Checking In Chapter 11

Love Him, Her, Them, No Matter What Pt. 2 by Yinx1


Thirty minutes had passed and the disheveled young man had at least picked himself off the hospital floor. But that didn't stop him from staring at the double doors that lead to the operating room.

His Yawne was in there. In there where he could reach her, talk to her, tell her that everything was going to be alright. To tell her...tell that he loves her. It had been a while since he said it. Sam racked his brain he hadn't said it since he been back. His heart sank. Did she know that he loved her as she lay on that operating table?

He ran a weary hand over his face and through his dark golden locks. "I think it will be okay; she has to be okay, right?" Sam spoke to himself. Sam was a wreck, wearing down the carpet as he paced the small waiting room, only stopping to stare when a nurse or orderly passed through the doors.

His hair stood on end from him yanking on it with such force; it was a wonderment that he wasn't bald…yet. Shaking his head, he stumbled to the window. Nothing was going right, first the airport, then the kids, now this.

He glanced at his phone then towards the door where the hell were their parents?

Resting his head against the cool window and closing his eyes, Sam willed himself to calm down, "She's going to be okay."

But what if she isn't? A tiny voice spoke. What about Simeon, Micah, the twins? You have a daughter now; how is she going to grow up without a mother. A mother who she won't remember once she's gone. What if this is her last time you will see her…alive?

"She not going anywhere," Sam said trying to feel more confident more than he was. "Mercedes promised me."

But it's out of her hands the voice continued. She has lost a lot of blood this time his subconscious spoke. It's not looking good for you, son. She is going to die this time it has been too many close calls. You only get so many miracles.

Sam lifted his head from the window, turning around; his eyes immediately went to the infamous double doors. "Mercedes is not going to di-" he stopped, as a page called over the PA system ordering another crash cart ASAP.

Mercedes' husband watched as two more nurses ran across the hallway, hurrying heavy medical machines through the doors; they were followed by three more doctors. His heart sank as his knees the floor the hard with a sickening THUD. He couldn't breathe, his lungs felt as if he was in a house filled with smoke. And his world was crashing down on top of him.

Sam Evans might be facing the rest of his life without his Cede.

He wept into hands.

Strong hands gripped his shoulders tightly lifted him up into comforting and much needed hug. Through the heavy tears, Sam saw it was his father-in-law that hugged him close. His own father cupped his cheek whispering "She's going to be okay, Sam."

For the first time since his arrival Sam had hope instead of doubt.

Mercedes mother was there too. His heart began to lift.

"I don't know what happened," he confessed to Mr. Jones. He was let go only to be embraced by his father in a strong hug, rubbing and patted his back as he continued to cry. He felt his father's lips at his temple.

"She really is going to be okay, Samuel," Mr. Jones told him. "My baby girl is a fighter, you know how hard she fought to be with you; she's not going to give up now."

"You need to sit him down," Mrs. Jones instructed, "The boys legs aren't going to make it." She was right Sam legs gave out just as his parents sat him down on the couch.

"Where's Mom and my babies?" he wiping away the tears and their stains.

"Back at home, with your kids. She hasn't told them about Mercedes," his father told him bring him a box of tissues.

Sam nodded his appreciation, blowing his nose, "Good, thanks, I don't want the boys to know about it."

The parents exchanged a glance.

"Samuel, if there is the faintest chance my Baby Girl won't make it, don't you think you should at least let the boys know about their mom?" Mr. Jones asked.

"No, Mercedes is going to be fine," Sam retorted, shaking his head no. "She promised me." He gazed sternly at all three of him.

Mercedes mother sat next to him and Sam placed his head in her lap. Closing his eyes as she ran her hands through his hair, now he knew why Mercedes always put her head on her mother's lap. It was soothing as if life worries harm couldn't reach him. He felt protected which was what he need right now. Before long the tall blonde was in a dreamless state; Sam didn't know he was asleep until he was shaken awake.

Standing, as the ER doctor who first took Mercedes to surgery walked up to him.

The doctor gave him a startled look before speaking. "Mr. Evans, your wife will be fine." He smiled proudly. "Everything went well, given what state your wife was in to begin with."

