Hey guys! Holy crap! I can't believe that this story now has over 400 reviews! That's amazing! You guys are the best readers in the world!
A few notes: when I planned out this story, I decided that I didn't want to keep the entire thing in the present time; meaning, that there's going to be a bit of a time jump; the story that there was to tell at that specific time is over, and if I were to continue writing during the period, it would mostly just be filler. I really hope you like where this story is going, because I'm actually pretty excited; I almost decided not to go this route, because I wasn't sure if you guys would like it. But, after a few reviews I've gotten for the past few chapters, I'm about eighty five percent sure that you guys will like it; either way, here it is.
Another quick note: As a Rachel fan, I care, before any boy or ship, about her dreams. I do believe she belongs on broadway, even if this fic doesn't reflect that. I just think that if certain things were to happen, that this is what she would choose; this Rachel cares more about being with Sam, and being a mother, more than being a star. I realize how anti-feministic that sounds, which was absolutely not my intention. At this point, her ending up on broadway would be unrealistic. This is a work of fiction, so please don't take any of it the wrong way.
Warning: this chapter is rated M for sex, cursing, and adult themes.
Now on to chapter twenty one:
Hold Your Hand: Part Two
Chapter Twenty One
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A New Start
June, 2021
"It's beautiful," Rachel whispered to her husband as she looked up at the large, two story house. At twenty six years old, the small girl could easily say that her life, so far, had been pretty successful. She, as a newly hired cardiologist, and her husband, a published graphic novelist, and comic book shop owner were able to make more than enough money to afford a new, larger living space for themselves and their family. She couldn't be happier with… well, anything, at that point.
The girls had grown a lot- almost too much for Sam to take- with Harmony at six years old, and Olivia at nine, she couldn't help but feel old; she felt that it was just yesterday, that they were taking Harmony home from the hospital, a three year old Olivia by their side. It sometimes felt weird- how one could just immediately love a person, from the moment she laid eyes on them; she always thought that Broadway would be her first love; her life. And at times… she did miss dreaming about her name in lights; but children meant everything to her; if she had a second chance, to choose between them and a Broadway career… she'd choose them again; she would always choose them.
"I know," Sam nodded in agreement, draping an arm over her shoulders, "still can't believe that this things ours… well… not ours yet… yaaay," he chuckled, pressing a kiss on her lips, "we're in debt."
"Mmm," she giggled, leaning into Sam, "girls!" she called, looking over her shoulder at the green Jeep, "come on!"
"Momma," Harmony sighed, dragging her teddy bear on the grass, "I'm tired."
"We know, baby," Sam sighed, leaning down and picking up his youngest daughter, and then taking ahold of his oldest's hand.
"Oh, Harmony," Rachel sighed, "don't drag Charlie," she gently wiped some grass off of the bear's brown fur, "you'll get him all dirty."
"I wanna go in the pool," Olivia mumbled, beginning to dart toward the backyard.
"Woah, woah, woah," Sam, tightened his grip on her hand, letting out a light laugh, "wait a minute, short stuff… we're just moving in…"
"So?" she shrugged.
"So…" he smiled down at the tiny diva, "don't you think it'd be a better idea to get situated in your own room, first? Plus…" he walked back up to his wife, "Quinn, Santana, and everybody are gonna come to help us unpack, in a couple of hours… maybe you should wait until then."
"Can we watch Star Wars?" Olivia asked, looking up at her father.
"Of course, princess," he met her gaze, smiling proudly.
"I still can't believe what you've done to my kid," Rachel rolled her eyes, "she's completely brainwashed."
"Jealous that she's not as in to Funny Girl, as my movies?"
"Sam, she's not old enough to understand any of that, yet…"
"So…" he placed a hand on her baby bump, dropping the subject of the movies, "how're they doing in there?"
"Right now?" she sighed, "kind of annoying… they still think my bladder is a squeeze toy."
Sam grinned widely, gently caressing the bump. About nine months ago, he never would have dreamed that they would reach this point- seven and a half months pregnant with twins.
After Rachel had graduated college, and Sam had finished his sophomore year, they had decided that they wanted to try to have another child; now that they didn't have to pay for Rachel's tuition, they had a lot more extra money put aside; plus, Rachel had a lot more time to spare, since her medical school required more online hours, and less hours on campus.
