A/N: Thanks for all the support you readers give to me as I write stories from my heart. One day I was watching a documentary on the The Brady Bunch and thought while watching the first episode ever that this would be a good idea for a fanfiction. Please forgive all my mistakes I am sure they are plenty. I started and failed on this project more than once having never attempted a Samcedes that is already married. However this is the crossover of two shows in which Samcedes is entirely AU. I don't own anything but original characters: Chang-Jones Face Claims: Chanel Iman: Micah Merie (Mimi- only Mercedes and Shelly calls her this because Shelly couldn't say Micah as a baby they gave her this name to use for her big sister) age 10 and Amerie: Michelle Meriah (Shelly) age 6. Evans Face Claims: Austin Butler: Samuel Craig (Craig) age 12 and Cary Elwes: Kaiden Matthew (Kade) age 8

Prologue

I don't know if you all are familiar with the show The Brady Bunch, but this show mirrors my life in a funny and kind of twisted way. My legal name is Micah Merie Chang-Jones, and I am ten years old. My mother is a retired Tony nominated Broadway and Olivier West End actress named Mercedes Jones. She met my father Michael Chang when they both auditioned and won roles in a revival of West Side Story that featured an Asian gang versus an African-American gang. My mom won the role of Marie the role was previously named Maria but changed for the updated casting, and my father won the role of Tsung Lee previously named Tony and changed for the same reasons.

The role of Marie catapulted my mom into stardom resulting in her first Tony nomination. My dad decided to take her out to celebrate her nomination, and she accepted his invitation. This invitation was not a date, but it soon turned into one. I can barely remember my father, but I do remember a sweet, forceful, and loving man. He was the disciplinarian of our household, but my mom was the most vocal of the two. She told me that my dad swept her off her feet by taking her out dancing and helping her with her dancing so that she truly became the triple threat she needed to be to become a success in the theatrical world.

Their romance was fast, and the two decided to get married during the London run of their musical, and they honeymooned in nearby Paris, France. As soon as their play ended, my mom was soon cast in a revival of Dreamgirls in London ,and my dad chose to stay in London with her. When Dreamgirls finally made it back to the United States, my mom realized that she was pregnant with me. Because the role called for her to be pregnant, she was able to keep on working up to the night that I was born. She named me Micah Marie because if I was a boy, my name was going to be Michael and she wanted a feminine version of the name, and my middle name was in honor of the role in which she met my father.

My mom told me that after she had me, the lure of the stage no longer had any appeal, and she didn't want to return to fulfill her contract for a complete year, but daddy told her that we Chang-Jones were people of our word, and he made her return to finish out the three months that she had remaining in her contract. While mom was finishing out her contract, my dad became a full-time Mr. Mom, and he decided to work from home investing their earnings, and he tripled our family's wealth by the time he and mom had decided to move from New York to North Georgia of all places. My dad had decided to open a reputable dance studio in the suburbs, and my mom could do voice over work, act in movies and sitcoms, and sing theme songs that were shot and recorded in many of the studios in the Atlanta area.

My dad had chosen Georgia because the real estate and taxes were much cheaper, and the house that we lived in was five times the size of the place we had resided when we lived in New York. My mom would explain this every time, she complained about the Georgia heat, even though, it was better than the New York and London snow. Mom told me stories of my dad all the time, and she kept his memory alive for me and my little sister.

My little sister was born as soon as we settled into Canton, Georgia which was an hour commute to the heart of Atlanta which is the same commute even if you lived in the city according to my mother. My dad had purchased 18 acres of land, with a lake, three other buildings that were to become his dance studio, my mom's recording studio, and a guest home for relatives when they would visit. However, my dad never lived to see his dreams realized. Just a couple of a weeks after my sister's birth, my dad was involved in a horrible six car accident that resulted in those crazy Atlanta people not being able to drive in snow or rain. My dad was a veteran in driving in bad weather and didn't think twice about going into Atlanta to have a business meeting with the contractors who were to begin to work on his dance studio. He was excited that he could now literally work from home and be near his two angels and his one she devil (his nickname for my mom who while pregnant was not the happiest person to be around).