Sam let out what seemed like a year's worth of held breath. He ran a relieved hand over his face, glancing around at the family all with relieved and hopeful looks on their faces.

"Mrs. Evans just suffered a severe hemorrhage." The doctor looked down at his chart, checking things off, "Now, she gave birth two months ago?"

"Almost four. She had twins."

The doctor raised an eyebrow in surprise, "Really, I didn't see a C-section scar?"

"Cause she did it the natural way. The babies were coming out fast there was no time for one," Sam explained.

"With twins, huh," the doctor blinked. "That explains a lot. Mrs. Evans hemorrhage was brought on partially by her giving birth. I also saw that she had her tubes tied."

"Yes, she had it done after the birth."

"I see, well, I untied them, they were the main cause of the hemorrhaging. Her body didn't take well to them being tied especially right after birth, and the hemorrhage was the result. I don't think she should get them retied after she heals. Some woman can have them tied others can't. In my professional opinion the tube tying process should be done at least six weeks after a woman gives birth, allowing her time to heal…just because these things can happen."

The doctor continued, "Giving birth takes a toll on a woman's body with one let alone two babies. Tube tying is an adjustment that some women's bodies just reject."

"So her tubes aren't tied anymore?"

"Yes, when I untied them the bleed stopped. She will be able to go home in the next few days, once we get her blood levels back up. She will need to rest for the next month or so because of the stress. You should check with your immediate doctor, for further plans. I will fax over my findings to your doctor."

Sam nodded though he took it all in his mind was on one thing, "I need to see her."

The doctor lead him down the hall to a small private room. Mercedes lay asleep on the bed. The window shades were open basking her being in razes of sunlight.

Sam stood over her staring; he sent up a thank you before pulling over a chair. He sat on the bed, laying his upper body besides her and the lower resting in the chair. Laying his face in the crook of her neck, he fell back to sleep waking up to his hair being tugged. He bolted straight up his eyes adjusted to his wife's smile.

Mercedes' hands moved from his hair to cupping both his cheek, "You've been lying on my mother's lap have you, Samwise," she breathed weakly.

Her husband gripped her hands fearfully and thankfully. "Yeah, is that a problem?" Sam brushed her palms with his lips, grateful to see his wife's smile.

She watched him blink back tears. "You have cornrows."

Sam ran his hands over his head feeling the braids. "She always do this?"

"Yeah, it's her way of making things better," Mercedes opened her arms back to him and he joined her fully on the bed. "I'm just marveling how sexy you look like a young Justin Timberlake from his N*Sync days." Sam stared down at her in awe as she talked. "Huh?"

"What," he asked tracing his thumb over her chapped lips.

"It draws attention to your mouth...let's take them down." Her hands went to the end of one braid.

Sam backed up slightly, "Why?"

Mercedes blushed, "Because my husband's mouth is really sexy and the only attention it should get is from me."

Grinning, Sam settled back to her. "Did the doctor talk to you about what happened?"

Sam's wife nodded her smile fading, "Yeah," she whispered.

"Then you know that you will not be leaving the bed for anything until we get the say so, right?"

Mercedes opened her mouth.

"NO!" Sam yelled in her face. "This time, Mercedes, I'm putting my fucking foot down. Your ass is on bed rest even if I have to tie you to the bed, so be it. Do you understand?"

Crossing her arms in irritation, she spoke lowly, knowing what was truly behind her husband's outburst, "Are you going to let me talk now?"

Sam nodded still fuming, his cheeks turned a slightly pink.

"I was going to say, I know, and I'm going to heed the doctor's orders. You don't have to worry about me anymore, Sam."

"I have to worry, Mercedes, you are in the hospital this is cause for me to worry about you. You're not supposed to be here in the first place."

Mercedes cupped his cheeks bring his head down and gave a lingering kiss to each temple. "I'm not going to leave you, Sam."

"I told you not too, Woman," he muttered raising up to meet her eyes.

She let out a longing sigh, "But if anything does happen-"

Sam cut her off, "I'm not going to talk about this," he moved off her picking up a café menu from the tray table.