Things, however, weren't exactly going as well as they had hoped. After a year of trying without results, the two of them were really beginning to get frustrated. They went to Rachel's OBG/YN, to see if there were any problems; surprisingly, they weren't. They were, however, given a pamphlet, showing them different positions that they could use, to increase their chances of getting pregnant.
Three months later, she was pregnant; with a boy, they discovered after a few months. During her second trimester, the small girl slipped and fell down the stairs, causing her to have a miscarriage; the blonde boy still shuddered, whenever he remembered himself crying as he held his dead son in his arms.
After the miscarriage, the two of them were really beginning to give up on the whole 'new baby' idea; they were tired of being let down; sick of the frustration and the heartbreak; they were happy with their girls, and didn't want to invest any more time that they could be spending with them, on something that just might never happen, no matter how hard they tried.
Six months ago, though, Rachel was really beginning to act funny; she was throwing up in the morning, had a couple of random mood swings; they both had a feeling what it might be about, but didn't want to get their hopes up; when they found out that they were, however, having a baby, they couldn't be happier. Sam had to admit… after everything they had been through during the last couple of years… they really deserved it.
"Yeah," he buried his face into her neck, "after having to stop at almost every gas station on the way here, so you could pee, I kind of figured that."
"Not my fault," she smirked, "your sperm; not mine."
"You think you're funny don't you?" he whispered into her ear, "I'm pretty sure that you were dying for my fluids on you, a few days ago."
"Sam," she hissed, pinching his arm, "what the hell is wrong with you? Our children are right there."
"They can't hear," he nibbled on her earlobe, "but… I do see your point…" he moved his lips up and kissed her temple.
"Momma?"
"Yes, sweetheart?" she looked down at Olivia.
"Can I invite Tyler to come and swim with me, one day?"
"Of course you can-"
"Hell no," Sam interrupted the brown eyed girl.
"Samuel!" she exclaimed.
"I'm sorry, I like Tyler, he's a good kid, but he's still a boy; and there's no way in hell I'm letting some boy look at my little girl in a bikini."
"I give up," she sighed, "I do love you, though," she leaned down and nuzzled her face into his neck, "even if I do have to carry two of your spawn around for two more months."
"And I'm very grateful for that," he kissed the top of her head, "you have no idea how much… I'm really glad that we're finally having these babies," Sam turned his attention toward the girls for a quick second, "are you girls excited, too?"
"Yes."
"No," Olivia shook her head.
"What?" Rachel raised a chocolate eyebrow, "why not, sweetie?"
"Because babies are loud, and don't let me sleep."
"No they're not!" Harmony placed her hands on her hips.
"Yes they are!" the brunette shot back, "and you were the worst."
"I don't think so, missy," Rachel let out a light laugh, "as I recall, you were the louder of the two, when you were a baby."
"Ha ha," the blonde girl stuck out her tongue.
"Mommy!" Olivia whined.
"Why are we doing this, again?" Sam mumbled into his wife's ear.
"What?" she shook her head in confusion.
"Taking care of two more crazy munchkins."
"I don't know," she laughed a little, "some days I feel we've lost it; that we've gone completely bonkers."
"The good kind, right?" he squeezed her hand.
"Yes, Samuel," she nodded, "the good kind."
.X.x.X.x.X.
"Thanks again for helping out," Rachel smiled gratefully at Santana, Quinn, and Brittany. It had been a few hours since she and Sam had initially "moved in" to the new house, and the "new home" spell had finally worn off; they had a lot of work to do, boxes to open, things to put away, and rooms to set up. They had already moved in a majority of their furniture, during the past few days, making the job a little less hard today, than it could have been.
"No problem," Quinn shook her head, "we're happy to- sweetie, I'm sorry, but you're getting in momma's way; why don't you sit down on the bed for a little while?" Quinn placed sixteen month old Abigail on the queen sized bed; the same bed that Sam and Rachel had bought, when they had first moved in to Shelby's old apartment. Like her older brothers, Abigail had her mother's large, hazel eyes; unlike them, however, she had also inherited Quinn's golden blonde hair and million dollar smile.
"She's so cute," Santana reached down and stroked the baby's hair, tickling her a little.
"Yeah," Quinn nodded and smiled, "I can't believe how big she's getting, now."
