Disclaimer: The characters and anything else that may be part of the characters and scenery and other ideas that belong to Chas Addams or Paramount do not belong to me. The plot and anything you don't recognize is mine.

A/N: Again, terribly sorry for any confusion this whole ordeal might have caused, but it had to happen. Please forgive me and enjoy the new version of Facing Differences.

Gomez was still in the parlor only now he was pacing back and forth distractedly. Morticia didn't want to bother him with her current apparel and so, after handing her cloak to Lurch she slid her boots off and snuck skillfully up the back stairs and into their room. She shed her current clothing and took a quick bath to wash the club smell form her skin. She wrapped a towel around her body and went to her closet; she decided against wearing a dress, knowing it would most likely be cast aside within the hour.

She did, however, choose a tight fitting corset that was easily enough donned alone with minimal difficulty. Once that task was completed she found a strapless black bra that was tantalizingly lacy. Really it did no good for concealment but it did make her breasts look exceptionally well. She found the matching underwear and located her long, ebony colored silk robe. Everything was perfect; she hadn't really mussed her make up at all in her adventures that evening and so decided against touching it up.

She descended the long, elegant stairway into the parlor only to discover that Gomez was no longer there. She asked Lurch who moaned, he hadn't seen him for quite some time, since shortly after she had gotten home. She asked Mamma and Thing as well, neither of them had seen him either. He wasn't playing with his trains, nor was he in the play room. She couldn't find him in the cemetery or the dungeons either. Finally she looked in the only remaining place he would be: his study.

Sure enough, when she tip toed into the room he was there sitting at his desk, his back facing her. She approached him cautiously, not wanted to alert him of her presence. He was scribbling ferociously onto a sheet of paper. Carefully she peered over his shoulder deliberately making sure her shadow was not thrown on the desk. He was writing poetry… to her.

With a smile she lifted her hands to massage his shoulder, moving them down to wrap around his chest. He put his quill back in the ink pot and covered the majority of the sheet of parchment with his long fingers. Her hair cascaded over her should as she turned to kiss him on the cheek, "Gomez, darling, I don't want to fight anymore. Forgive me?" she asked, rather sweetly, her tone was almost mother-like, which surprised her since she had no children.

"How can I forgive you when you've done nothing wrong?" he questioned, turning to face her. Their lips were mere inches apart but neither of them made the movements that would bring them together.

"I have been stubborn and foolish, my love, you were right," the words tasted like ice cream or something equally horrible, but they felt right in her heart.

"No, I don't want you to agree unless you're absolutely certain. Because once it starts there's no going back," Gomez was always too worried about how she felt about things. He was constantly pushing aside his feelings to make her happy and content and she felt selfish because of it. She rarely took into consideration what he wanted and when she did she didn't do so graciously.

"It is my own choice, Bubala," he name had the effect she had been hoping, he grabbed her hand and began kissing her arm from knuckle to shoulder, she gently pulled her limb out of his grasp though and stroked his smooth face, "Gomez, talk now, Bubala later."

He nodded reluctantly, "Later…"

"Now, where was I? Oh, yes! It is my choice. I was worried about the consequences but now I know, they are well worth the risk. I am confident in my heart that everything will turn out just fine. And I want nothing more than to create life with you and carry your child, Gomez," Gomez stared to say something here but Morticia silenced him with a finger to his lips.

"Hush, my love, let me finish. I do not think we should try terribly hard at first. I won't take my birth control anymore but we shouldn't spend any more time in the bedroom than we already do. Understood?" Morticia removed her finger only to have his lips pressed against hers in a passionate and happy kiss.

"Completely! Morticia, you have no idea how much this means to me—" Gomez began but she cut him off, "Actually, my darling, I do…" She smiled then. Just something sweet, something she reserved only for him and later on for his children.

"I know and I was foolish for suggesting you might not and—" she interrupted him again though this time she placed her lips on his once more. The kiss was not passionate and lust filled, it was affectionate and insecure and experimental. She was frightened of the path she had chosen to walk down this night, but she was also convinced that it was the right thing and with Gomez by her side she felt she could conquer anything. When they finally broke apart he seemed to have forgotten what it was he wanted to say so instead he merely whispered, "I love you, Tish."

"And I love you, Gomez," she answered in the same low tone he had spoken in.

"I wrote you something…" Gomez let the sentence trail off. He wanted to show it to her but was afraid she wouldn't like it.

"Can I hear it?" she asked with a smile.