"Sam, we have to. What's going to happen with our babies if something does happen to me, to us? We have to be prepared."

"I said I'm not talking about this, Mercedes, let it go," Sam started for the door, "I'm going to café to get you something to eat."

"Sam."

"I'll be back." He called back to her before leaving.


Bed rest was the worst thing that could happen to a working mom of four. For Mercedes, having a shadow in the shape of her husband meant every action was watched or better yet done for her. The only time she was allowed to do something on her own was when she breast fed the twins; though, Mercedes knew in the back of her mind if Sam could he would have done that too.

Mercedes woke up the last day of her month of her mandatory bed rest surprised that Sam wasn't suffocating her by his tight embrace. She sat up rubbing her eyes before taking the baby monitor and looking at her babies.

They knew how to hold their head up and turn over on their own. Soon they would be sitting up and crawling. They were five months old already. Mercedes could feel herself starting to tear at how fast they were growing. Her frown turned upside down when a mini parade session started through the master bedroom door.

Simeon, holding a tray a plate of eggs that were just the right amount of brown, and toast that was on its way to becoming ash when touched, came in first. Micah followed with two glasses of apple juice and milk; that might have been filled to the brim at one point.

"Oooo, what is this?" Mercedes asked with a bright smile, replacing the monitor and getting up taking the cups from Micah before there was nothing left to drink.

"Beck and I want to make you breakfast. Daddy helped," Simeon said proudly setting the plate down on the side table.

Mercedes sat on the edge of the bed, placing the tray over her lap, "Yes, I can see daddy all over this plate. Thank you two so much for this."

"You're welcome, Mommy," Micah chimed crawling up to sit next to his mother.

"You want some," Mercedes asked as she began cutting up the more than rubber eggs. She saw Micah nod his head and she gave him the first bite.

"Beck, that's your mom food why are you eating it," Sam asked, coming in carrying the twins.

"It's okay, Sam, it was so good you know I had to share," Mercedes smirked.

He laid the babies down gently on the down comforter. "I tried though," Sam sighed then grimaced at the destruction on the plate as he sat close behind Mercedes.

"I know and they are good," she leaned back to kiss his chin. "So we are celebrating my last day in suburban jail," she smiled offering Simeon a bite. He turned it down so she started on them. "What's the plan for today…pirates vs. Neverland, or water guns, oooo maybe a movie? I've heard good things about that next Marvel movie." Her grew wide in excitement, the children nodded eagerly.

"Boys," Sam's voice nudged them verbally.

Sullenly, the eldest responded to his father's prompt. "Mom, we are going to help more around the house," Simeon told her. He shoved Micah arm nodding to their father and Micah's smile disappeared as well as he nodded in agreement with his brother.

Mercedes cast her eyes between her oldest children, "Huh…well, thank you, but you do a great job already, I can't ask for more," Mercedes smiled caressing her firstborn's cheek. "Remember that time you changed Shane's diaper…milestone."

His smile was back, "It's okay, Mom," Simeon laughed at his mother's joke. He reserved a glance at his father. "We want to."

Mercedes nodded seeing what she thought had been going on during her month of recovery. She took a few more bits of egg before asking the oldest to take it to the kitchen; Micah followed in his brother shadow. Turning to face Sam, she had had enough.

"Sam, they are doing enough helping; it's wrong to ask them to do more."

"I didn't." Sam smiled, down at his son, blowing on the baby's tummy.

"So that rehearsed speech Simeon just gave was all him," Mercedes asked getting out of bed.

Sam looked at her with a worried expression he saw her grimace. "Mercedes, you're supposed to be in bed."

Mercedes picked up five month old Shade, "Answer the question, Samuel," she snapped glaring at him. She continued when he didn't response. "I won't have my kids waiting on me like servants and doing more than they already are." She took her daughter over to the changing table for a fresh diaper.

"Your kids," Sam deadpanned. "When the hell then that happen?"

"When you started to treat them like my personal footmen, they became mine." She finished with Shade diaper coming and took the second twin into her arms as well, "And they will remain mine until you learn that they aren't here to take care of us." She hissed leaving him on the bed.

