a/n: Since I finished Where Did We Go Wrong I decided that I should probably update this one. I actually wrote this chapter a while ago, but I couldn't figure out how to finish it.
Anyway, I hope you all enjoy it, let me know if you do (or if you don't).
"Children!" called Morticia absentmindedly, "Come here please."
The children, who were outside playing in the rain, came running back into the house, muddy feet leaving a trail across the living room carpets. Morticia eyed the mess, mentally taking note to ask Lurch to sweep it up later (or perhaps spread it around a bit more). The children stopped obediently at their mother's feet.
"Yes Mother?" asked Pugsley on behalf of himself and his sister.
"Did you feed all of our pets this morning as I asked you to?" Morticia asked.
"I fed Kitty!" announced Wednesday.
"And I helped Grandmama feed the alligator," added Pugsley.
"You fed Cleopatra. You always feed Cleopatra," said Wednesday.
"I left some food in Aristotle's bowl, I couldn't find him," said Pugsley, "but I figured he'll show up when he gets hungry."
"That's very sensible dear," nodded Morticia.
"I fed Homer," said Wednesday, "it took me a whole hour to catch a fly for him."
"And I fed Zelda and Fang," finished Pugsley.
Morticia began counting silently to herself, checking off the numbers on her fingers as she did so, "What about Tristan and Isolde?" she asked.
Wednesday and Pugsley looked at each other, then, guiltily, back at their mother. They shook their heads.
"We're sorry Mother," said Wednesday.
"That's all right darling," said Morticia forgivingly, "it's still morning. Don't worry children, I'm sure your father's fed them something or other."
The children nodded simultaneously, their guilt lifted.
"Can we go finish playing funeral?" asked Pugsley.
"You're playing funeral in the rain?" asked Morticia.
"It always rains at funerals Mother," said Wednesday, matter-of-factly, "so may we go?"
"Of course darlings, have fun," Morticia dismissed them.
Morticia wandered upstairs, looking for her husband. She found him napping on a chaise lounge in their bedroom. Not wanting to disturb his slumber, she lay down on the small piece of furniture beside him. She leaned her head against his chest, listening to each deep breath that he took. Waiting for him to wake up.
It didn't take long, the scent of her perfume wafted in the air around them and made its way to his nose.
Gomez's eyes opened slowly, the lids still heavy from his nap, "Tish."
Morticia sat up upon hearing his voice, "Darling, you're awake."
Gomez sat up, reaching his arms around her waist, leaning his body into hers in a gentle hug, "Happily so, Querida," he said, he began to nuzzle the curve of her neck.
She made a half-hearted effort to push him away, "Gomez darling," she said, "I came in here to ask you a question."
"What question?" Gomez asked.
Morticia searched her brain, trying to remember just what her question was. The rain running down the window, and the touch of her husband had distracted her. She smiled, content, but confused, "I don't remember darling."
"Oh well," said Gomez, he bounded up, startling Morticia slightly. Now on his feet, he clapped his hands together, his enthusiasm building as he became more awake, "Might I suggest a game of checkers?"
"Checkers, Gomez?" asked Morticia.
"Yes, I was dreaming about playing checkers," replied Gomez.
"Oh," said Morticia, "All right darling."
They went downstairs and commenced their game. They'd each taken half of the other's pieces when Fester came into the room.
"Gomez, Morticia," he announced.
They looked up from their game.
"Yes Uncle Fester?" asked Morticia.
"I was just wondering," said Fester, "have the fish been fed yet?"
"Oh yes!" exclaimed Morticia suddenly.
"Oh, okay, it's just that they looked a little hungry," said Fester.
"No," corrected Morticia, "I just meant, oh yes, that's what I forgot. Gomez darling, have you fed Tristan and Isolde today?"
Gomez shook his head in the negative, "No querida, I thought the children were feeding the pets this morning."
"They were, but they forgot the fish," replied Morticia.
"Well, that's okay," said Fester, "Morticia, do you mind if I feed them?"
"Not at all Uncle Fester," replied Morticia.
"I think I'll join you," said Gomez.
"Gomez!" exclaimed Morticia, "what about our game?"
"Querida," reasoned Gomez, "see, in my dream, we only got halfway through our game, then something stopped us. I didn't see what it was. That's why I decided to play it out in real life, to find out. It must have been Fester."
Morticia nodded in understanding, "I'll pack away the game, you can go and help Fester feed the fish."
Gomez kissed her hand in thanks, then he turned around and pulled the noose that hung from the ceiling.
"You rang?"
"Yes Lurch," said Gomez, "I believe I saw some left over yak in the ice box, would you please fetch it. I'm going to feed Tristan and Isolde."
Gomez removed a lit cigar from his pocket and placed it between his lips.
"Yes, Mr. Addams."
Gomez and Fester waited patiently in the living room for Lurch to return with the yak. Fester chatted idly with the fish, who did not chat back.
Lurch drifted into the room, carrying the large slab of meat.
"Ah!" exclaimed Gomez, "You're here!"
Fester removed the top of the fish tank and Gomez took the meat from Lurch.
"Here you are Tristan, Isolde," said Gomez enthusiastically as he dropped the meat into the tank.
The fish thrashed in the water, and promptly hurled the bone back out at Gomez, who ducked, causing it to fly at Lurch, who caught it with ease.
"Hungry, weren't they," commented Fester.
"I'll say," agreed Gomez.
Fester looked at the mounted fish head on the wall, "Do you suppose he's hungry too?"
"Nonsense Fester!" exclaimed Gomez, "why, he's got Cousin Farouk's leg to munch on if he gets hungry."
Lurch moaned and reached up for the leg, he gave it a small shake, in the vain hope that he might prompt the head to finish its snack. It did not.
Gomez eyed the bone, which Lurch had placed delicately on a silver tray, "I'm suddenly feeling a bit peckish," he announced.
Morticia floated into the room, "Gomez darling?"
"Yes Cara?" asked Gomez.
"I've just sat the children down for lunch, would you like to join us?" she asked.
"Ah Tish, you always know exactly what I want!" exclaimed Gomez.
"Of course," replied Morticia, then, coyly, she added, "Bubbeleh."
"Tish! That name!"
Gomez made a dash for her arm. Just as his lips reached the first of her fingertips, his stomach let out an intruding grumble.
Morticia smiled at Gomez, "Lunch first, I think dear, Bubbeleh later."
Gomez nodded feverishly, and allowed her to escort him out of the room, to the lunch table where their equally hungry children awaited a large pot of toadstool stew.