A/N: Gomez's POV! Part two...

Gomez's POV

My world fell apart when Mrs. Frump announced that Ophelia and I were to be married, and I caught the look on Morticia's face. She looked dead, lifeless. Beautiful. But I could tell that she was about to start sobbing. The instant she lifted herself from the chair and charged up to her room, I ran out of the house. Tears of my own spilled down silently onto my shirt. I ran home, slamming the front door and sprinting up to my room. Why Ophelia? Her and Morticia were the same age. Why didn't I have to marry Morticia? Kitty-cat came in through my bedroom door, purring loudly. I smiled a bit, Kitty-cat's pressence making it a bit easier. "Oh Kitty-cat, what is our world coming to?" I sighed, petting his fur.

A couple of Hours Later

"Gomez, dear. Come down, please." I heard mother call up the stairs. Letting out a groan, I reluctantly got up off of my bed, and slumped down the stairs lazily. Mother motoined for me to go sit on the sofa with her, and I did as she instructed. "Gomez. Do you want to marry Ophelia?" She asked, her eyes singed with sadness at seeing her son so depressed.

"Of course not mother!" I replied, throwing my hands up in the air. "She's obnoxious, and concieted, and strong. Mother she just isn't for me!" I explained, putting my head in my hands. "Why can't you just, replace me? With Fester!" I suggested, looking at my older brother, who stood at the doorway between the sitting room and the kitchen.

"Now you know that he is much to old for her. Practically by three years!" Mother exclaimed, motioning to Fester, who just rolled his eyes and shrugged his shoulders. "I'm not forcing you to marry her. But i'm afraid Hester insists on it! And you and I both bloody know that she is only after the money." Mother added, mentioning Mrs. Frump with such distaste.

"Let her have our money! I don't want it! We don't have anything to do with it! I don't want it, you don't want it, and what would Fester do with it?" I urged, looking over at Fester, who was practicing his electriticity. A light bulb rested in his mouth, flickering on and off. "I don't want the money. I want Morticia." I confessed, collapsing on the sofa. I hadn't even realized that I was standing. "I want her long, beautiful, black locks. I want her slim figure, pale and cold. I want her burning red lips, and her beautiful green eyes." I groaned. I was lovesick.

"Then go for it!" Fester shrieked. I looked over at him, surprised. The boy hasn't said a word this entire day. "Gomez, if you really love Morticia, why don't you kidnap her?" He asked, smiling and nodding his head. I thought about it.

"Thats a great idea, Fester!" I exclaimed, getting up from the sofa and patting my brother on the back.

"No, it most certaintly is not!" Argued Mama. "Where would you take, anyway? You have to face this situation sooner or later." She scolded.

"But why can't Morticia get married to Gomez? Hester gets her money, and Gomez gets his girl! Everyone's happy!" Fester giggled.

"Yes, what a great idea. Mama, will you say something to Mrs. Frump? Maybe suggest this idea to her?" I pleaded, sitting down by Mama. I took her hands in mine, and stared at her. "Please Mama, please. It would mean the world to me, and Morticia. We'd be the happiest people alive! Ophelia doesn't even want to marry me. She was far more happy with RJ." I spoke quickly. Mama looked at me, then turned away and looked back at me.

"I suppose I could mention it to her." She gave in. I smiled broadly and hugged her, racing up to my room.

Morticia's POV

"I'll get the door, mother!" I chanted through the house, making my way from my room to the front of the house. I heard a faint "ok." Once I opened the door, i saw that it was Mrs. Addams. "Oh, hello Mrs. Addams." I said disappointedly.

"Oh, do not worry dear. I'm here to make everything better. For you and Gomez." She insisted. I let her in, and she asked for mother.

"Oh, she's not quite ready right now. She just went to bathe." I explained, sitting down on an armchair. "Do you mind if I smoke? Mother doesn't approve, but I can't help it at times. I'm trying to quit." Once I got the answer that she was ok with me smoking, I folded my hands across my chest, and concentrated. Soon clouds of smoke erupted from my body. Mrs. Addams didn't look alarmed at this, she merely smiled at me sweetly. I was, of course, the only one in my family that did this. My sister was completely oblivious and fascinated at how I could do it, yet mother was very disappointed in me when she rarely caught me doing it. It felt good, releasing all the stress from my body. "You could just wait here until mother is ready." I mentioned.

"Do you want to know how this is all going to work out? How you and Gomez will be happy, with your mother being happy as well? I can't gaurentee Ophelia's happiness, but she has very little to do with this. Maybe she'll get a chance to get together with RJ." Mrs. Addams explained. I nodded my head. She told me of how she was here to try and convince mother to let Gomez marry me, instead of Ophelia. So that she gets her money, and I get my husband. And I had no doubt that mother was after their fortune.

"That sounds like a very reasonable plan, Mrs. Addams. I'm almost positive it will work." I smiled at her.

"Morticia, who was at the door?" A stern voice asked from the top of the stairs. I turned around and there was mother, looking down on me and Mrs. Addams.

"It's Mrs. Addams, mother. She would like to have a word." I answered. Mother came downstairs and sat on the couch.

"I would like to speak about the marriage." Mrs. Addams stated.

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