ahh sorry it took so long to update but my mom's been driving me crazy. I have gymboree and then I have mommy and me and then Uncle Puck has been showing me how to play guitar even though I don't think he gets the fact that I can't even talk! grr! Anyway! Thanks for sticking around!

Love,

Noah

A/N: Still don't own Glee. Still not rich. SOON!

Mercedes jiggled the keys in the door and walked in to find Noah sleeping on Sam, with the television on. She smiled at the tender view and noticed the two new pieces of mail on her counter top. Sliding off her heels, Mercedes threw herself on the empty couch across from Noah and Sam and she inspected the mail. She rolled her eyes and when she realized the first was another bill from the hospital. Although she was pretty well off, it was still difficult managing. She threw the bill on her coffee table and looked at the other letter. The return address was from Midway rehabilitation center. She was very familiar with the place since she passed it every day on her way to work. Mercedes was confused as to why she was getting mail from them and was about to open the letter when she noticed it was addressed to "Mr. James Evans. C/O Sam Evans." Just then, Sam opened his eyes and smiled. "Hey", he whispered. "Sorry, we fell asleep."

"Who's James Evans?" Mercedes asked Sam, placing the letter on the coffee table and slowly standing up to carry Noah into the nursery room.

"Oh? We got a letter? Quinn must have placed it on the counter when she came in with Puck." Sam took the letter from the coffee table and started opening it. "Mercedes, now that Noah's asleep, I was hoping we can talk."

Mercedes walked back into the living room and sat on the couch. "Sam, you didn't answer my question."

Sam was too focused on the letter to look up.

"Sam?"

"Hmm…hold on, Mercedes." Sam mouthed the words in the letter and when it seemed like he was finished, he smiled and hugged the piece of paper. "This is the best news; I've gotten in a long time."

Mercedes arched her eyebrows and stared at Sam, not knowing how to react. "What's the letter about?"

Sam walked over to Mercedes looked at her in the eyes and gently knelt before her. "My father is James Evans, Mercedes. He had a stroke 8 months ago and lost all motor skills. He was in a rehabilitation center out in the Bronx and we weren't seeing any change. My mother passed away a few years ago from breast cancer and my dad really needed my help. They wouldn't transfer him to a better facility and when I moved in here, I thought about using your address. They accepted him. He's getting the transfer on Monday!" Sam smiled, scanning Mercedes' face for a reaction. "I know, you're mad at me for using your address and I'm really sorry but I was desperate."

Mercedes' face softened and she ran her hand through Sam's head. "I just wish you would have told me Sam. You're more than just Noah's nanny. You've quickly become my best friend. I would have helped you either way. But, you didn't move in just so you can use the address, did you?"

Sam closed his eyes as he felt Mercedes' touch and shook his head. "I would never do that to you. I would never take advantage of you Mercedes. Ever."

Mercedes believed him and pulled him in for a hug. "I'm here to help, Sam. That's what friends are for."

Sam gripped her tighter and sighed. "About that…"

He pulled away and looked into her eyes. "We need to talk, Mercedes."

Mercedes moved over so Sam could sit next to her. "I've been thinking a lot about Noah. About you. About this place." Sam looked around. "Are you happy?"

Mercedes smiled and grabbed Sam's hands. "Of course I'm happy, Sam. Why wouldn't I be?"

"I know you Mercedes. I've been here for three months but I know you. I know everything about you. I know what makes you tick. I know you hate grape jelly on your peanut butter jelly sandwiches, I know that Japanese blossoms is your favorite scent, and I know that you're not happy."

"Why are you telling me all this, Sam?

Sam breathed in and exhaled slowly.

"I love you. And I'm so tired of keeping it hidden. I love you and I love Noah and I knew maybe it's too soon now but eventually we can turn this little arrangement we have into a real family."

OH GOD IT HURTS! IM BURNING! WHATS GOING ON? MOM? DAD? HELP!"

Sam and Mercedes both ran into the nursery room when they heard Noah crying.

"He's probably hungry." Mercedes said as she picked Noah up.

Sam nodded his head and ran into the kitchen.

"Oh MY GOD!" Mercedes yelled.

Sam dropped the bottle he was about to prepare and ran back into the room. "What's up? What happened? Mercedes?"

Mercedes had her cheek to Noah's forehead. He's burning up. He has a fever. We need to take him to the doctor, Sam."

"Right." Sam rushed to get Noah's baby bag together and grabbed the keys from the table. He started leaving when he heard Mercedes call.

"Sam! You kind of need me and Noah!"

Sam face palmed and walked back inside. "Right!"

He went into the room and helped Mercedes get Noah dressed.

I feel kinda funny. You guys look really funny. Mom? Why do you have 8 eyes? Dad? Why are you blue? You look like those guys in the movie you always watch…my stomach is feeling kinda…

"Oh my God! Noah! Baby! What's wrong?" Mercedes asked Noah as she wiped her tears. Sam realized Mercedes was getting stressed and he took matters in his own hands. He grabbed some baby wipes and started to wipe down the vomit on the changing pad.

