This is an episode addition to the Christmas With the Addams Family:

"Ah Gomez, thank you again! This is such a sensible Christmas gift," Morticia states, as she looks lovingly at her new double bass.

"The minute I saw it, I said, 'That's Morticia.'"

"Darling!" She purrs.

Gomez lights a cigar.

"Gomez, dear, aren't you going to use the cigar lighter I gave you for Christmas?"

"Of course." He puts his lit match into his pocket, extinguishing it, then relights the cigar, using his foot powered lighter."Best cigar lighter I ever had."

"Hi, Gomez." Fester greets, as he returns from running errands.

"Ah! Dear Uncle Fester."

"Were you able to change Pugsley's bows and arrows for a chemistry set?"

"Yep! I showed him how to use it, too," he proudly answers. "Taught him how to mix just the right combination of sulfur, charcoal, and saltpeter. Makes wonderful fudge!"

"Fudge?" Gomez shrieks. "It makes gunpowder!"

"Oh! Don't be redic..." Suddenly, there's an explosion. "I could've sworn it made fudge!" Fester walks out in disbelief.

"Wonderful Christmas!" Gomez exclaims, as he joins his wife by the tree.

"Yes, Darling! There's only one thing missing."

"Querida, what?"

Morticia sets her double bass down. Taking his hands in hers, she leads him underneath the mistletoe, and places his hand on her midsection. "This!" She plants a soft kiss on his cheek.

Gomez is surprised! "Tish," he begins softly, "are you?" They hadn't been trying for another baby, but secretly Gomez has wanted a third child for a couple years.

"I am!"

Fester, Mamá, and the kids listen with curiosity. Mamá grins from ear to ear, knowing exactly where this conversation is going.

"When?"

"In about seven months. Remember that moonlit night on Halloween...?"

"You mean, when we...?" He finishes that sentence, whispering in her ear.

Wednesday giggles.

"Yes, Darling!" she purrs.

"Cara Mia!" He plants kisses up her right arm, concluding on that favourite spot of his on her neck. "This is the best Christmas present ever."

"Mon cher," she coos, stroking the side of his face.

"Tish!" Gomez takes her left arm, and begins planting kisses. "That's French!"

The mother-to-be spies the family, sitting on the steps, listening intently. "Darling, I think we have a few eavesdroppers!"

"Good ole Great Uncle Gumshoe must be around here somewhere."

"Not him." She points toward the staircase. "Them!"

As the happy couple makes their way back into the parlour, the family swarms the new parents-to-be.

"Are you bringing me a baby sister?" Wednesday giggles.

"No, a brother!" Pugsley scowls. "And we can name it Pugsley. It's a very good name and everyone should have it."

"No," Wednesday disagrees, "If they're gonna name the baby after anybody, it'll be called Wednesday Junior. It's the perfect name!"

"Darlings," Morticia interrupts, "Let's wait until the baby's born before we go jumping ahead with names."

"A baby!" Uncle Fester rejoices. "I can teach the little tyke how to make light bulbs blink." He pulls a 60 watt from his pocket, sticks it in his mouth, and makes it blink.

Mamá beams.

"Mamá!" Gomez grins, "You've known all this time."

"I have, son, and it was so hard to keep it a secret."

"Mamá guessed."

"When I spotted you eating some of Fester's San Pedro cactus, I knew you had to be expecting. The last time I saw you do that, you were pregnant with Wednesday."

Morticia swoons. Gomez catches her before she hits the ground. "Tish?"

"I just need to sit down," she huffs.

He walks her to her wicker chair and she sits.

"I'll get you some of my henbane and ginger tea," Mamá volunteers. She returns with a bubbling cup. "I brought you my special blend. It really helped me when I was expecting this devil here," she added fondly nodding her head towards Gomez who was standing next to his wife, an unmistakable grin on his face. "You were particularly fond of it when you were expecting Pugsley."

"Thank you, Mamá."

Pugsley and Wednesday become bored. "Let's try out the bow and arrow I kept!"

"Yeah!"

"Uncle Fester, will you play with us?"

"I've got a bunch of apples. You two can try to shoot them off my head."

"May we, Mother?"

"All right. Run along. Be careful not to hit your uncle in the head. It'll ruin the arrows."

"Yes, Mother!" Pugsley calls, as they run off.

"Mamá," Gomez begins, "how did you...?"

"How did I tell Morticia I figured it out? I just confronted her directly."

"Ah yes!" Morticia remembers. "I was making fried cactus chips and..."


Flashback

Morticia places fried cactus chips onto a paper towel to cool. Her stomach growls, as she inhales the scent. "In a few minutes, child. Mother will feed you some chips." She gets a bowl out of the cupboard and helps herself to a bowl full.

Mamá walks into the kitchen and notices what her daughter-in-law is eating. "Morticia?"

"Want some? I made them fresh."

"Aren't those...?" She asks, eyeing her suspiciously.

"Fried cactus chips!"

"Aren't those from Fester's garden? I saw you harvesting a couple about an hour ago. And I seem to have found some cactus popsicles in the freezer. I know Uncle Fester doesn't like popsicles."

Morticia swallows, knowing she's been caught.

Mamá studies the young woman. "You're pregnant, aren't you?"

"How?"

"I remember you couldn't get enough of his cactus when you were expecting Wednesday. Also, your dress is looking a little tight on you and you've got that rosy glow again."

Morticia smiles, eating another chip.

"Congratulations!" She embraces the younger woman. "Does Gomez know?"

"I think he suspects, but I haven't told him yet. I'm waiting until Christmas. It's only a month away."

"I won't tell." Mamá giggles. "This is so exciting! A new baby!"

"Remember, Mamá. Not a word!"

End of flashback


"I wondered and I was going to ask you later," Gomez confesses.

"What tipped you off?"

Mamá takes this moment to exit.

"I've noticed sometimes you've been sick in the mornings and your..." he whispers into her ear.

Morticia giggles. "Bubbeleh."

"Tish!" He kisses her up and down her left arm. "That word. It drives me wild!"

"Gomez! Careful! I've got hot tea here." She finishes her cup and places it on the table beside her.

"How are you feeling?"

"Much better. Mamá's tea always hits the spot." She smiles. "The baby's craving some cactus chips."

Gomez rings the bell.

"You rang!"

"Lurch, the baby's craving some cactus chips."

The butler is confused. "Baby, sir?"

"Oh! That's right!" Morticia realises. "You don't know yet. I'm having a baby, Lurch."

"Congratulations, Missus Addams."

"Thank you, Lurch. See if Mamá has any cactus chips in the pantry."

"Yes, Missus Addams." He returns with two bags. "Cactus chips, Missus Addams."

Morticia chooses the one in his left hand. "Thank you, Lurch."

He takes his leave, putting the remaining back.

"Would you like one, Gomez?"

"No thanks. Fester's cactus gives me an upset stomach."

Morticia yawns.

"Tired?"

"Yes," she yawns.

Gomez scoops his wife, chip bag still in her hand, up in his arms. "Let's get you two to bed."

"Merry Christmas, Bubbeleh!"

"Merry Christmas, Querida Mia."

-Fin-