A/N: It turns out I'm going to be away next week, so I decided to go ahead and post the epilogue. Thank you all so much for your support, I'm glad you all enjoyed the story.

Also, warning, there is a time jump in the epilogue.

Epilogue

Funerals.

Life and death mingle at funerals.

If their life was a novel, it could be said that they came into a full narrative circle. It was at the funeral of his dear cousin Balthazaar seven years ago, after all, that his life changed violently and irrevocably. Seven glorious years since he first laid his eyes on his beautiful enchantress, this amazing creature that he'll happily spend the rest of his life worshipping.

Admittedly, they had some rocky moments and their fair share of arguments but even those Gomez Addams learnt to treasure. Undeniably, as difficult as those moments might have been, they still helped them grow - as people and as a couple - and despite those challenges, he could never think of anyone better, more wonderful or more amazing to share his life with than this beautiful witch at his side.

"This death look really suits her,"Morticia commented softly as she then bent down gently to put a single thorny rose stem next to the corpse.

"Indeed, she rocks it,"her husband confirmed affectionately turning to the baby in his arms."Isn't she, little pup?"

"Murder!"An eighteenth-months-old Pugsley Addams exclaimed happily, grinning at his father.

"If only,"Gomez replied."Who would have thought this old bat would die of natural causes."

"She was so mad about it,"Morticia reminisced fondly.

At the proud age of a hundred-and-eleven, Aurora Addams finally succumbed into the death's glorious embrace and she complained ardently what an embarrassment it was for an Addams to simply die of old age.

"Imagine that," the old lady groused weakly to Morticia, as she was lying in her bed."After so many years of exciting near-death experiences, I'm going to die in my own bed like a wimp."

"Oh, but auntie, think of all those gloriously gruesome moments you've witnessed, "Morticia placated, holding Aurora's frail hand."Russian Revolution, two World Wars, so much death, so much misery - may we all be so lucky."

"Hmmm, I suppose you're right,"she agreed and closed her eyes briefly."One should always look at the dark sides of life and be grateful."

"That's the spirit,"Morticia smiled at her and placed a soft kiss on the back of Aurora's hand, making the older lady smile affectionately.

"I'm...I'm very proud of you, Morticia,"she whispered and Morticia could see she was getting progressively weaker."And I love you very much."

"I love you too... but don't you go soft on me now,"She joked but felt her throat constrict and her gut tighten. Somehow she felt very sure that they won't have any more moments like this and felt her eyes prickle with tears.

The old lady smiled weakly and lifted her right hand slowly before removing a large silver ring with a black cross in the middle from her finger.

"It was given to me by my grandmother when I was sixteen and she was a magnificent witch,"she reminisced fondly."I never took it off, not once," she added before placing the ring into Morticia's palm."I want you to have it."

Morticia looked at the ring and smiled softly at the older woman.

"A mere thank you is not enough to express how grateful I am for you, for all you've done for me," she said, slipping the silver jewel on her right, middle finger."It's so beautiful, I shall treasure it, always."

"Hmmm, who's getting soft now?" Aurora teased and her gaze came to rest at Morticia's heavily pregnant belly."This baby," she said slowly."It's a girl."

"I'm going to name her after you, then, "Morticia smiled at her, caressing her stomach gently, beaming at the revelation.

"You do that and I will come back and haunt you," Aurora threatened sternly."What kind of village idiot names their child Aurora? I always hated it. Your daughter will be a magnificent witch, deadly and full of woe and you should name her accordingly."

Morticia laughed softly at her prediction and squeezed Aurora's hand tighter.

"You know, there is this ridiculous rhyme Ivy's learnt once at the kindergarten,"Morticia said fondly."It goes something like Monday's child is fair of face, Tuesday's child is full of grace, Wednesday's child is full of woe…"

"Wednesday," the older lady repeated slowly, tasting the word on her tongue."Yes, I think I like it. Wednesday."

"She shall be Wednesday, then, "Morticia promised and smiled at the prospect. A daughter."You should rest, auntie," she said getting ready to rise from the bed, but Aurora's hand closed around hers in a firm grip.

"Don't go yet," she whispered."Stay with me a while longer."

Morticia swallowed heavily and nodded at her.

