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There was no doubt that— in every iteration of the known universe where they existed at the same time— the constant among so many variables was the intense love between Morticia and Gomez Addams. So it came to no one’s surprise that even now, as they watch generation after generation of new Addams’, their love remains just as fiery as the day they met.
Christmas was nearing and the two knew exactly what their children would enjoy.
They were ready.
So as the pair settled into bed, arms wrapped around each other, they began to reminisce. Of what, devil only knows. But ‘tis the season and all.
The First Christmas
It’s been two months since they’ve been married. They had both agreed not to get each other anything, they had both broken that agreement. Gomez, with his new watch; Morticia, with her vulture. Both cuddled up under a thick blanket by the fireplace of an old cottage Gomez had gotten just for them for the holiday. When they slept, they dreamt of a stray ember, landing on the blanket and burning them alive. It had to be the most romantic dream they could’ve asked for.
Their second Christmas was far less romantic.
This time, they both obeyed the “no gifts” rule; caught up in the frustration of holiday shopping and prepping for visiting family members. Aunts, uncles, and cousins came from all around to see the young couple. Which meant a lot of cooking was in order. Morticia and Mama were set on the food, while Lurch and Gomez readied the rooms.
When the first bell rang, all bets were off. Lurch opened the door for a flood of people to come rushing in. The few who were trampled luckily either had no bones, no nerve endings, or enjoyed the experience and couldn’t wait for round two. The rest of the day went on without a hitch.
Cousin Vlad flirted with Morticia, unsuccessfully, but managed to grab the attention of her older sister, Ophelia. Cousin Countess Aphasia du Berry was discussing make-up tips and tricks with Aunt Anaphylaxis. Aunt Phobia and Uncle Tic were dancing, happily stepping on each others toes. And it appeared that Cousin Howard lost her head… again.
Luckily, she was just playing volley ball with the kids.
Gomez watched his nieces and nephews play with a twinge of something he never felt before.
It occurred to him later, when all ghouls and goblins and bats alike were fast asleep, that he wanted more from this marriage than he asked for. He worried all night until dawn of Christmas morning, having not slept a wink.
“Querida… Morticia, my dear,” Gomez hesitated.
“Yes, my love?” She sleepily answered back.
Gomez gulped. “I was wondering about, well, our dying. And who would be there to watch the light leaving our eyes.”
Morticia became wide awake at this, but did not make a move to show her anticipation.
“Of course, you needn’t worry about this if you don’t want to yet. Or ever!” He took her hand and kissed it softly. “I’ll love you till the last remnants of the universe disintegrate into nothingness. And even then, a speck of what once made up me will call out for you.”
She didn’t speak. Wouldn’t speak for what felt like hours to Gomez.
“Querida..?” He started again, anxiety trailing down his neck. “I- I’m sorry if I offended you, my dear. Please, forget I said anything.”
“Two or three,” she blurted out. Her face flushed with embarrassment, disrupting her signature pallor.
Gomez held his breath. “What?” He whispered. Excitement and love pumping painfully in his heart.
“I- uh. Um. Two or three… children. We never spoke of having them but,” she took a deep breathe, as if trying to find the courage to speak, but couldn’t.
“We got married practically the day we met,” Gomez gently reminded.
Husband and wife looked at each other with adoration.
Morticia snuggled in closer until her head was directly on his chest. “Starting a family with you… I’ve been thinking about it for quite some time. I just couldn’t work up the nerve to say something.”
“Why?” He kissed her the top of her head.
“I was afraid of the answer,” she humorlessly laughed. “How foolish of me.”
Gomez hummed. “Terrible how two foolish people fell unhappily in love with each other.”
Morticia smiled. “Unhappily, indeed.”