Sorry for the delay, I had a cousin running in the Peachtree Road Race, so I got inundated by family.
THANKS as always to my betas KayBee80 and Illiandyandra, and to all those who read and review.
CHAPTER 21
Mercedes sat on the bed sipping the peppermint tea room service had been gracious enough to provide. Sam came out of the bathroom carrying his clothing in a plastic trash bag, and scrubbing a towel through his wet hair. "You know, Mercy, I've eaten every meal with you for the last week…when the hell did you have corn?" Sam asked teasingly.
Mercedes stood slowly, but as soon as she was sure that there wouldn't be an instant replay of the earlier incident, she crossed the room quickly and started to apologize profusely for the debacle. "Baby, I'm so sorry. I don't know what happened. I was so happy and we were both happy and then…"
"Darlin', I swung a pregnant woman around until she got dizzy, I guess I was sort of asking for it." Sam laughed. He smiled and pulled her into a big hug. He knew that Mercedes had brushed her teeth as he had very carefully removed his soiled clothing. So he didn't hesitate to fuse his mouth with hers. As they kissed, Mercedes hands found the knot holding Sam's towel at his waist. Her small hands, extra warm from the heat of the tea cup they'd just been wrapped around, wrapped around Sam's burgeoning erection. "Oh shit," Sam hissed in pleasure. "Honey, you were sick not fifteen minutes ago."
"More like thirty." Mercedes murmured as she started kissing his jaw and neck. "I'm feelin' just fine right about now."
"Oh God, Mercy, you know I can't think when you…oh shit yeah, fuck baby….the Baby…your tummy." Sam said and carefully pulled back just a bit. "Mercy, Darlin', come on. Give me another thirty minutes of you not making like the kid in the Exorcist. One hour vomit free, and then we'll spend the next two hours making love." He implored. "Please."
Mercedes growled out a frustrated. "Fine…what shall we talk about for the next thirty-two minutes?"
"Well, how do you think the guests liked the wedding favors?" Sam asked with a sly smile as he pulled on a pair of boxer briefs.
Mercedes smiled as she thought of the two straight weekends she and Sam had spent recording the songs for the commemorative CD that was given to all the guests as they left the reception. "They got a seventeen track CD of love songs and duets performed by the two of us, only a couple of them I've ever even performed before. It was a studio quality CD and it was autographed by both of us with special cover art done by you…they loved it and I'm betting money that several of them have already ripped the music to their iPods or MP3 players. "
Sam smiled, "half of them done ripped the music to their hard drives and are currently trying to figure out how to upload it to the net without risking the wrath of the Brothers Puckerman."
"While the Brothers Puckerman with their honorary, slightly incestuous sister Santana, have already set up the pay site selling the tracks to teens and comictards." Mercedes laughed. "With us only getting five percent of the proceeds, just so they don't feel actually guilty."
"Hey," Sam shouted, his tone affronted. "The members of the comic nation have been very good to me. They hail me as their leader…don't call them names."
"And how did you achieve the exalted level of 'leader'? What did you do, see Avatar more times than any other nerd…or was it Star Wars, or Star Trek?" She teased.
"Oh, don't even try to act like you don't like Star Trek, I've heard you arguing with your dad… 'Sisco was the best captain ever' or with your mom, 'Quinto made Spock hot, Nimoy was cute, but not Hot'." He said doing his very best Mercedes impression.
Mercedes rolled her eyes. "What, gay or not, Quinto is the hottest sci-fi movie actor ever." She defended, "and you can't even try and tell me that Sisco wasn't the smoothest, most pimpilicious Captain of any space ship, ever."
Sam stepped up to defend Kirk and Picard. Only for Mercedes to point out that Sam was only using movie Picard, and 2009 Kirk. That Sisco was that awesome on an hour long TV show with a TV PG rating automatically elevated him above his counterparts. They argued heatedly for the next forty-five minutes. The fun, amusing argument disintegrated into a tickle fight that soon transformed, from raucous play into heated caresses and gentle but passionate kisses. Sam rolled Mercedes on top of him and rid her of the beautiful jade green maxi dress he'd found for her to wear on their honeymoon. He looked up at her looking both beautiful and sexy as sin in her matching satin and lace bra and panty set.