"I know what you mean," Rachel nodded in agreement, "I still can't believe that Olivia's nine; nine," she sat down next to Abigail on the bed, teasing her hand, a little, "I really miss having kids this little."
"Yeah, and now you're going to have two," Brittany giggled.
"Yeah," Santana agreed, "you two are both insane, having two at once… if that was me, I'd be pulling my hair out."
"Sometimes I felt like doing that, while they were infants," Quinn let out a light laugh, "in fact… I still do that now, every once in a while."
Just then, they heard tiny footsteps coming down the hallway and into the master bedroom.
"Mami?" Hope Lopez-Pierce looked up at her dark haired parent, "can I go in the pool?"
"Lo siento, mija," Santana shook her head and sighed, "I didn't bring your bathing suit."
"Oh," the brown eyed toddler bit her lip.
"Don't be sad, butterfly," Brittany crouched down to her level, "maybe when we're done, me and you can drive up to the house and pick it up."
"Thanks, Momma," she hugged the blonde woman before running off.
"Hey," Quinn raised an eyebrow when she opened up another box, "what's this?" she used her thumb and pointer finger to pick up a pair of tight, satin, short, "tickle my pickle" boxers.
"Give me those!" Rachel quickly stood up, and began to run toward the hazel eyed girl. Unfortunately, she wasn't exactly at her fastest, at the time, so Quinn was able to toss them to Santana before she could reach her.
"Really, Rachel?" the Latina chuckled as looked at the black and green piece of clothing.
"I bought those for Sam as a joke!" Rachel exclaimed, snatching the underwear from her friend, "it was a joke!"
"So, tell me, Rachel…" Santana smirked, "what are you and trouty going to do, once we all go home?"
"Santana, stop-"
"Are you gonna tickle his pickle?"
"I hate you both," the petite brunette frowned and crossed her arms.
"Yeah, yeah," Santana laughed again, "there's a whole bunch of fun stuff, in here… lingerie, a gold bikini, a school girl outfit… a light saber?" she shook her head in confusion, "huh… wanky…"
"You two are still doing that?" Quinn shook her head in disbelief, "I can't believe that was all my idea."
"You know what?" Rachel quickly placed the objects back in the box, "I think we're done with this box," she picked it up.
"Rachel," Brittany began, "you're getting pretty big; are you sure you don't need any help with-"
"I'm fine," she snapped, shoving the box at the end of the closet. Once the task had been done, she sat back down on the bed, her arms crossing again.
"Uh oh," Santana sighed, "pouty Berry… should we go get Evans?"
"I don't need you to go get my husband; I'm not a child that needs to be calmed down by her parent," she looked up at the three of them, "I just thought that as my closest friends who've, except for Brittany, have dealt with the stress and frustration of being with child, you would understand, and stop provoking me."
"I'm sorry," Quinn sat down next to Rachel, picking up Abigail in the process, "I shouldn't have pointed the underwear out, in the first place; it was rude, and none of my business."
"I don't know what the big deal is," Santana shrugged, "I mean, if ya'll went through all of our sex stuff, I really wouldn't care; would you, Britt?"
"No," the blue eyed girl shook her head, "sharing is caring."
"Can one of you go get Sam?" Rachel mumbled.
"What?" Santana smirked, again, "I thought you said you didn't need him to calm you down."
"I don't need him to keep me calm; I need him to make me pickles and ice cream."
"We could make that for you," the taller girl shrugged.
"No," she sighed and shook her head, "you don't do it right."
"Rachel what do you mean 'I don't do it right'. When I made it for you, last week, you ate the whole thing."
"Excuse me, Santana, but I'm not eating for one person. I'm not eating for two people. I'm eating for three fucking people; how many people are you eating for?"
"One," she swallowed, immediately regretting correcting the pregnant girl.
"Then shut up!"
"Fine," she muttered, "I'll get Evans."
.X.x.X.x.X.
The next couple of days had been kind of quiet. They continued to unpack, and get everyone settled. Friends came and went to help, as did calls from family, making sure that everything with the house went as planned, catching up on how the girls were doing, and asking how things were going with Rachel and the babies.
"So," Rachel sighed as she and Sam walked out of Harmony's room after tucking her in; she was only seven months along, which, during her first two pregnancies, wasn't a problematic point when it came to her mobility; but now, she felt as if she was breaching whales; she was tired, achy, and just all out not in the mood to put anymore effort into anything, whatsoever.