"It's okay 'Cedes. It's just baby vomit. He's fine. It's probably an infection. He'll be okay." Sam cleaned Noah and Mercedes broke down.

"I just don't know what I'd do if he were sick." Mercedes sniffled.

"He's fine, babe." Sam said so naturally, Mercedes didn't question it.

I'm just gonna fall asleep now, dad

Noah closed his eyes, clenched his tiny fists and fell asleep on Sam's shoulder.

"He really loves you." Mercedes said softly.

Sam grinned and winked at his boss. "Well, the feeling is kinda mutual."

The three of them their way out the door and rushed to Noah's pediatrician.

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"Is he okay?" Sam asked the doctor who was trying to examine Noah.

"For the fourth time Sam, that's why I'm trying to figure out."

Mercedes pulled Sam into the seat next to her. "I know you're nervous but you're making me nervous and it's not helping." Mercedes whispered.

Sam nodded his head and remained quiet.

"Okay, well looks like baby Noah has a bit of an ear infection." The Dr. finally reported back as he took he handed Noah over to Mercedes.

"My poor baby." Mercedes pouted and kissed the baby's forehead.

I'm dying mom. I'm dying a slow death. You can have Mr. Binky and dad can have my Elmo building blocks. It's alright. I'm ready to go.

"I'm going to prescribe something that will help with the fever. I'm just going to need you to monitor him for the rest of the night. If it gets any worse, you have to take him to the emergency room."

The door wrote the script and handed it to Sam. "Thank you for being patient" the Dr. teased.

Sam nodded his head and helped Mercedes carry the baby bag.

The both exited the building and started walking towards the car.

"I'm so sorry Sam. I guess, you're going alone to the Avenger's screening."

Mercedes placed a sleeping Noah into his car seat and went over to the driver's seat.

Sam sat next to Noah in the back seat and arched his eyebrows at Mercedes.

"Uh, no ma'am. I'm not going."

Mercedes started the engine and looked at Sam through her rearview mirror and chuckled.

"Sam! You have to go! It's the Avengers! Chris Evans is going to be there!"

"I can't. I'm not going. I'm staying with you and Noah. We have to take turns, monitoring him.

Mercedes realized she was fighting a losing battle. She continued driving quietly until she reached a red light.

"Thank you Sam. I owe you so much for this."

Sam smiled. "Just promise me you'll have the talk with me soon."

She nodded and continued driving. Mercedes knew the talk was coming but she wasn't sure if she was prepared. Sure, Sam was amazing and Noah adored him but was this person that was meant to be in her life? Was he going to be a good dad for Noah? A good example? Was she falling in love with Sam Evans? Her head was turning from all the questions. Finally, Mercedes decided it was time to shut off. She wasn't going to do to this to herself tonight. Tonight, she'd watch over Noah. It just happened to be the same night she'd be watching him with Sam. No biggie. Right?

Mercedes and Sam walked into the house, exhausted from the long day they had so far. Sam had called Puck to tell him he had two more tickets available for the screening and of course Puck jumped at the opportunity to get Santana and her friend to go. Mercedes gave Noah his medicine and gently laid him down in his crib. Sam walked up behind her and started massaging her shoulders.

"We can talk when Noah is better. No rush, okay?" Sam whispered.

Mercedes turned around and looked into Sam's green eyes. "I don't know how to rush when I'm with you, Sam."

Sam blushed at her comment and began to speak when Mercedes wrapped her arms around his neck and started to kiss him. It was everything he thought it would be. Her lips were soft and smooth, her mouth warm and tender. Sam wrapped his arms around her waist and pulled her close to him. The two continued until Mercedes' phone rang.

"Don't get it" Sam whispered.

Mercedes looked at her phone and rolled her eyes. "I have to. It's Finn."

Sam nodded his head in agreement and Mercedes put the phone to her ear.

"Hello?"

"Hey 'Cedes. It's me Finn."

"I know, Finn."

"Listen, I've been having this bad feeling all day. Like something was wrong. I hate to bother you but is everything okay? With our son?"

Mercedes paused and felt the guilt rush over her.

"He's got an infection. He's fine. He was running a fever. I didn't want to bother you. I'm watching him now."

"Mercedes! Why didn't you tell me? I knew something was wrong! Do you need anything? I'll be right over! I can bring anything you need."

"Finn…Finn…I'm okay. Trust me. It's getting late and I need to make dinner. You can come by tomorrow. Promise. We can catch up. Okay?"

Mercedes heard the sadness in Finn's tone.

"Okay. I'll call you in the morning."

Mercedes hung up her phone and looked up to Sam.

"Everything okay?" He asked

"Fine. Everything's fine. Just a lot of questions in my head, Sam. Maybe we should talk this over with a clearer head. Want to help me make dinner while Noah sleeps?"

Mercedes walked into the kitchen and Sam took a deep breath. Finn Hudson was going to be his biggest challenge.