Scrambling off the bed, Sam followed her, "If they want to take care of you, who are we to stop them, Mercedes. They love you."

Mercedes turned to face him, her eyes alight in rage. "Don't you dare use love with this shit, Samuel Beck Evans!" She advanced on him. "They are doing now this out of fear or whatever, not love. If this is all them, I wouldn't stop them, but the boys are doing this on your orders and I won't allow it!"

"Well, I say they are going to, Mercedes. You're sick and the boys need to pick up the slack, until you're better."

"Good thing I'm not sick anymore." She turned away heading for the kitchen.

"The doctor hasn't cleared you so you are," he retorted fiercely.

"Gilbert said a month of bed rest, it's been a month."

She placed the babies in their bouncers. The boys were nowhere to be seen. They probably knew what was coming by the tension in the bedroom. Mercedes opened the refrigerator grabbing a quart container of breast milk. Sam took two bottles and a sauce pot from the dishwasher; filling the pot with water, he waited for it to boil on the stove.

"You still need Gilbert's say."

Mercedes slammed the milk container on the counter, "Get her on the phone, Sam." She placed her hand on her hip.

Glaring at her and breathing heavily, Sam yanked his phone out of his back pocket. "Get ready to take your ass back to bed, Woman," he snapped.

Crossing her arms, she matched his scowl, "Dial the fuckin, number, Man."

Sam did as told. His face fell at the words coming out of Gilbert's mouth. Over the speaker phone, Dr. Gilbert relieved Mercedes of bed rest, after she took a valid and extensive survey of her patient condition. Mercedes was told to take it easy but go on with her daily routines.

Sam pocketed his phone.

"I'm waiting," Mercedes said impatiently. She tapped her foot in annoyance.

His brow furrowed, "For what?!"

"For you to apologize, Samuel…to the boys and me. You have been a control freak this past month."

Sam filled up the babies bottles up, screwing the tops on before handing them over. "I did the right thing, Mercedes. I'm not going to apologize for that." He said quietly, exiting the kitchen.

Mercedes watched him grab his keys and headed for the garage. A heavy tightness settled in her chest as the back door was slammed shut. Holding back tears, she herded the babies in their bouncers to the kitchen table, where she feed them. After she was done and had placed the babies in then play pin. Not hearing the garage door open or close, she had a swig of hope. Mercedes opened the back door.

"I need to cool off, Mercedes, give me a few, please," Sam whispered through his hands. He sat on the hood of the family SUV.

His wife nodded, her heart beating not nearly as fast as it was if he had left her again. Closing the door, she collapsed against it, burying her face it her hands, weeping.

Mercedes felt a tug on her sleeve. Peering through her fingers to see Micah's bright hazel eyes looking up at her, she quickly wiped her face. "Hey, Baby, what's wrong?" Swatting, she picked him up, grimacing a little as she walked back in the family room.

Micah took his mother's face in his tiny hands, thumbing away the tear stains just like she would with him so many times before. "Nuffin', why you crying, Mommy,"

She opened her mouth to speak, but jumped startled at Sam's stern voice behind her.

"Put him down, Mercedes."

Mercedes turned to face him, both looking at the other with bloodshot eyes. "Sam..." she started.

Sam shot her a look that made her mouth snap shut. He took Micah from her arms, "Go play." He told Micah gently.

Mercedes watched her son scamper off; he threw a cautious look back at her. She reassured him with a smile.

"I don't want my kids to hate me."

She turned back to her husband's sorrowful demeanor.

"I guess...I know my love for you blinds me, even with your kids. So I will do all in my power for you not to leave me. You have to realize there have been too many close calls with you, and I can't be as flippant about your life as you can."

Mercedes side eyed herself.

"I'm not like nor can I be like that, I love you way too much. I know I can't go on in life if you're not there. I believe it's why I'm so harsh nowadays." He admitted finally.

"Not even to raise the babies?" she mouthed anxiously.

