Death never left the Addams home, he was always there lurking in the shadows. He had been so close in possessing Morticia, he could not just leave. He watched as her physical form began to change shape, accommodating the very thing that stopped him from taking his pale prize.

Gomez followed Morticia everywhere. Any chance he got, his hands were all over her swollen belly. Morticia had accepted her glow, mainly because of the way it seemed to draw Gomez to her like a moth to a flame.

Sometimes, Morticia could sense Death nearby. It would be a cold breeze, or a shadow moving out of the corner of her eye. It was most noticeable when she was trimming her thorns, the blooms seemed to shrivel up and decay before they ever touched the ground. It was as if they fell from Morticia's hands into Death's waiting grip.

When their daughter finally arrived, Gomez was endlessly elated. He held the raven haired infant in his arms marveling at how much she looked like her beautiful mother. Morticia studied her woeful little girl's face, there was an odd familiarity in her sombre features. There was no doubt the infant in her husband's arms was their child, but it seemed as if Death had somehow touched her. While realizing his defeat, Death had indeed left a kiss on the life that beat him in his conquest. Their darling child was born from a horrible mix of love and the macabre.

"Gomez darling, what do you think of the name Wednesday?"