Monica had shown Sam how to select bras for his woman. She told him that Mercedes had a pronounced need for support and a rampant desire for beauty. Bras for Mercedes needed to have strong, often wide straps, and if they had demi cups they needed to have the invisible anchoring fabric lining the upper hem of the cup so that she wouldn't overflow them, instead they'd just look overflowing. Sam loved the way her breasts looked when anchored into the barely there cups she preferred. They always looked as though the next giggle or even deep breath would see them spilling forth into his waiting hands. Sam wrapped his arms around Mercedes' waist and slid his big hands up the soft skin of her back, pushing her forward into his kiss even as his nimble fingers went to work on the six hooks holding her mammoth breasts securely in place. He massaged her flesh, soothing away some of the impressions in her skin the bra made before slipping his hands up to unfasten the strap that joined behind her neck to suit the dress' halter top design.
When Mercedes leaned up to catch her breath, her bra stayed where it was, lying across Sam's torso. She flicked it across the bed and lowered her head to nibble on of the flat, little nipples it had covered. This served two functions. First it allowed her to tease Sam's very sensitive, pale pink flesh, and second, she had to scoot back a bit to be able to tickle the morsel, and that pressed her wet, heat against the bulge of his erection trapped in his underwear. Sam arched up into the junction of Mercy's thighs creating delightful friction for both of them. Both lovers cursed at the wonderful sensations caused by Sam stroking Mercedes' clit with the underside of his dick through the two thin layers separating them. Sam slid his hands back down her back and into her delicate panties to caress the silky smooth skin of her buttocks.
"Need to be inside you, Darlin'." Sam moaned as his hands flexed and clinched rocking Mercedes' hips against his. Together they worked his boxers down, barely raising up and never loosing contact with each other. Impatiently, Sam pushed the satin gusset of Mercedes panties to the side and entered her slowly, gently. "Oh Yeah, Baby…you feel so damn good." He moaned.
"So full, Sammy." Mercedes answered back. "You fill me so damn full." She slid down his shaft slowly, loving that even after weeks and weeks of almost continuous lovemaking, the delicious stretching sensation was still there every single time.
"That's 'cause your sexy little pussy is so fucking tight." Sam grunted as he leaned up to take one of her hard, little nipples into his mouth. He sucked and sucked until Mercedes began to shake and shiver and scream. "That's it Darlin' cum for me."
They made love until their bodies needed rest. They took a short nap only to awaken with a need to sate a different appetite. After showering, Sam dressed in black slacks and a slightly faded green dress shirt. Given the heat of the evening, he decided to eschew a tie. He put on the only pair of dress shoes he'd brought with him, the very comfortable ones he'd worn on his first date with Mercedes two months before. As he waited, he went through the suite, checking out the lay of the land. He'd been so concerned with getting the confirmation of his suspicions, that he'd not really paid attention to the room much beyond the superficial, parlor, bedroom, bathroom…oh wow what a view. Now, he noticed the furnishings and the décor. Everything was done in calming and soothing colors, yet they had island motifs as well. The woods were dark, and the upholstery light. Sam sat on the couch and was able to look out at the beautiful panoramic view in front of him. It was amazing and almost as awe-inspiring as the vision that stepped into view in the doorway between the two rooms. Mercedes had completed her toilet. She was wearing a pair of silver ultra-high heeled sandals, and a black and white short jumpsuit with three quarter length sleeves. Her hair was down in long waves that reached down her back. The neckline was high, but the bodice of the jumpsuit was tight enough across the swells of Mercedes' breasts that Sam's mouth started to water. The legs barely reached her mid-thigh, showcasing her chocolate legs in a way that made Sam's stomach begin to argue with his dick. However, that argument was settled by the rumbling of Mercedes tummy. "You look beautiful, Darlin'. Let's go feed the Baby."
They walked holding hands and talking quietly over to the Turtle Bay Estate House, the resort's elegant dining restaurant. Their dinner was amazing; a veritable seafood smorgasbord accompanied by delightful salads and traditional island side dishes. After dinner they walked over to the telephone pavilion. Thankful for the time difference, Mercedes was able to call and make an appointment for the first Monday after they returned to LA. They debated calling their family, but decided to wait until after they returned from their honeymoon. Returning to their room they made love and slept the night away.
They spent seven days in paradise and other than the Sunset Cocktail Cruise that came as part of their Very Important Honeymooner package; they only left their room to frolic on the beach or to go eat. They made love almost constantly, even got into trouble for making love on the semi-private beach outside their room. Sunday evening, they returned to the airport and flew into JFK. They'd had to purchase an extra piece of luggage to hold their keepsakes and the souvenirs that the couple had purchased for their family and friends. When they were making their way to the waiting car service, Sam heard Mercedes grumble. "I knew we should have hired Rangeman for the rest of our New York time too."
He turned to ask her why even as his eyes started to scan the concourse for hidden dangers, when a microphone and camera were shoved in his face. "Mr. Evans, Mr. Evans is it okay if we call you Sam?"