My mom said that she knew my dad had died before she even answered the door for the police. They had pictures found in my dad's wallet along with his license, so they knew who my mom was and quickly found out that she had just given birth and was not in any way able to drive to Atlanta to identify the body. The police had to call my maternal grandparents, who didn't live far now that they had retired to Florida, to come to Georgia to be with us because my mom was almost in a state of a shock. My mom took care of us but the joy, laughter, and fire that characterized my mom was noticeably missing.

My grandmother stayed with us for several months after my dad's death until my mom woke up one morning and although the laughter was missing, she was almost back to her old self, and she was once again the best mom in the entire world. One thing her mom continued to nag my mom about was about us little girls needing a man in our lives. She encouraged my mom to date, but instead of dating, my mom decided to hire a manny/housekeeper named Blaine Anderson. She said she chose Blaine because he was Asian, look nothing like my dad, and because he could also sing.

Blaine and my mom got along like friends instead of employer/employee. He was an adult that we called by his first name, so he was more like family to my little sister and myself. He did none of the cooking because my mom was the better cook out of the two of them, but he cleaned the house, made sure the car was serviced, did the driving, and took care of my little sister and me when my mom had to do occasional appearances. After he had lived with us for over five years, he had truly became more family than a man my mom hired to take care of us.

It was when I was nine years old that I became the impetus for my mom meeting Sam. I was supposed to be entering fifth grade the next school year, but my Georgia Milestones test and past grades alerted my teachers that I was performing at a level far beyond my classmates. They met with my mom and decided that I should be accelerated to the middle school a year before because there was nothing that the teachers could teach me, and that I was emotionally mature and tall enough to be able to transition into middle school without a problem.

Starting middle school that August was something that I had been looking forward to. School bored me and finally being challenged was something that I thought would be cool. My electives for middle school were pre-chosen for me because I was one of the last students to be registered. I was given choir which wasn't a bad thing considering who my mother was and that I had been singing since I was two, and that is how I first met Sam who at the time I knew as Mr. Evans. He was the school's art teacher and choir teacher. I thought that Mr. Evans was going to die when he found out who my parents was. It was like he stood speechless, and I really thought he was going to have a stroke.

Unbeknownst to me, Mr. Evans had an insane obsession with my mom. He had every recording of hers even the soundtracks of musicals that he had never seen. I never told anyone who my parents were, but my name is a dead give away to adults who are into the theatrical world. Most of my peers didn't know who they were, and that allowed both me and my sister to live normal lives. Mr. Evans flat out asked me if I was Mercedes and the late Mike Chang daughter, and I said yes knowing that he was a teacher and would be able to find out the information anyways.

The next thing he asked for me to do is sing, and I sang "Listen" a song from Dreamgirls that my mom would sing as a duet with me all the time when I was little girl. Mr. Evans stood transfixed looking at me like I was going to be his prized student. I never song in front of my peers, and even I was shocked when they give me a standing ovation. I finally felt what my mother must have felt when she would sing songs and win an Olivier award for it in London.

Mr. Evans wasted no time in asking if my mom would be willing to volunteer to help all the students in the choir improve their vocals like she had obviously worked with me. I told him that I would ask her and see when she came to pick me up from school. The smile that I saw on his face made me happy because Mr. Evans' had the biggest lips I had ever seen on a white man and his smile transformed his face.

When I told my mom about choir and my first standing ovation, a look crossed her face that made me think I had made a mistake. It was like she was reliving her past and feeling very sad missing performing and missing the energy that she got when she performed professionally. However, the look on lasted a minute, and she agreed to come to choir to help out since she didn't have to work on a movie soundtrack or write music for or act in any upcoming projects. My mom had peaks and valleys with her work. Sometimes she was extremely busy going to Atlanta almost every day, and sometimes she would not work for months or even a year. I loved the times when work was slow because she fixed my hair, took me and my sister to and from school, and we would cook dinner together singing and dancing every day. When she was working, Blaine was in charge and even though my sister and I loved Blaine, he was not our mother.

