Hey! I don't know what this is. Actually this is what happens when you watch too much HGTV (and don't know what the hell you are watching). Let me know if you want me to continue this or if it's crap that shouldn't have seen the light of day.
DISCLAIMER: I don't own anything and I if I did, I wouldn't want to own Glee.
Mercedes coughed and wiped the cobwebs away from her face. She was pretty tough but if she saw a spider, she couldn't be held responsible for her actions, or the squeal that was sure to follow. The dusty wooden floors screeched when you stepped on them, and the old caked on curtains were so dirty, she was afraid to touch them and let light in to the dark living room. And the smell. Don't get her started on the smell. It was as if a sweaty gym sock and year old food was put in a blender and poured in the vents. She wasn't a carpenter but wasn't a musty smell a bad sign?
"Are you sure this place is safe?"
Sam stood behind his wife and wrapped his arms around her waist. Well, more like her ribcage. She was short and his back hurt from lugging her suitcases of beauty products from their crammed two bedroom apartment in Ohio to their stuffed moving truck. And driving the 6 hours from Lima to Tennessee made his injury hurt like a bitch. He bent, winced a little and kissed her neck. "Babe. I promise. I already spoke to the inspector. He said besides the cosmetic stuff, this place is good as new." His infectious smile wasn't so infections when Mercedes swung around and steeled her gaze in his direction.
But before she could voice her doubt she saw movement out the corner of her eye. Movement that included a tail and squeaking.
"Sam," she shrieked. Usually Sam loved his wife's voice. Usually. But when her eyes got all cold and narrow he knew her scary quiet voice was on its way. That voice usually preceded lonely nights and lumpy couches. And also made him weirdly aroused. "Was that a mouse? I know that wasn't a mouse. I will not share a house with Mickey Mouse, Sam. You get him out of here and make sure his friends aren't around or so help me I will drive this truck to a hotel and move in." She tapped his chest lightly, beginning to walk away but Sam used her momentum to hold her closer. He loved holding her, feeling her soft belly swell day to day.
"Come on sweetheart it's not so bad. This place just needs your TLC and it'll be the best house in the state."
Mercedes rolled her eyes and crossed her arms in a gesture that let Sam know she thought his statement was bullshit.
He deepened his voice and placed sweet kisses along her jaw, nuzzled his nose into her neck. She smelled so sweet. Always.
"Come on baby, Give it a chance." Using his low timbre always got her to concede. Always.
Give me a chance. Mercedes knew she had to let him do this, she could see how important it was to him. The house had been in his family for generations. Growing up, he'd spent many a summer here and Mercedes always wanted to visit the place that brought her husband so many happy memories. When his grandparents died last year, they gifted the house to him. Actually they gifted the house to Sam and Mercedes' children leaving Sam and Mercedes guardianship until their oldest was of age. Which is why when Sam suggested moving down here instead of buying that 4 bedroom 3 bathroom gorgeous move-in ready mini mansion near downtown Lima they were thisclose to closing on, she reluctantly agreed. Mercedes could write music anywhere and it wouldn't hurt to take her doctor's advice to slow down. Sam found a job remarkably fast so there was nothing left to do but pack her life away and move to the unknown.
"Fine," she ground out. "But you're calling an exterminator first thing in the morning. And we're not setting foot back in here until they give the okay."
He nodded.
"And we're staying in that hotel until this house is liveable."
It would eat into their nest egg, but Sam learned a long time ago that Mercedes was always right. A happy pregnant Mercedes made for a peaceful life. "That makes sense."
"And we're heading to that Shake Shack in town and getting a banana milkshake before we get to the hotel." She stood on the tips of her toes and gave him a kiss on his lips. Her glowing smile returned and Sam melted a little at the sight. His wife was so beautiful. Stunning, really. Every day he pinched himself, not believing that she was really his.
"Thank you babe. I love you." Sam leaned forward and bent slightly, pressing his forehead on his wife's. Pained back be damned!
Mercedes held on to his face and cupped it in her hands. "Love you too. Thank you for taking care of us. Now let's get out of here before the roof caves in."
Sam looked up and saw the sloped ceiling. Mercedes was right. The roof looked one bad snowstorm (or rain, or hell, even wind gust) away from being a sunroof. Sam sighed. The house won for today. But this was far from over. He wouldn't be defeated. He was going to make this place into Mercedes' dream house, he was going to make his pop pop proud and he was going to be the best husband and provider around.