"Good morning, cara mia." Gomez stroked his encantadora's cheek while she woke up.

"Ah, good morning, mon cher." Morticia responded, smiling.

"How was your night, my dearest?" Gomez inquired, using his other hand to bring hers to his lips.

"Wonderful." Morticia replied. "With you, it always is."

"Happy anniversary, mi corazón." Gomez situated her to sit in his lap when she fully awoke. He kissed her neck.

"I've been able to proudly call you mine now twenty years." Morticia looked out of their bedroom window. The crying sky was nothing but grey. "It's a miserable morning."

"I know, darling." Gomez responded.

"What time is it?" Morticia asked, adjusting herself, comfortably.

"Time for you to open your present." Gomez said, excitedly.

"I thought that lovely restaurant was my present?"

Gomez shook his head. "Tish, what kind of husband would I be if that was all I got you after twenty years of making me the happiest man in this world?"

Morticia put a hand atop his. "You wouldn't be the kind that you are."

Gomez grabbed two, black present bags off of the nightstand. "And what kind is that?" He asked, pushing Morticia's hair over her shoulder.

"The best." She replied.

"I promise, Tish, I never looked at mine. I requested Lurch bring these up." Gomez said.

"I believe you." Morticia took one of the bags. It had her initials painted on it, in crimson. "Thank you, mon amour."

"Alright, open yours first." Gomez prompted.

Morticia nodded, seeing as he seemed very excited about it. She then pulled a black card, decorated with ivory and written with white calligraphy. She kissed him. "It's beautiful."

Gomez began to read the writing over her shoulder. He cleared his throat. "Happy Anniversary, cara mia."

Morticia flipped open the card, and the bats in her heart fluttered at his words.

"Two hearts." Gomez began to recite the poem he had written for her.

"Two hearts, I believe, are destined to meet,

And mine, was destined to find you.

It was nothing but an empty, useless filling in my chest,

Until I laid eyes upon you.

"Your beauty was enough,

To give my heart a beat,

Your soul was enough,

To paint my transparent heart black,

Your heart was enough,

To give my own a purpose,

A meaning,

A reason.

"A life can be meaningless,

Filled with only a void,

A life can be purposeful,

Filled with just that… filling.

A life can be passionate,

Filled with such an immense love,

That the heart has no choice,

But to relinquish itself to the one,

It was destined to be made whole with."

"Gloomy is life,

Macabre is death,

Beauty is you,

Your joy gives me breath.

"Fortune is dull,

Misfortune is doleful,

My treasure is you,

Filling my soul full."

"My angel of darkness,

My goddess of night,

My queen of enchantment,

My bewitching light,

Mi amore de mi vida,

My only delight."

"I love you, my dearest,

My life, you did save,

In regards to my being,

I am your slave.

My joy is your joy,

I cry when you cry,

For you, I would kill,

For you, I would die.

You are my oxygen,

Your love is my world,

I could go on for eternity,

Querida, I would.

I worship you,

My bewitching light.

Happy anniversary,

My goddess of night.

Two hearts, I believe, are destined to meet,

And mine, was destined to find you."

Gomez squeezed her waist as he read the rest of the card. "You are my life, my death and my everything, cara mia. I meant every passionate syllable that I have ever spoken or written to you. I love you, Tish. Happy 20th anniversary, and I look forward to a lifetime of glorious years to come."

Morticia turned her head to meet his eyes. "Gomez, that's beautiful."

"I wrote it for you the week we arrived home." Gomez explained.

"Oh, darling… I love it." Morticia replied. "I love you, happy anniversary."

"Happy anniversary, querida." Gomez kissed her. "There's more."

"Gomez, I couldn't possibly ask for anything more."

"And you don't have to ask." Gomez said and sat his chin on her shoulder. "Now, open the rest of your present."

Morticia then opened the bag to reveal an enchanting, twenty million-dollar ring. It was black with a rose design entirely made of rubies. Raised, black diamond bat wings came off of the rose. Engraved on the inside of the ring was Tish, the first nickname that Gomez had ever called her.

Gomez slipped it onto her finger, a perfect fit. "Do you like it, cara mia?"

"Oh, Gomez, I adore it." Morticia stared at it. It was enchanting. "Where did you find it?"

"I didn't." Gomez said and kissed her shoulder. "I had it made."

"You had this made?"

"Yes. Although no ring could ever be as enthralling as you are, Tish… I wanted something for you that would be at least half as beautiful." Gomez explained.

"Gomez, this is… what did I do to deserve this?" Morticia asked.

"Easy, you've been and forever will be my greatest and only true passion, mi amore." Gomez replied.

"Thank you, mon cher. I adore it."

"Good, because there's one more thing." Gomez said.

Morticia shook her head. "You spoil me, darling."

"And I will continue to, until the day I die." Gomez told her. "And even after." He said. "I will be bringing you blood sacrifices when we're ghosts, mi reina."

"Gomez, that's so romantic." Morticia remarked as she reached into the bag. She handed it to Gomez and he set in on the table. When she realized what was in her pale, delicate hands, all she could do was smile. "Tickets to a cruise on the Black Sea."

"It's been too long since I've taken you on a cruise, mi encantadora." Gomez explained. "We leave in two weeks."

"Thank you, darling. For everything." Morticia kissed him, then gracefully gestured toward his present.

Gomez pulled a note out of the bag. "Do I read this first?" He asked.

"No." Morticia said. "I do."

Gomez kissed her neck.