"Absolutely," he handed her the piece of paper he had been writing on so furiously before.

"Ready it to me?" she asked, handing it back to him.

"Of course," he scooted the chair out and she rested lightly on his lap. He hooked one arm around her waist and used the other to hold the parchment in the candle light.

"I know you may be frightened

But your grip on my heart merely tightened

When I saw you were scared

My heart you ensnared

For you I would wait

You, I could never hate

I want only you to bear my child

For it is only you who drives me wild

You were my fiancé

I love you, Je t'aime

Now you are my wife

You own my entire life

Je t'aime

Te amo

I love you"

Gomez finished and looked at her. She smiled at him and the love reflected back in her eyes was something she would never be able to put into words.

"There's another one on the back, can I hear it as well?" She asked gently, knowing how apprehensive her husband could be with his poetry. He only wanted to impress her and she didn't know how to tell him that he needn't try. The fact that he wrote anything for her made her heart skip a beat she was so happy.

"It's not finished…" he began.

"I'm sure it's still absolutely wonderful," She gave him an encouraging smile and she turned the piece of parchment over to reveal another poem.

"What is Love, if not a heaving force?

Love can crush walls to dust

Love can change the wind's current course

Love can stop earthquakes on the crust.

Love can tame the oceans and the seas

Love can bring the wrestling champ to his knees.

What is Love, if not a gentle breeze?

Love is the brush of a mother's hand

Love is the soft sigh of a sleeping child

Love is building a castle in the sand

It is the heart of a toddler ever so mild.

Love is the joyous laugh of a baby

And that last thought of, "Well, maybe…"

What is Love, if not a shared secret?

Love is the late night games and giggles

Love is sharing the last half of your cookie

Love is up and down of the see-saw all a jiggle

Love is always starting out as a rookie

Love is constant late night talks

Always followed by long walks.

What is Love, if not a fleeting glance?

Love is the soft brush of two hands

Love is the light blush upon your face

Love is, "Please, just one last chance…"

Love is checking your phone; just in case

It is the warm feel of your lips on mine,

And always wanting a little more time.

So what is Love? You may ask,

Love is strong and yet weak

Love is hard and yet kind

Love is patient and yet demanding

Love is passionate and yet gentle

Love is beautiful and yet painful

Love is everything and anything one might need

With Love nothing is impossible."

"How is that not finished? I think it's beautiful," Morticia ran a gentle hand through her husband's hair. He rested his head against her chest and closed his eyes.

"You really think so, Tish?" he asked, without moving.

"I know so, my love," She said and then looking at him decided her other plans could wait. He was exhausted. Baby making would have to happen another night and that was okay with Morticia. She had accepted bringing his child into this world sooner rather than later but she knew she wasn't really ready yet either. One more night wouldn't hurt either of them especially since they had many, many more to come.

"Let's go to bed, Gomez, we can talk more in the morning if you like," he didn't say anything, just got out of the chair after she slid gracefully from his lap and went on up the stairs to bed. Morticia blew out most of the candles as was about to follow her husband when her eye caught a list that was laying, crumpled up on his desk. Curious, she unfolded it and read it, it was full of baby names. Among the girl names were Wednesday and Friday and Morticia was about to put the sheet down and go to bed when she realized there was a column of boy names as well. She quickly scanned the list and went up the stairs to accompany her husband, but all the while a particular name wouldn't get out of her head… it was a slightly curious little name: Pugsly… But Morticia found that it had a special ring to it.

It was then she realized that this one was not to be seen by her. At least not yet, he had been saving it up until she was pregnant. The thought that had seemed foreign and terrifying not hours before was warming up to her nicely. She decided she wanted her first child to be a boy, she didn't want to have to share her husband's affections with a daughter just yet. He may not love her in the same way he loved Morticia, but she knew it her heart that he would boost her esteem and tell her she was beautiful every day. And Morticia was just selfish enough that she didn't want to share that little bit of her spouse, just yet.

She made it up the stairs finally, only to discover Gomez had fallen asleep still fully clothed and with a cigar still in his mouth. Gently she took the cigar and extinguished it in his chest pocket, then she dressed him in his nightclothes and carefully laid him down to bed. After dressing herself for the night she laid down next to him, resting her head on his chest. He stirred slightly and wrapped his arm protectively around her waist.

"Goodnight, Gomez…" She whispered, before drifting off into a sleep with dreams filled with little feet and baby chatter…

A/N: Again, I'm sorry, and I hoped you liked my story. Please, please, please review!