"Alright," she sighed, stopping a few feet in front of their youngest daughter's room, "I've had enough; you're carrying me to bed."
"What?" he asked, feigning nervousness, "but you're heavy."
"I am?" she whispered, her bottom lip trembling and her eyes glassing over with tears. Crap, Sam smacked himself, internally; he had to remember that Rachel was sensitive, and he had to be a little more careful with his jokes, than usual; especially after the incident during the beginning of her pregnancy, when she threw a dog statue at his head, when he said that he didn't want to touch her used pregnancy test; luckily, he ducked.
"No... Shit... No, baby, of course you don't... You're beautiful, Rachel... Like the day I met you."
"No I don't... I look horrible!" she wailed out, burying her face into his shoulder.
Damn, he thought, running his hand up and down her back, she wasn't this bad during her last pregnancy.
"You don't want me, anymore," she sniffled, "I'm so ugly, now... And fat..."
"No you're not... You know you're not... You know that you're beautiful... You're just hormonal."
"I irritate you, don't I?" she sobbed.
"You do not," he kissed her temple, " that's not how it works in this relationship; I irritate you, you throw a temper tantrum, and then we have sex."
"You wish that's all we do," she laughed a little, wiping her eyes with the back of her hand.
"Not really," he shrugged and shook his head, " I just love seeing you smile... Although," he smirked, "I do think that angry Rachel is incredibly sexy..."
"You're a pig," she crossed her arms.
"Well you're mean," he stuck his tongue out at her.
"I'm pregnant, I'm allowed to be mean," Rachel crossed her arms, "you're the one at fault; stepping into my line of fire was completely a decision you made on your own."
"Okay, I'm sorry I made you feel bad."
"Don't patronize me, Samuel," she sighed.
"That wasn't my intention," he kissed her ear, "now... Are you still up for that lift to the bedroom?"
"What? Aren't you going to make some comment about needing some sort of forklift to take me there?"
"When the hell have I ever said that sort of thing to you?" he wrapped her arms around her body, "never; I don't find making my wife cry an amusing activity."
"Shut up..." she bit her lip.
"Huh?" he raised an eyebrow.
"You're gonna make me cry again, and now I'm kind of horny..." she looked down at her feet.
"I..." his jaw dropped a little, "I thought you were pissed at me..."
"I can't control my emotions, right now..." she stroked his arm, "don't make fun of me."
"I... I wasn't gonna, I..." he swallowed, "I just kind of wasn't expecting that..."
"Sam?"
"Mmm hmm?"
"Shut up and kiss me," she wrapped her arms around his neck, pressing her lips against hers. Sam smiled into the kiss, moaning when he felt her tongue touch his. He picked her up and walked into their bedroom, gently placing her on the queen sized bed.
The blonde boy quickly stripped his wife down to her underwear. Helping her sit up, he unclasped her bra and then removed her underwear, throwing both of them on the floor. He unbuckled his pants in a rush, pulling them down as quick as he could.
"God, you're hot," he growled as he moved onto the bed with her. Sam moved his hand down to her center, his cock beginning to throb when he felt the wetness down there, "shit, you're wet," he began to stroke her clit.
"Oh god," Rachel moaned when she felt him run his finger over her clit, grabbing on to his shirt, "Sam, I... I..."
"You know what I think we should do?" he mumbled into her ear.
"What- oh!" she gasped when she felt him bury his face into her neck, nipping and sucking at her pulse point, "Sam, please!"
"It's been two days since we've moved in... And you know damn well that this isn't really our house until we break in the bedroom..."
"You're still the same perve you were when you were sixteen," she smiled up at him.
"Hey," he chuckled, "I'll have you know that sixteen was a good year for me; I met this really hot girl, and ended up snagging her for life... I love you, baby," he kissed her neck, "six years... I can't believe we've already been married for over six years... that's a long time..."
"Mmm hmm," she nodded, trying to remain calm when she felt him slide a finger into her, "Sam, please!" she wriggled against him, trying to make him insert another; her core was on fire now, and it was all she could do not to scream out loud.
"Take," she swallowed, "t-take it off," she pulled on his blue t-shirt, biting down on her lip. Once he did so, she began to run her hands up and down his bare chest, wetness pooling in between her thighs. "Sam," she whispered. "Sam, p-please," she begged, tears rolling down her cheeks from the overwhelming pleasure, "I-I'm gonna c-cum... I n-need more..."
