Gomez inched as far from Ophelia as he could at the breakfast table without being noticed. His new wife would playfully grasp his arm while she kept up the jovial small talk with their mothers and Uncle Fester. Morticia still hadn't joined them, and Gomez was growing worried that she would refuse to come down at all. Lurch was packing his and Ophelia's bags, Mrs. Frump had arranged for them to leave for their honeymoon right after they ate. Gomez worried that he would be sent off to Niagara Falls without the joy of seeing Morticia one last time. He didn't want to go anywhere with Ophelia, but he figured that at least he could drown under the magnificent power of the falls. Ophelia's love of water had inspired the location for their honeymoon, Gomez had no say in the decision. He seemed to have no say in any marital decision so far.

Creeping in silently, Morticia hurriedly took the empty seat across from Gomez before her appearance was commented on. Unfortunately, she was unsuccessful in her attempt to be unnoticed.

"Ah there's my other daughter! It's about time you came down. You need to wish your sister and brother in law a happy honeymoon. They'll be leaving shortly."

Morticia lowered her eyes, embarrassed to be chastised by her mother in front of everyone.

"I hope you both have a wonderful time." She offered meekly, her eyes still focused on the table.

"Thank you, dear Morticia. I'm sure we will." Ophelia beamed, once again squeezing at Gomez's flesh. Her husband was completely unresponsive to her, his eyes fixed on the girl across from him. He took in every detail of her appearance, the braided hair adorned with large satin bows, the loose fitting short dress that hid her enticing figure, the pale traces of powder that hid his marks of love on her neck. It drove him wild to know that she was his, yet he was devastated by the fact that he could openly express his affection. Unwavering, his eyes remained on her pale face earnestly hoping he would capture a moment of pure eye contact. Slowly, her sapphire eyes raised to meet his. The sadness that dulled their sparkle broke his heart. In their few stolen seconds, they wordlessly conveyed a lifetime of undying love.

"Gomez," his name slipped from her lips. In a panic, she tried to cover her mistake. "Would you pass the scrambled ostrich eggs?" The way she had said his name confirmed the look they shared. He knew that Morticia was as desperately in love with him as he was with her. A wide grin spread across his face, as he blindly reached to grab the platter beside him. When she went to take it from his outstretched hands, Gomez grabbed her fingers. The contact was brief, but it took her breath away. They were lost in each other, ignorant of everyone else around them.

The minutes rushed by, leaving Gomez standing in the foyer with no clue how he got there. Ophelia was dictating how to arrange the bags in the car to a grunting Lurch, who patiently complied. He only felt his life return when he sensed her presence behind him. Turning, he came face to face with his beloved. She held Marie Antoinette in the crook of her arm and Cleopatra's cage in her hand. There were only centimeters between their bodies, the closeness intoxicating them both.

"Say goodbye, Morticia."

Mrs. Frump impatiently waited for her youngest daughter. Morticia offered Gomez her right hand for a handshake, but he boldly brought it to his lips. She held her breath as she felt his lips caress her skin. Tears threatened to form when she realized that this was their last moment. Never again, would she feel Gomez's amorous touch. He let himself linger on her pale flesh just a little too long. When he was finally pulled away from her, Morticia felt her heart rip. Nothing mattered now that she couldn't be happy. She embraced Ophelia before dutifully following her mother to their car. As she climbed in, she looked back to the beautiful Addams' house and spotted Gomez watching her from the window. Confident that no one was paying attention to her, she puckered her lips sending him one last kiss. Neither was aware that their secret moment had indeed been observed by a silent onlooker.