"As long as you want," she promised softly and placed a tender kiss to Aurora's hand.

"-mama!"

Morticia blinked as the sound of her son's voice interrupted her thoughts and she turned her husband and son, smiling at them brilliantly. She caressed her baby's bald head before placing a soft kiss on his forehead and Pugsley squealed happily.

"I'm really going to miss her,"she whispered hoarsely, resting her head on Gomez's shoulder and felt his strong arm embrace her comfortingly.

"She was quite something,"he commented wistfully.

"She certainly was,"Morticia agreed with a gentle laugh.

"But think of all the fun she'll have with all those dark forces on their hellish crusade."

"Mmmm, you're so right, darling,"she agreed.'I'm being very selfish."

There was a sudden outraged scream behind them and they all turned in the direction of the mansion.

"IVY ADDAMS YOU'RE SOOOO DEAD, WHAT THE HELL HAVE YOU DONE TO MY PET TARANTULA!?"

They both smiled affectionately as they watched Ivy make a wild run in the direction of the swamp, Lumpy Addams hot on her heels.

"Real men are not afraid of pink, Lumpy!"She shouted with a vicious laugh.

"I'll kill you, you psychotic, pink maniac!"

"Space out the fun, boy, we're already at the funeral!"

"Just as well! Easier to bury you!"

"Daddy, help me!" she screamed.

Gomez shook his head good-naturedly at his daughter's antics. Depressingly, Ivy's maniacal love for pink only intensified with age. Now, almost thirteen, she was even sporting a very vivid pink haircut and she was a curious mixture of hopelessly fluffy pink tendencies entwined with the most delightful knack for designing torture devices and caring for poisonous animals. They couldn't decide whether to be incredibly proud or morbidly horrified. They ultimately settled on both options.

"Gomez -"

They both tensed and turned around abruptly towards the owner of the voice and were faced with no other than -

"Vlad,"Gomez greeted coldly.

"Vad,"Pugsley repeated before smiling at his father."Murder!"

Gomez's lips curled into a proud smile and he kissed the boy's head fondly, before giving him a cigar.

Vladimir Addams smiled uncomfortably before his eyes rested on Pugsley who was now happily chewing at his father's cigar.

"That your little boy?"

"No,"Gomez replied tartly."We borrowed him."

Vlad smirked and lifted his hands in a gesture of surrender.

"He's cute,"he commented."Reminds me of Fester."

"What do you want?"Gomez asked testily.

Vlad licked his lips self-consciously and smoothed his black hair in a nervous, self-conscious gesture.

"To apologize,"he said finally."For everything."

Gomez and Morticia looked at each other in an unconcealed bemusement before turning back towards Vladimir Addams.

"Surely, you're jesting,"Gomez commented sardonically.

"Look, I know sorry is a measly way to make up for my behaviour,"he started and they were genuinely startled at the sincerity in his voice."I am really sorry, I was an inexcusable bastard. I blamed you for what was nobody's fault but my own, I realize that now,"he said and turned towards Morticia."I more than deserved that bottle in the head. In retrospect, I owe you not only my apologies but also my sincere thanks. That whack in the head really helped clear thing out,"he added with a small smile and Morticia couldn't help but smile back at his gentle jest.

"You're welcome,"she said."I'm glad I could help, but don't ever try that again."

"I won't, I promise,"he replied before turning to his cousin."You have a real treasure there, cousin,"he said gently."Hold on to her."

Neither of them replied. They watched Vlad make his way to the mansion where a dark, slim woman was already waiting for him by the conservatory.

"Gomez, do you see what I see?"She asked slowly, digging her vermilion nails into his arm.

"Is that - "

"Dalia,"Morticia confirmed, before letting out a disbelieving laugh."Well, no wonder she was so bloody secretive about this new romance."

Next to her, Gomez laughed heartily.

Seven years since he met this beautiful enchantress and not a day passed without him waking up and thinking how incredibly lucky they were to have each other.

"Witches,"he commented knowingly and looked at his wife tenderly."Who can resist you?"

His wife smiled and him adoringly, placing her hand protectively over her pregnant belly before leaning towards him for a loving kiss.

Seven years and nine honeymoons later and they were still falling in love with each other every day a little bit more.

FINI