"Huh? Sure?" he answered. Sam was used to fans, but paparazzi was a new thing for him. Binkie and Junior had kept him pretty well insulated from it.
"Thanks Sam." The dude said affably. "So Sam, have you always loved Comics? Who would win, Nightwing or Speedy?"
"Nightwing," Sam said with a little smirk. "Dick Grayson was Nightwing, while Speedy was still a Teen Titan with Tim Drake though so I can't see him fighting someone that much younger than him." He and Mercedes kept moving forward, and the pap kept pace.
"You know your stuff." He laughed. "So, Is Shane Tinsley telling the truth when he says that if you hadn't stolen Mercedes away from him in high school, they would have been married all these years?" the long haired, blond, surfer looking TMZ camera man asked.
Sam laughed a slightly mean sound. "Hell to the no. Mercedes and I were in love before he ever moved to Lima. She might have been willing to date him, but no way would she have married him when she still loved me. And why are you asking me anyway…She is standing right here."
"I don't talk to them." Mercedes told him honestly.
"Yeah, apparently someone misquoted her and Beyoncé started trying to start a beef with her. That cat got fired quick, fast and in a hurry." The Sufer dude shook his head. "It sucks that Ms. Jones won't talk to us. She told it exactly like it is and she was always super nice."
Mercedes gave him a thank you smile. Sam gave him a hard look. "So you're going to quote me correctly?"
"Of course." He said kindly. "We always quote Puck correctly when he's with her too. So did you guys have a nice honeymoon?"
Fortunately before Sam could answer they reached the limo driver from the same car service that Mercedes had utilized every time she needed a car during a visit to the city. Sam waved goodbye to the paparazzi dude and they and made it to their Manhattan apartment and skyped their families to let them know they had gotten home safely.
Mercedes dialed in her family first. As soon as Edith and Heath were visible on her ultrabook, they pulled up Marcus and Georgie on Sam's. "Wow…Sam you look so tanned, and Mercedes you look so relaxed and you both look so very happy." Edith said with a big smile.
"Where did you go?" Georgie asked. "I can't believe you wouldn't tell any of us where you were taking her on your surprise honeymoon."
"Oh please, neither you, nor your mother-in-law could have managed to keep a secret that big." Heath laughed. "Now hush, child, I want to hear all about it."
Mercedes and Sam exchanged a glance wondering who was going to start the story. Even without words, they knew that they would have to save their news for after their retelling of the PG version of their honeymoon. "Well, Sam took me to Caneel Bay Resort in the US Virgin Islands. Apparently before we came to Lima for the wedding, he had dragged Monica out shopping here in Manhattan and he got me everything I needed, including this gorgeous maxi dress." She stood and modeled the black ankle length dress with its center field of blues and teals all melding together in paisleys and diamonds. "When we got to our room, they had a beautiful gift basket waiting for us. It had champagne, and some massage oils that smelled like the ocean, it was awesome. The room was really, really nice and had an incredible terrace. From the terrace, you could hear, see, smell, and darn near touch the ocean. The waters were crystal clear and just perfect…so warm. The beach sand was so fine; it was almost like walking across acres of sugar." She waxed poetic.
Sam couldn't help but remember that Mercedes' love of the way that sand had felt between her cute, little toes is what had led to her dragging him out of their room one night after eleven. In his mind he was back on that sugar sand beach with Mercedes in the moonlight.
Sam knew that Mercedes liked being as comfortable as she could when she was lounging around. So Sam had found her these cute little strapless cotton dresses for her to wear when she wasn't ready for pajamas, but wasn't going anywhere at all. Mercedes was wearing the lavender dress, the tie tied tightly under her breasts when she pulled Sam from the nap he'd taken after they got back from their rather late dinner. As soon as Sam opened his eyes, he realized that Mercedes was braless under her little sundress. And a braless Mercedes was usually a completely underwearless Mercedes. She really couldn't stand to break up one of her sets, and all she owned were sets. He leaned forward and presses a kiss against the cotton hiding his favorite mountains from his sight. As soon as he tried to capture a hard little nipple, however, Mercedes pulled back. "Come with me." She commanded.
He stood and started to follow her before his brain engaged enough to ask where they were going. "Mercy, I'm not really dressed for going out." He said remembering that he was wearing an old pair of basketball shorts and nothing else.
"Good…we aren't going very far. In fact I really think that any clothing at all is pretty much optional for what I have planned." She told him as she grabbed his hand and pulled him out onto to their room's terrace. She pulled him further and further away from the walls of their room, until they stood ankle deep in the surf. Satisfied, Mercedes turned and pulled Sam's head down to kiss his pink lips. In moments the kiss became far more than a kiss. It grew deep enough that Mercedes' knees were weak and her body soon started to tremble.