He continued his confession, "A part of me, mostly my mind, says I will go on without you, but I know in my heart I won't be able too." Sam breathed in deeply, "So if at all possible will you humor my paranoid ass until I feel better."

"You can't keep me from living, Sam. Gilbert passed me with flying colors why can't you?"

"I know that, Mercedes, but just once can you take my feelings into account! My wife was knocking on death's door just less than a month ago!"

The twins feeling the tension in the air began to fuss. The couple stared at each other before the male brushed by female leaving her alone.

They were civil the rest of the day. Playing with the children, thought they took opposite sides when they played Neverland. Mercedes help Simeon with a couple math problems, while Sam cooked dinner of running mac 'n' cheese, almost burnt oven fried chicken, and died out peas. The two only talked to each other if the children addressed them.

Mercedes set herself up in the guest room for the night. She left the door open so she could hear the cries of babies during the night since she neglected to get the baby monitor from the master bedroom.

She just returned from brushing her teeth in the Jack and Jill bathroom to find the bedroom door closed and Sam setting up the baby monitor on the side table. Mercedes watched him get in the guest bed.

"We don't sleep a part, Mercedes, no matter how angry we are at each other," Sam reminded her.

Still lingering in the bathroom doorway Mercedes nervously played with the hem of her nightshirt. "I don't want to go to bed angry either, but this between us is too much. And it won't be resolved before we go to sleep."

Sam threw back the covers on her side. "No, it won't but we can talk it out at least until we go to sleep."

Mercedes nodded coming over and taking her place under the warm blankets. She laid on her back as Sam flipped the switch basking them in darkness.

"I don't mean to be flippant about my life," Mercedes spoke softly a while later. "I was just as scared as you were...are."

"How was I to know if you don't want to talk about it?"

"I guess I'm this way because every time I want to talk about it you brush me off, Sam. Somehow, I would need to…to know that you and our babies will be okay. I need to have plans if something like this happens again."

"I'm sorry, I didn't listen to you; it's just when you talk about death you never seem sad, like maybe you want to be dead."

Mercedes turned on her side. Her eyes had adjusted to the darkness and she could clearly see her husband profile. "I didn't know I sounded like that. I'm sorry. I guess I probably did it because you were always down when the topic came up. I don't want to be the bearer of bad news so I tried to cheer it up."

Sam snorted, "A lot of things could have been avoided if we talked, huh?"

"Yeah, but, Sam, we do still need to talk about it, specially if you plan on coming with me when I die."

His brow furrowed with disgust, "See, Woman, that shit right there," he snapped, "Stop it."

"Sorry but you know what I meant." She paused a long time. "Our babies will need their father."

"Their father will need their mother," Sam deadpanned.

"How can you be so selfish?" Mercedes scrunched up her face at him. "You would rather our babies be orphans!"

"No, fuck," he ran a hand through his hair, "I'm just...just saying it is going to be hard."

"No one said it will be easy, Sam Evans. Our parents can help out if things get too bad for you. But I will watch over you."

"Will you watch me when I'm in the shower?" Even in the dark Sam could tell she rolled her eyes at him.

"So you got jokes but I can't."

"Let's just say I'm warming up to the idea of you being dead, OOF!" he cried out as a pillow smacked him hard in the face.

"Don't be surprise when blood leaks from the walls when I haunt your ass," Mercedes snarked.

Sam wrapped arm around her waist pulling her flesh against him. "As long as you are with me I'll be happy, blood and all." He whispered taking her hand in his declaring thumb wars.


Dear lawd of heaven, earth, and planet Kepler-22b, he was going to explode his load right here in public. He sat on the top row of the benches during his eldest son baseball game. He's eyes wander over her curves as she walked a fussy one year old back and forth trying to get her to calm down. She swatted down holding onto the fence for balance as she comforted the baby. Sam placed a blanket over his lap.

She wore plain hunter green shorts and frilly yellow blouse with gladiator sandals. Nothing revealing but it didn't matter because her husband knew what was under those garments. Parts he had longed to touch but couldn't bring himself to.