Well my whole life was changed when my mother began to volunteer at school. At first all Mr. Evans would do was stare at my mom in complete fascination. He would then find out what her favorite drink was and made sure he had it for every time she came to the school to volunteer. He would also ask my mom her favorite songs, and he would learn them and serenade her by guitar every time she would enter the room. It was obvious to everyone in our classroom except my mom, that Mr. Evans was crushing on my mom really hard.

My mom just thought that Mr. Evans was appreciative of her willing to spend her time helping him with the choir. She didn't notice him sneaking glances at her because she was busy working with groups of students doing vocal exercises and helping them find their ranges. Finally, I couldn't take it anymore, and I told Mr. Evans if he liked my mom so much he should just ask her out to thank her for volunteering with our choir.

He finally took my advice, and asked my mom out to dinner to thank her for all the hard work she was doing with the choir, and my mom not thinking that it was a date accepted. The rest shortly became history because one date turned into two dates, two dates into three dates, and then by the time they went out for the fourth time, my mom realized that Sam Evans was courting her and she liked it. It wasn't until their tenth date, that Sam and my mom thought it was okay to include his children and her children on a family date.

I would love to say that we all got along instantly but that would be a lie. Sam's family consisted of himself and two boys. His ex-wife Kitty was currently trying to make it on Broadway and had left Sam seven years ago to pursue her career. According to my mom, Sam came from a wealthy family, and Kitty thought that Sam's wealth would help her in her career, so she married him not for love but for money and a way to get out of Tennessee so that she could become a star.

Sam had two sons, Craig who was 12 and Kade who was 8. The boys hated my mom, my sister, and me on sight. Unlike me, the boys had never met my mom and didn't understand why his dad had to date and why he had to expose them to so many females. My sister and I noticed the boys' attitudes, so we served them major stank face and never gave them a chance to hurt us by ignoring the two altogether.

The boys couldn't ignore us entirely because my little sister is just so beautiful. Out of the two of us, she looks more like my mom with her petite body. I, on the other hand, look like my dad the most. I am tall for my age and skinny too. The one thing that I have like my mom is my nose and teeth which makes me be able to sing according to her. My sister has my dad's nose, and her lips are my mother's and I guess it made sense for me to look like him and for Shelly to look more like my mom because we obviously inherited their heights.

Sam's sons looked exactly like tiny replicas of him. I don't know what their mother looked like, but his boys looked like their dad which wasn't such a bad thing because Mr. Evans was cute; all the girls in choir had a crush on him except for me. My mom had begun to look at Sam like she used to look at my dad in the videos I had seen of them together, and I knew we were meeting his kids because things between my teacher and my mom were becoming serious. Hello, I was in the gifted and talented program for a reason, and I could read the signs loud and clear. I don't know how Sam Evans did it, but he made my mom fall in love with him.

The family date was a disaster with us Chang-Jones girls ignoring the Evans' boys, and Sam and my mom trying to get us all to interact. It was a lost cause and when the parents realized this, they gave up on us and began enjoying spending time together. Watching our parents together and seeing how much they enjoyed each other's company was the icebreaker that we all needed. My mom was truly back to being the vibrant woman she was before my dad's death, and if Sam made her this happy, laughing, on fire woman, than I would do my part in helping them stay together.

Apparently Sam's son Craig was seeing the same with his father. He told me later how awful his mother was and how she rarely visited him and his little brother. His mother according to his granny was a gold digger who only wanted his father for the finer things in life. And when his dad decided he wanted to be his own man and make his own money by becoming an artist, his mother decided to leave him and divorced him. Because his dad was the breadwinner in their marriage, he had to pay alimony which allowed his mother Kitty to fund her stay in New York in her pursuit in becoming a Broadway star. His dad refused to use his parents money to take care of her, so he had moved them to Georgia a cheaper and safe place to stay, got a job as an art teacher to support her while he sold his art and songs he had written to support them as a family. Sam had chosen Canton because it was closer to Nashville than New York had been and because he was able to get a job at a charter school that didn't require that he have a teaching certificate.

After our revelations with each other about our home lives, Craig and I began friends eventually and since we went to the same school this made a lot of sense. We began to talk more and more, and I would help him with his homework when we sat together at lunch or waited until after choir for both of our parents to stop mooning over each other.

One year later and Sam proposed to my mom, and that brings us to where we are now the day of the wedding.