"More what?" he raised an eyebrow, teasing her, just because he could.
"More fingers!" her nails were digging so deep into his skin that she was almost leaving scars as she just basically humped his hand.
Sam smirked, and added two fingers to her clit, resisting the urge to pull away from her center and lick his coated fingers, clean; he knew how close Rachel was, and didn't know if she would be able to handle waiting any longer to cum, so he fought against it.
He knew that it was only a matter of seconds until she came; she was so wet, that his fingers and palm were coated, and she was starting to drip onto his cock (that was already leaking pre-cum of its own). Watching his wife rock against his hand, so turned on that she was making a big sopping mess on the comforter, her ass, her thighs, his chest, and his cock made Sam long to reach down and grasp his burning cock, already on the brink of cumming all over himself.
"Sam," Rachel sobbed out, "can't take it, anymore... Gotta... Gotta... Gonna cum so hard... I... I'm gonna... I'm gonna... S-so close... Oh... Oh god, I'm gonna..."
"Rachel, wait," he looked down at his aching crotch, and quickly removed his fingers.
"Sam," she whimpered, squirming around in his lap, "I need to cum... Please... I'm desperate, I'll do anything, I swear," she took his hand and began to grind herself against it, "I can't hold out, anymore..."
"I know, baby, just... Just hold it for a second."
"But-"
"Hold still..." he pulled down his boxers, "I don't want you cuming, yet."
"But I can't..."
"Just..." he placed her backwards on his lap, so her back was facing him (one of the only positions they were able to do at that stage of the pregnancy) and sat up, "ooooooh Rae," he moaned.
"Feels good?" he asked, unable to contain a high pitched yelp as he moved a little bit faster.
"Real good," she rested her head on his chest as he continued to move in and out of her.
"I am so in love with you Rachel..." he said to her, his hands reaching over and squeezing her breasts. Her hair was tied back in a ponytail, that was continuously hitting him in the face, which he for some reason found extremely erotic.
"I want to feel your love Sam..." she whispered back, "I want you to cum inside of me."
Sam groaned, speeding up his movements. He wasn't going to last much longer, and made sure that Rachel knew that. The small girl wrapped her hands around both of his arms, cupping his hard biceps, possessively. She had actually been close a few times but had managed to push the feeling away, wanting him to come first. When she heard him softly mutter, "I'm close, Rach," into her ear, "… so, so close…" she moaned even louder than before… when he whispered, "When I come I'm going to just stop inside you, so you can feel it...ohgod, I'm so close..." she almost lost all self-control, right there.
Rachel pressed her lips against his, letting her hands tug lightly at his golden blonde hair as she let out a tiny whimper, "Sam."
After a few seconds, Sam couldn't take it, anymore. His body shook and he steadied her, placing his hands on her shoulders. Rachel felt when he came, shooting against her cervix a couple times and then his cock jerking inside her, him grunting finding it difficult to not move her up and down on him as he orgasmed. Slowly, when his grip loosened on her hips, she allowed herself to move up his cock again, then back down, and about five fast thrusts later she was coming on him.
"Sam… Sam…" she screamed, "ohgodohfuckthatsitrightthere ," her wails grew even louder as she came around his quickly softening member.
"Fuck, baby," he sighed as his orgasm ended and he began to relax.
"Sam…" she breathed, resting her head on his heaving chest, "I have… no words…"
"Me… neither…" he wrapped his arms around her, holding her as close to him as he possibly could with her bump, "I'm loving these hormones… except when you turn into scary Rachel… that kind of makes me want to go and stay in one of the girls' beds…"
"Don't blame me…" she placed her hand on her bump, "blame your children."
"Never," he leaned down and kissed the bump, "I love you guys… so, so much," he smiled, "and I'm so, so glad that you have no idea that you don't know what the hell is going on, because daddy really needed his mommy time."
"Samuel!" she exclaimed, "what the hell is wrong with you?"
"Evidently nothing, since you married me," he smirked, "if there really was something wrong with me, then that was a really dumb mistake on your part."
"You're so weird."
"You love me so much, though."
"I suppose I do," she giggled and kissed his cheek, "what can I say… I'm a sucker for nerds."
