Author's note: Don't mind that I fast forwarded the wedding part to the end- no-one wants to sit through a whole wedding I'm sure. Anyway, this is it. Last chapter. Please leave a review and let me know what you think of it. I'm rather sad to be ending this. You'll have to expect some more one-shots from me in the not too distant future after this

Disclaimer: I do not own, nor do I claim to own, the Addams Family in any of it's forms

Wednesday bobbed slowly up the aisle on the arm of her father. Reaching the alter (constructed very beautifully from Fester's best lightbulbs and illuminated by the adoring uncle who sat crosslegged on the floor next to it, cable dangling from his ear) Gomez took his daughter's hand and placed it very gently in Lucas's. He kissed Wednesday lightly on the forehead and then turned and gave Lucas a warning look, before wrapping the young man in a hug. Morticia shifted over in her seat as Gomez joined her. He encompassed his tearful wife in his arms and they both turned their attention to the wedding.

Cousin Itt warbled and wobbled as he spoke.

"I do," Wednesday replied.

Cousin Itt turned his attention to Lucas

"Do you, Lucas Beineke," Wednesday translated quietly so that her family wouldn't notice his inability to understand Itt's accent.

Cousin Itt squealed merrily, his top hat almost bouncing off his head.

"Take Wednesday Addams to be your dreadfully wedded wife."

"I do," Lucas beamed at Wednesday.

Cousin Itt was almost bouncing on the spot as he excitedly pronounced the pair man and wife. Wednesday grabbed at her new husband and kissed him deeply.

"Oh Gomez!" Morticia cried, struggling to find her handkerchief. "Our little girl is gone!"

Thing passed her a handkerchief which she used to dab at her eyes.

"Oh cara," Gomez kissed her free hand gently. "She's not really gone, they'll still be living with us."

Wednesday and Lucas made their way through the crowds to their parents. Alice was the first one up, engulfing the pair in a hug.

"Mom, you're getting your mascara on us," Lucas struggled out of her grip, and turned to face Morticia and Gomez. "I'll talk good care of her."

"Good, because you know what'll happen if you don't," Gomez said sternly.

Lucas gave him a curious look, then noticed Morticia looking vaguely over the graveyard. He gave a small shudder and then nodded.

"You don't need to worry, Father," Wednesday had finally escaped her mother-in-law's grasp. "Lucas would never hurt me."

Gomez smiled, "I know paloma, I can't help but worry though."

"Come Lucas," Wednesday took her husband's hand. "It's time to go, Death Valley awaits us."

"Ah, Death Valley," Morticia let out a happy sigh as the young couple walked away. "Gomez bubbeleh, do you remember our first trip to Death Valley?"

"Tish, you know what that word does to me!" Gomez was kissing her neck in an instant. "Of course I remember our first trip, our third anniversary. Pugsley was born just a few months later."

He suddenly froze and backed up, looking his wife in the eye with terror, "Tish? We might become grandparents..."

She reached up and touched the corners of her eyes, sharing his thought, "Oh Gomez, I forgot about grandchildren."

Wednesday and Lucas had been married for almost a year when they came downstairs to find Gomez and Morticia playing with the trains in the library. Lucas had never actually seen anyone in the library reading a book, all they ever seemed to do was blow up the trains. Morticia had her hands on the controls, slowly increasing the speed of the trains as they hurtled towards the bridge. Gomez stood with his hand on the plunger, his eyes almost bugging out of his head with excitement. He pushed it down and the windows rattled as the room lit up with the explosives. Morticia let out a small chuckle at her bounding husband as he circled the room proclaiming his joy at the explosion with whoops and cheers.

"That was the best one yet, Tish!"

"A lovely explosion Father," Wednesday added.

"Oh, Wednesday, Lucas, I didn't see you there," Gomez stopped his celebration and walked back to his wife, taking her hand. "Are you to off anywhere today?"

"Yes, we are as a matter of fact," Wednesday replied.

"Where to today?" Morticia approached the pair, her arms hovering above her hips. "The funeral parlor? Visiting a relative? Perhaps you'll see Alice and Mal?"

"Actually, Mother, we're going to the doctors," Wednesday told her.

"The doctors?" Morticia frowned. "Your sick?"

"No."

"Lucas is sick?"

He shook his head.

"The doctor is sick?" she tilted her head curiously, running out of options. "Is Cleopatra sick?"

"No-one's sick Mother," Wednesday chuckled. "I'm pregnant."

"What?!" Gomez bounded over, a sword already pointed at Lucas' neck.

"Calm down Father," Wednesday lowered the weapon with a fingertip. "We're not certain yet. That's why we're going to the doctor."

"Grandmama could whip you up a test in an instant," Morticia told her, much calmer than her other half.

"Well, Lucas wants to use a doctor. He seems to think they're trustworthy."

"Trustworthy?" Gomez hollered. "Is it at least a witch doctor?"

Lucas shook his head, "It's the same doctor that looked after my mother when she was expecting me."

"Then there's something wrong with him!" Gomez declared. "No man could get out of a conversation with your mother and still have his mind in tact."

"You've had conversations with my mother," Lucas pointed out.

"Exhibit A!" Gomez shouted.

"Gomez, calm down," Morticia instructed, her voice gentle, yet forceful.

He pouted, but obliged.

"Now, off you two run," Morticia waved them out the door. "And hurry back with those results. If there's a new Addams on the way we'd better start preparing."

"Thank you Mother," Wednesday smiled briefly before hurrying off with her husband in tow.

"Tish, how can you be so calm?" Gomez asked, hanging his sword back on the wall.

"Remember how happy we were when we found out we were expecting Pugsley?" Morticia made her way across the room to her husband. "Wednesday deserves that too."

"I suppose you're right," he took her in his arms. "She's not our little girl anymore, is she?"

Morticia shook her head sadly, before adding with a soft smile, "I just hope that it's a girl, and that she brings them as much joy and dread as Wednesday gave us."