Morticia then began to read her note/card. "Happy Anniversary, Mon Amour. You are everything to me. Without you, I would be nothing but a puddle on the ground. Quite ironic, actually, considering that that is what you reduce me to. All you have to do to make me weak is look at me, mon diable, and I'm gone. You tell me often that I saved you, and I believe you. But believe me when I tell you that you saved me. You saved me from a life of loneliness, and hurt. And on more than one occasion, you saved me from she who shall not be named."

Gomez grimaced at the mention of Ophelia.

Morticia continued. "But I want you to know that I would not want to, nor could I ever, live without you, Gomez. Losing you would mean losing everything. And no, I am not a better person than you are. You, my darling, are strong and charming and caring, and passionate. That passion, that is one of the first things I was attracted to when we met. That passion… and your laugh. I love you, Gomez, with everything I have. I appreciate every single thing about you and the way you treat me. But know that you, yourself is what makes me happy, mon cher. Thank you, for being my saving grace.

-Je t'aime, Tish."

Gomez gently took her chin in his hand and turned her head to face him. "Cara mia, that was beautiful."

"It was true."

Gomez kissed her. "Thank you, my darling."

Morticia smiled. "Open the rest of your present."

Gomez then opened the rest of it, and set the bag on the nightstand. He was happily astonished at what he found. It was a beautifully crafted, black cigar holder, encrusted with rubies and black diamonds. Going along the side, in elegant crimson font was Gomez's nickname, Mon Diable.

He grinned. "You, my dearest, have outdone yourself. This is the second-best anniversary gift I have ever received."

Morticia raised an eyebrow. "What was the first?"

"Your happiness." Gomez kissed her.

"Je t'aime, mon cher." Morticia purred.

"Eres divina…" Gomez leaned in.

"Mon sauvage…" Morticia cupped his cheeks, turning in his arms.

One arm squeezed her waist while the other rested on her back and pulled her closer, going deeper into their shared kiss.

He ran his fingers through her hair and as things progressed, she was under him. As his lips, warm and passionate left a trail down her body, all the lovers could concentrate on was one another. That was it. They were very fortunate that Lurch and Thing were making themselves scarce today, and Esmeralda was taking the children out to her Witches Anonymous meeting for most of the day. They had the house to themselves.

At this realization, they finished their lovemaking session within a couple of hours, and spent the day the way that wished they could have when Sensus Inversus fell upon them.

The radio blaring in the wonderfully gloomy living room, their eccentrically macabre furniture pushed out, leaving the large room spacious enough so that they could dance. And they did. They danced, in their best clothes, even though they weren't going anywhere. They danced for hours.

Showering his wife in affection, Gomez twirled about the room with her all day, holding her in his strong arms, never to let her go. He kissed her up her arm, and devoured her neck, rocked her back and forth and waltzed by the fire on that cold, stormy day on October 13th like it was his job.

Morticia twirled in her husband's arms and gazed into his dark eyes. "Tu es tout pour moi, mon amour." She said, softly.

"Y tu eres mio, mi hermosa diosa." Gomez replied and kissed her hand.

Ring.

Morticia sighed. "I'll get it, darling." Still in her husband's arm, she took the phone off of the mantle and answered. "Hello? Addams residence. Mrs. Addams speaking."

"Morticia, dear, hello. I know we said and did some things I know I regret. Umm, I understand that we haven't talked in a while but if I could just have a moment of your time, I- " Ophelia was cut off. She had been living in a cold, cramped attic for the past month. When she finally did get out of that basement, she ended up having to take a job as a scullery maid in a convent full of nuns. Religious, angry nuns.

"Pardon me, who is this?" Morticia questioned.

"It's, it's Ophelia." Ophelia took a deep breath. "But as I was saying, if I could just-" She heard no background noise. "Hello?" Ophelia then began to perspire, panicking. "Hello? Morticia?" Ophelia paused, then. It was then, that she finally realized her sister had disconnected… for good. "Oh, god."

Morticia hung up on her, and Gomez had chucked the phone to the side, having heard the conversation.

"How dare she-"

Morticia put a delicate finger to her husband's lips. "I refuse to let this ruin our day. That, that would be letting her win. Now," She wrapped her arm arms around Gomez's neck. "Dance with me."

So, he did. Whatever he was about to do was forgotten, and they danced well into the night.

Gomez had made his black angel dinner that night, and now, it was quite late. Morticia lied in his arms on the couch, while Gomez sat and showered her in affection during the last activity of the night. They were watching their favourite movie, Hellraiser.

Gomez bit down on her neck.

"Mmm…" Morticia moaned. "Do it again."

He did, and drew blood. No scream, no matter how shrill, could send chills down Morticia's spine like Gomez could.

Sensing that she was becoming tired, Gomez put one of the more comfortable pillows behind her and rubbed her shoulders, still not through with her neck.

"Happy Anniversary, mon beau diable." Morticia yawned.

Gomez kissed her. "Happy anniversary, mi amore de mi vida."

Morticia then began to drift off, and Gomez was reminded of another reason why he loved that woman. She could fall asleep during Hellraiser.

He kissed her goodnight, then, not stopping quite yet, and using one hand to pull up the warm, black blanket so she wouldn't get cold.

Then, when he sensed she was asleep, he wrapped his arms around her, protectively… just as the credits rolled.

So yes, yes Ophelia Frump had tried to steal Gomez away from her, but unsuccessful was she. Nothing in the history of everything, could ever truly tear Gomez away from his only.

Morticia slept, finally, safe and comfortable on that couch, because she was in the arms of her beloved. Her beloved, who could turn anything from a mattress into a bed. The love he had for her was everything he had, and their love for each other was everything that they shared. That, and their devotion to the family they swore to get back… and they did.

Morticia laid there, sleeping like an impassioned corpse… lying, safe and vulnerable, in her beautiful, amorous bed of dead roses.