." He said.

Morticia sat closer to him. She knew exactally how to play with her husbands emotions. Yet she never used the power she had over him for evil or good. Just for fun. And he always looked foward to it. "Mon cher." That was it. The words flowed in a delicious fashion and he went wild.

Pugsley had a friend coming over any minute and he was anxious. Today of all days, his parents had to have a little love fest in the graveyard. He needed to remind them his friend was a GIRL. He walked out to the graveyard. He stopped when he realized it was too late. His friend, Suzanne had thankfully taken the front entrance but her parents... were not so fortunate. A terrible chain of events seemed to happen in slow motion. First, they walzted in to find his parents crazy over eachother and fought over t"he fact that Suzzane's dad never kissed his wife like that anymore, then Uncle Fester's cannon shot out into the night and missed the head of Suzzane's mother but causing her massive faux fur hat to get a burning hole in it. At this, Gomez and Morticia looked up. After this occured, Suzanne's mother screamed and fell into her husband, knocking them both into the quicksand and their 7 foot zombie- looking butler, Lurch had to pull them out, causing them both to faint and end up being carried into the house, awoken by Wednesday and her headless doll, causing them to run out into a lightening storm, screaming taking Suzanne with them. They bumped down the road as massive shocks of electricity bounced off their tires.

Pugsley was horrified. He looked at his family. "How. Could. You...?" He paused. "How could you let this happen?"

"Don't worry, Pugsley. It's not your fault that they're jumpy." Morticia said, calmly.

"Jumpy?" Pugsley asked. "Uncle Fester nearly blew their heads off!" He yelled.

"Now, Pugsley. Don't yell at your mother. She's only trying to help you. I'm sure you'll find a girl." Gomez told him.

"You don't understand! I was going to ask her out! That's why I invited her here! I never thought you guys could be so..." Pugsley started.

"Don't start." Mama said.

"Selfish!" Puglsley yelled.

"One who is selfish does not care for others." Wednesday said. "We care, but we will no lie about who we are to impress girls who are..." She shuddered. "Perky."

"Ugh!" Pugsley marched upstairs and shut the door behind him. Who ever thought the cannon blowing, gun shooting Pugsley Addams would change so much over girl.

Morticia felt absolutely awful that night. She was taking her earrings out at her black vanity with cracked mirror in their bedroom that had four black walls with the slightest hint of deep red, and dark brown wooden floors with a walk in closet, and a queen sized bed that had black, silk bedsheets. She felt so sorry for Pugsley.

Gomez was upset too. He could sense his wife's distress. He walked over to her and knelt beside her. "Querida, I'm terribly sorry about all of this." Once she finished taking out her earrings, he kissed her hand.

"Gomez, I'm worried about Pugsley. He's never acted so out of character." She sighed.

"Not since he tried to join the Boy Scout troop five years ago." Gomez remembered. He had to see a phsychiatrist. After that, their boy felt much better and little did they know that the innocent doctor was so overwhelmed he had to see his own phsychiatrist.

"I remember. But the whole family should have helped Pugsley win over that girl and her parents." Morticia said. "The relationship may or may not have worked out, dear but it was important to him."

"I understand. I do feel sorry for our boy. Pubert came home from his weaponry club and Pugsley wouldn't even play Russian Roulette with him." Gomez hurt for Pubert for his youngest had no idea why his brother would not play with him.

"Darling, I don't want to repeat the mistake our families made."

"What do you mean?"

"I mean, arranged marraige was bad enough-"

"To think I could've ended up with Ophelia." Gomez cringed.

"But to drive away any girl or boyfriend you have is even worse. We need to talk with him tommorrow morning." Morticia decided. "To sort things out."

"Tish, that's a wonderful idea. But I do feel your tiring yourself out. Come to bed." Gomez said. He stood and waited. "I know you're upset but please try to get some sleep tonight."

"Alright, mon cher." She crawled into bed next to her husband who desperately fought the urge to kiss her up her arm due to her distress. He didn't have to for much longer.

She leaned in and kissed him, due to her knowing her husband better than he knew himself. And blew out the candles next to them. She looked around for a while until she realized Gomez was not going to sleep until she closed her eyes. So she did. She haden't realized how tired she was until she shut her eyes and fell asleep instantly.

She awoke in the middle of the night, slightly panicked from a dream she could not recall. And realized Gomez was asleep next to her. She decided falling asleep was something she could not do, so she quietly got dressed, put her makeup and earrings on and her black hooded cape and slipped out to the balcony. She looked over at their graveyard and Mr. Thomson's white house fifty acres away. She looked out and realized it was still just as dark, if not darker than it had been when she had fallen asleep. However, she saw something was off with Balthazar Addams' tomb. She walked out of the house and to the tomb. She had a gut feeling something was off. And she as well as everyone else knew her gut feelings were never wrong. And this time was no different.