*Author's note* Happy Halloween! Since it is the Addams' most prized holiday, I felt it neccessary to post a chapter before the day was over. Thank you for all the reviews, I'm so glad that you are enjoying and following the story!

"Tish?"

Morticia's wide eyes moved from her blood-soaked hand to Gomez's concerned face. Her mind whirled trying to comprehend what was happening. Tears poured out of her as another gush of warm liquid fell from her womb to soak her pale thighs. Again, her hand fell between her legs, this time it tried to act like a dam to the flood that was overwhelming her figure. Another sharp pain stabbed through her spasming muscles, making her already weak knees threaten to give out. She grabbed Gomez with her free hand. Instantly he tightened his hold on her, supporting her weight as she began to fall.

Gomez stood there unsure of what to do. He could feel Morticia slipping through his hold, her battle with despair dragging her to the floor. As she sank, he went with her. There was no stopping her descent and he refused to let go of her. Her legs folded beneath her, forcing her to sit on the hard floor. There they sat in silence, Morticia crying as she noticed the small pool of blood staining her dress. She turned to Gomez, searching for the strength she suddenly didn't have.

"The baby"

Fear wrapped around his heart, no words of comfort came to his mind. He could see Lurch and Fester lurking a few feet away. Never had Gomez been so unsure of what to do. The welfare of his wife and child was dwindling before his eyes. As calmly as he could, he called for Lurch.

Gently, he tried to convince Morticia to stand but she refused.

"I can't, Mon Cher." Her soft voice whispered. He knew so much was hidden behind the simple words. Everything that had happened was weighing so heavily on her, it was physically restricting. Gomez stroked her hair, offering the only sense of ease he felt able to provide.

The sound of sirens blared as flashes of red and blue light penetrated Gomez's peripheral vision. He could hear yelling and the slam of car doors, but it was all muted by the sound of Morticia's soft cries. The world around him disappeared, a dark abyss of chaos compared to the gentle sobs of sorrow that consumed his ear. Nothing existed besides Morticia. Her heartache poured into his own, mixing seamlessly together. Crushing her frail body against him, Gomez let his tears fall.

Strange hands plied them apart, despite the couple's lethal attachment. Gomez fought as he was dragged away from Morticia, his name being frantically chanted by her chapped lips.

"She's bleeding!" He heard someone yell.

"She's with child!" Gomez yelled, cutting through the noise that filled the melancholic mansion.

His words were heard, and he watched as Morticia was placed on a stretcher. She didn't respond, her pliant body manipulated easily, her glassy eyes searching desperately for his, and her soft raspy voice continually calling his name. Cold metal was wrapped around Gomez's wrists as he watched them take Morticia out of the house.

"Cara Mia!" He called out as they shut the door of the ambulance. "I need to be with her!"

The police ignored his pleas, reciting his miranda rights as they pulled him and Fester outside. His eyes wouldn't leave the ambulance, following its flashing lights as it sped down the driveway. Gomez was shoved in the back of the car, a whirlwind of noises suddenly stopping with the bang of the door.

"This is bad, Gomez."

Gomez stared blankly at Fester.

"Mama will pay the bail."

"Gomez, Balthazar is dead." Gomez's brows furrowed in confusion. "Did you not hear what the police were saying?" Gomez shook his head.

"They think we murdered him!"

"Us!?"

Fester nodded.

The voices of the officers standing outside the car drew Gomez's attention. He could only catch muffled words through the window, but there was no doubt they were talking about Morticia. When one officer mentioned a possible gun-shot wound, Gomez banged his head against the glass to get their attention.

"No! That's wrong! Something is wrong with the baby! Tell them it's the baby!"

An officer opened the driver's side door.

"Hey! Settle down!"

"Please! My wife, she is with child and she started bleeding. She wasn't shot! That bastard threw her down the stairs! He could've hurt the baby! Morticia was unconscious for minutes!"

The officer was overwhelmed with everything Gomez was saying.

"Calm down, Sir. We'll take your statement when we get to the precinct."

"Where did they take her? I need to be with her!"

A whispered voice stole the officer's attention from outside the car, when his eyes returned to Gomez they were filled with suspicion.

"I was just informed that she isn't your wife, so I cannot give you any further information."

"That is an outrage!"

"Sir, you need to calm down!"

"I will not calm down until I know where you have taken her!"

"Listen pal, that lady's husband is face down on the stairs and you two were the only ones around when he croaked. If I were you, I wouldn't be giving any more motive!"

Gomez wanted to counter saying that Balthazar's death was no loss, but he held his tongue. As the car started, and he and Fester were taken to the police station, he stared out the window lost in his thoughts. Worry gnawed at his soul, as he envisioned his dark orchid all alone in the hospital. Although Morticia had proved to be mentally strong countless times, her body was battered and her world was turned upside down. His beautiful dark goddess was alone as she confronted the possibility that the life she carried inside her was destroyed by hate.

"Don't worry, Tish. I'm coming."

Gomez whispered, not caring if his companions heard the promising words to his absent beloved.