Sam pulled her closer, allowing his erection to press into the slightly firm flesh of her belly. The kiss broke on a moan, though neither knew who made the sound. Mercedes sat upon the sand and the waves and pulled Sam down with her. They kissed in the surf, Sam's hands edging under Mercedes short little dress, until one found the heated flesh between her thick thighs. Mercedes hands weren't idle. Mercy quickly slipped her hand into his shorts. She pushed his shorts as far down as she could and wrapped her hand around his cock and started to stroke him gently. Mercedes loved the fact that Sam was so thick that she needed both hands to reach all the way around him. She traced the bulging veins with her fingers. Mercedes soft hands and loving ministrations were driving Sam crazy. Despite the fact that they had already made love three times that day, the gentle stroking of her hand on his cock had his dick weeping. She captured the drop of precum with her thumb and rubbed it into his shaft. "Oh God, Darlin', your soft little hand feels so fucking good."
"Not as good as yours." She moaned as Sam circled a long, thick finger around and around her clit.
"Oh, your pretty, little pussy is so damn wet, Mercy." Sam muttered sliding his finger deep into Mercedes well of moisture. "And SO tiiiigggghhhhttt." Mercedes captured Sam's lips with hers, quieting him before he could draw any nearby beachcombers attention. But as much as Sam loved kissing his woman, in that moment he wanted nothing more than to have her big, pretty tits in his mouth and his name on her beautiful lips. He nipped his mouth down her neck and used his chin to nuzzle the dress down, baring her chocolate brown orbs. Sam licked and nibbled and sucked until Mercedes' pussy was running like a river. When she was panting and screaming his name, he rolled her under him and nestled between her spread legs.
"Please Sammm. Fuck me now." She begged even as she panted and tried to catch her breath. Mercedes wrapped her legs around Sam's hips and pulled him forward as he teased the entrance to her pussy, forcing him to sink into her.
"Shit." Sam cried out, thrusting forward to bury himself deeply inside her warmth and wetness. "Damn Darlin'." He leaned down and kissed his wife as they moved together. The waves grew stronger around them as their hips rocked against each other. Mercedes drove her hips up into Sam as he ground his pelvis against her trapping clit deliciously between them as his every stroke massaged her G-spot. "Your pussy is so damn hot and tight." Sam plunged in and out of Mercedes. Her walls gripped him, trying to keep him trapped inside. He continued to kiss and caress her even as his hips thrust and retreated in a rhythm designed to make her scream and beg for more. "I love you, Darlin'." He groaned as he felt his balls start to tighten and his spine begin to tingle signaling the imminent arrival of his own orgasm.
"Love you too, Sam…Oh, oh, oh…OHHHH!" Mercedes screamed as her body shook with the largest orgasm she'd had all day.
Sam could only join her and their voices rose on the night wind as he emptied himself into her clenching, milking body.
Sam was drawn from his memories as Mercedes asked him a question. "So think we should tell them?" She asked giving him a smile that told him she knew exactly what he'd been thinking about.
"Apparently our week was summarized rather quickly when we can't mention all our lovemaking." He murmured too low for either of the laptop mics to pick up.
Mercedes laughed uproariously. "Boy, hush and tell them the good news."
"Yeah, Sam…tell us that you knocked up our baby girl." Edith Jones said trying to maintain a stern look. Her attempt at a small prank was shot to hell when her laughter joined Mercedes. When Sam sputtered out a question, asking how she'd known, Edith only laughed harder. Finally she got herself under control. "Sam, I've had two children, and I know my daughter. I was fairly sure the first day you two came to Lima. I mean, the Lord blessed Mercedes greatly in the bosom area, but when you two come into the house, those two came in ten minutes before the rest of her." She teased.
"I knew because she kept threatening to vomit on people. When I was pregnant with Joy, even looking at something circular for too long and I got nauseous." Georgie volunteered.
"Well, I'm not even gonna lie, it took me a minute to figure it out. I mean, yeah, she was glowing like a light bulb, but she was also marrying the man she's been in love with since she was sixteen. It could have been that. I didn't know for sure until the bachelor party, I noticed that neither of you were drinking any alcohol. That's what made me know it for real." Marcus told them.
Heath laughed gently. "I refused to speculate until after you said your vows." He told his daughter. "It's a daddy's prerogative to firmly believe that their daughter went to the altar as virginal as the day she was born. You'll understand soon enough, Sam."