His will-power was gone and he only had himself to blame for horny feeling he had. A horniness that was best match to him having his first wet dream, since high school. Of course the same woman was the bane of both. He was the one that abstained from having sex with her for over a year. Yeah, he masturbated; sometimes with her and sometimes alone, but it was always apparent to him the hand could never satisfy as much as the real thing. To say he missed it was an understatement.

"I think we need to go to couples counseling." Mercedes suggested as they got ready for bed that night.

Startled Sam looked up from his sketch book, "What?! Why!? You're not thinking about divorce are you?"

"What woman doesn't," she shrugged nonchanlantly placing her curls under a silken cap. She walked over to his side of the bed sitting on the edge. "I'm kidding, Sam" she pecked his fearful lips, laughing at his stressful face.

"I think we should just go in for a general analysis." She told him.

"On what?" he rose an eyebrow.

"I don't know maybe the fact that we are barely in our mid-thirties and our sex life has halted to that of eighty year old." She replied sarcastically. Drumming her tiny fingers against her plump lips in thought, "Come to think of it, eighty year olds get more action."

Sam set his sketch pad on his side table. "You can't blame me, Mercedes."

"I beg to differ, Sam Evans; it been a year. Plus I said you can use a condom no matter how much I don't like it, and I'm on birth control." She scoffed, "What more do you want?"

"I don't want to hurt you like I did last time."

Mercedes' face softens quickly. She straddled her husband's thighs. "Samwise," she whispered gently placing her face against his. She wrapped her arms around his waist embracing him in a strong lovingly hug.

"You didn't hurt me, Samuel Beck Evans, nor have you ever hurt me, okay."

He nodded, "I know sometimes I'm rough like last time it's just when I haven't had you I get carried away a bit."

She backed away slightly, their noses still touching, "I love it when you do because I feel the same way," she revealed. "So put those negative thoughts out of your mind, alright."

"I can try."

"You will, Samuel, nothing that has happened to me is your fault. You are a blessing. If the hemorrhage didn't happen when it did it would have happened at some point in time. Probably sometime when we weren't together so you wouldn't be able to help me like you did."

"Remember, I wanted to stay home because I thought my period was early. If you hadn't been there to tell me to put clothes on so we could go to the hospital, where would I be, Sam?"

Mercedes kissed him deeply; cupping his face in her small hands as they both breathed through the long kiss. "You saved my life, My Samwise Gamgee, and for that I will forever be grateful."

"I love you, Yawne," Sam blushed.

"Will you show me instead of telling me you love me?" She asked slyly.

Sam sucked in his cheeks, still a bit wary.

Mercedes rolled her eyes, "If Samwise doesn't want to fuck his Rosie, understand I will just have to make a mold of you dick," she smirked mischievously. "And satisfy myself until you do."

He gaped at her, "You wouldn't?"

"Try me. I haven't had you in over a year as well, Baby; you best be glad you never woke and had to shave your pubes because there was clay stuck in them."

Sam snorted, laughing hard.

She sat back folding her arms against her chest, "I'm dead serious, Sam, I'm this close to doing it." Sam watch pinch her forefinger and her thumb together leaving less than a centimeter between the nails.

"Okay, okay," Sam smiled taking her hand and kissing the palm while his other slipped around her waist. Moving forward he laid her on her back. "But I have to warn you, Rosie, it's been a while," he sat back retrieving a condom from his side table drawer, "and Samwise likes it rough."

Mercedes pulled him back down on top of her. "Rosie like it rough too." She crashed her lips to his.


A/N: And there you have it. I believe this will the next to the last story on the SamCedes: The Series *as a couple.* Not because I don't love them and can't write for them, believe me I can. But I want to end on a good positive note. I do want to cover the revelation of the fifth baby so stay tuned for that. But don't be too sad you still have MJSE High with these two, and I have a long way to go with that story :p

Now my readers, I ask a favor. Can you please give me your honest opinions on my writing especially if you have been with me from the beginning? Have I improved, declined, or stayed consistent? Just the general and anything else you might want to add. I want to try out a few things over the summer and would like to know the general census before I jump. I will forever be grateful if you do. As always thank you for reading and hope you enjoyed it. TTFN :)