"Obviously," he chuckled, "Nga 'aw ngay yawne. nga yawne lu oer nì'ul to," he kissed her cheek.
"Aw," she rubbed her hand up and down his arm, "you're my one true love too, Sammy… even if you are a pain in my ass."
"Oh? Do you want to be with someone else; because I'm sure Finn's still available."
"Then maybe I wouldn't have you trying to hump me, every two minutes."
"Oh come on," he sat up and took hold of his penis, "you know you love this little guy… I think I'm gonna stop calling him little Sam, from now on."
"What?" she giggled her fingers playing with one of his chest hairs, "but that's like… the end of an era."
"Yeah, but… 'little Sam'… it makes it seem like some tiny little scrap of skin… from now on, I'm calling him Samasaurous."
"Oh dear god," she buried her face into her face into her hands.
"Come on, look at this big strong guy… he's like a little lightsaber… pew pew… pew!"
"Out," she pointed toward the door.
"I'm sorry," he chuckled, "I'll put him away."
"That's all I ask," she crossed her arms.
"Still love me?" he pouted.
"Do I even have a choice?"
"No," he shook his head, gently running his thumbs up and down her thighs, "you really don't."
"Huh," she sighed, "guess I'm stuck…" she looked down at his penis, "you'd better put that thing away before I smack it."
"I thought you hated Fifty Shades of Grey."
"I did," she cuddled into him, enjoying the way his body warmed up hers, "who said I would be doing that in some sort of sexual matter?"
"It was worth a shot," he shrugged, "so… how are you feeling?"
"Happy," she smiled up at him, "I'm always happy with you."
"They're not bothering you?" he looked down at her bump.
"No," she shook her head, "they're sleeping… which is what we should be doing; I'm tired of listening to your perverse comments."
"Fine," he sighed, wrapping his arms around her petite body, "night, angel."
"Love you, moron."
"I love you too, stupid," he smiled down at her, gently running his hands through her chocolate brown hair, "forever."
.X.x.X.x.X.
"You two'd better play nice!" Rachel called as she sat down next to Sam on the back porch, watching as Harmony and Olivia threw a ball around.
"You know," Sam sighed as he draped an arm over his wife's shoulders, "I kept my promise."
"What?" she raised an eyebrow in confusion.
"I remember… back when we were living in the first apartment, I promised… I promised you that… before we had our third kid… we'd be able to afford a house of our own… with a pool, and a backyard, and a swing set-"
"Well," she smirked, "we don't have that yet."
"Someday soon," he sighed.
"Momma," Olivia whined, running up to her mother, "the ball went over the fence."
"We told you to be careful," the green eyed boy placed his daughter on his lap, smiling when she felt her rest her head on his chest "phew, squirt," Sam shook his head and held his nose, "you stink."
"Harm farted on me," Olivia crossed her arms.
"I swear to god, you two," she sighed and rubbed her temples, "I sometimes I feel like I'm raising boys…" she glared up at him, "it's all your fault… you encourage this behavior."
"Hey," he chuckled, "I resent that."
"Yes but-"
"Hey!" they heard footsteps coming into the yard; Rachel gasped a little when she heard the voice, but then settled back down; you're probably just imagining things, she told herself, the hormones, or… something like that.
She began to settle back down, a little, until she heard her husband mumble, "what the hell?"
Biting her lip, she looked up at, to see a tall, lanky figure in front of them, "Finn?" she whispered, staring up at him. It had been a long time since she had seen him last- hadn't come in contact with him since graduation- and he looked a bit different; he had now grown out a thick, black beard and mustache combo, and had a bit of a beer gut; it was very slight, but noticeable.
"Oh look," Finn smirked, "it's the loser and his whore."
"What's a whore?" Olivia whispered into her father's ear.
"Nothing," the blonde boy stood up, taking the yellow ball that he was holding and passing it to her, "go play with your sister."
"But what is it?" the tiny brunette persisted.
"It's a bad lady," he replied quickly, a little frustrated. "Now go play." Olivia ran off.
"You're welcome, by the way," Finn crossed his arms, "next time, tell your brats to keep their stuff out of my yard."
"Your yard?" Rachel placed a hand on her hip, "you live there alone? Are you married?" she elbowed Sam in the ribs when she heard scoff at her last question.
"No," he shook his head and sighed, "my cousin and her husband live here; I'm staying in their downstairs apartment, until I find a job, and can afford some place of my own… what about you… what, did the hobo head off to the nearest strip club and do one of his old routines so you could afford to live here?"
"How the hell do you know about that?" she asked, her hand clasped onto Sam's in an attempt to keep him calm.
"Everyone has facebook… even poor dudes," he shrugged.
"I'm not the one who's living in his cousin's basement," the blonde boy growled
"Well I'm not the one who knocks up his little slut wife every couple of months… what kid are you up to? Eleventh? Maybe twelfth?"
"Is that any of your business?" Rachel glared up at him.
"Why are you such a bitch to me, Rachel? I dated you, back in high school, while you were pregnant with some freak's illegitimate child; I took you back even after you dumped me for no reason, during the summer before, and were the laughing stock of the whole school."
"Oh… thank you so, so much… I had no idea that dating me was such a hardship; thank you so much for your charity," she rolled her eyes.
"Sarcastic bitch," the tall man muttered.
"You know what, potato head?" Sam took a step toward him, "I'm fucking sick and tired of you insulting my wife; how the hell can you look me in the eye, right now, and tell me that you love this woman, even after just calling her a whore, a slut, and a bitch… if you do love her, then you have a sick, twisted way of showing it."
"I love her, but any girl that sucks every cock she sees is a slut."
"Finn," she sighed, "you're… you're just pathetic… I'm sorry that I fell out of love with you… it's ridicules that I should even have to apologizing for loving someone… Sam and I didn't do anything to you… you can't seriously be mad because we love each other; you're just upset that your life turned to crap because you spent your entire college career moping around, obsessing over something that will never, ever happen… it's… it's just pathetic; and I feel sorry for you… now…" she sighed, "thank you for bringing back the ball; I know that Harmony and Olivia really appreciate it… can you kindly leave our yard before you make me angry. I'm seven months pregnant, have a lot of pent up aggression over him chewing and snoring so loudly," she looked up at him, "and I'd be happy to take it out on you."
"Take it easy, fat ass," he laughed and rolled his eyes before walking out of the yard and back into his own home.
"You're mean," Sam stuck his tongue out at Rachel, "what's wrong with my chewing."
"It's obnoxious."
"Well I'm sorry I don't chew quiet enough for you…" he rolled his eyes, "I'll try to stop."
"That's all I ask," she sighed.
"Hey… you could do worse," he pointed to the next house over, "you could be living in someone's basement with whiskers Magee."
"I suppose I got kind of lucky," she wrapped her arms around his torso, "so… how long do you think we're going to have to deal with him?"
"Hopefully not too long; and hopefully he won't bother us too much."
"Still think I need a gun."
"A gun? Sam Evans, I swear to god," Rachel sighed again, rolling her eyes as she remembered the way Sam reacted back when he found out that Rachel was working with Jesse at the diner, "you're insane."
"You're right," he smirked, flexing his arm, "we already got a set of guns, right here; go ahead… touch it… you know you want to…"
"That's it," she giggled, playfully pushing his arm, "I'm filing for divorce, in the morning."
What did you guys think? Did you like it? Love it? Hate it? For anyone who was wondering, yes, in context, Sam and Rachel know the sexes of the babies, and I know what they're going to be too. I'm still debating on whether or not they're going to say it, or if it will be revealed before the birth; I think it'd be a fun surprise; okay, maybe just for me haha? I'm aware that in a few recent Sam/ Rachel stories, Rachel has twins, but I've actually been planning on her having twins for a while; even before Harmony was born.
I could use some help with names, however. I'm pretty stuck, and if you guys could give me some suggestions, that'd be awesome :).
Also, if you haven't already, go check out 'As Time Goes By' by cerberus angel. It's an awesome story, and she's definitely one of the best Evanberry writers on this site :)
Thank you so much to I heart Samchel, Samchellove, MissJackieBurkhart, Babyheartsglee, Babylovesglee, m-white624, LeaMS, cerberus angel, Guest, Chordfan, Christaarayy, Guest, Fighter23, jess1414, that70sfinchelgleek, Ellii51, and pinkprincess007 for reviewing. Your kind words and constructive criticism always make me smile. Chapter twenty two is finished. I'll post it as soon as I get seventeen reviews for this one so please review :)