Edith looked at her children on the screen. "Ok, I'm gonna put this out there. Mercedes, you were raised Methodist, and Sam was raised Catholic. I think that over the next few months, you two should alternate services and hopefully by the time the baby gets here, you can decide if you want to have a baptism or a dedication?"
Mercedes and Sam shared a look. "And we can't just do both and then raise them in both faiths. I mean, they are both Father, Son and Holy Ghost faiths…how different can they really be?" Sam was perplexed.
Heath rolled his eyes. "Just start going to both…you'll find out. Now, we're going to let you go so you can call Dwayne and Marie…I've got to try and get to your mother's cell phone before she manages to tell half the world."
"Mom, no!" Mercedes yelled.
Edith face took on a mulish, sullen expression. "Why the hell not?"
In a move that mirrored her father's expression of moments before, Mercedes rolled her eyes. "Moma, maybe I would like to bask in the joy of having my husband and finding out about my baby in peace and quiet, rather than having to share them both with the whole damn world already."
"Oh, yeah." Edith said sheepishly, "I kind of forgot you're famous so everyone will start getting all in your face about everything. I was just so happy for my baby…but I'll keep it a secret…ummm, about how long am I gonna have to keep this secret?"
Mercedes shrugged. "After we tell MaMarie, and Mr. Dwayne…and tell Poppa Burt and Carol you can talk about it all you want with those four, and you know in the ND crew…But not until after we all go out tomorrow…we're telling them then."
Sam nodded. "Maybe we can tell the world after we make it through the first trimester. I mean, that's what my momma did when she was pregnant with the twins. They didn't even tell MeMaw cause she couldn't hold water."
"Alright…I can do that. I can keep the secret 'til then." Mercedes mother gave her a look of love and happiness. "But please tell me you're gonna find out the gender as soon as you can. I'm not trying to have to buy green or yellow everything."
"And you know this, man." Sam said in his best Chris Tucker. "Can you see Mercedes waiting that long to know something that important?"
The conversation wrapped up with their shared laughter. As they disconnected, Edith Jones was going on and on about how pretty the babies were going to be. Their call to the Evans clan went much the same way; summarize the honeymoon, PG information only, and then share their wonderful news. "But we aren't telling anyone outside the immediate family and the New Directions." Sam said as soon as Stacey finally finished screaming out her joy.
"What, you cannot tell me that I'm about to be an aunt, by the only person I was ever willing to acknowledge as my sister-in-law, and then tell me that I can't tell anyone." Stacey whined dramatically.
Stevie threw her a long suffering look, "Usually, I try very hard not to agree with her, but in this case she's right. That's just cruel."
"Well, we couldn't tell you and Moma and Dad, and not tell Stacey." Sam defended.
"Sam and Angel did the right thing." Dwayne said sternly. "Stacey, it's not about you this time. It's about the baby. Sam and Mercedes need time to get everything in place so that they can have a happy and healthy pregnancy and so that they have plans in place for after the Baby gets here."
"Besides, you know how you like knowing everything before anyone else, well…" Marie laughed at the happy look that took over Stacey's face.
" Hey Sam, Tina offered me a job next summer. She said she would fly me out to Paris, and I could live in her apartment and spend the summer as a model and PA. It's gonna give me a chance to make some real cash next summer, plus I'm gonna be in the art and fashion capital of the world. And I'm gonna be an Auntie." She giggled.
"Yup." Stevie crowed. "I'm gonna be cool Uncle Steve." Every one made a face. "Yeah, I'm gonna stick with Stevie…Uncle Steve sounds like the creepy uncle you never leave the kids alone with."
"Speaking of, did Uncle Vernon make it through the reception alright?" Sam asked.
"He's fine. I slipped one of the Rangemen a hundred bucks to keep him separated from anyone he could offend." Dwayne said with a sigh.
"What's wrong with your Uncle Vernon?" Mercedes asked.
"Well, let's just say his name isn't actually Vernon…it's just Vern. Stevie started calling him Uncle Vernon after the first time Moma read him a Harry Potter book." Stacey told her.
"Yeah, remind me to send Mr. Manoso and extra grand to tip that dude. I'm sure that he probably wanted to rip Uncle Vernon a new one himself." Sam laughed.
"Dwayne, your brother has one time to come out the side of his neck with some bullshit about Mercy or my grandbaby in my presence, and I'm gonna kick his testicles into his throat." Marie warned.
"Understood, I still say you should have let me shoot him when he said what he said about Sam's lips." Dwayne growled.
The call didn't last much longer after that. Dwayne and Marie signed off to go calm down. Stacey wanted to go and start looking at cool baby stuff on the web. Stevie had a summer reading list to get through before the semester started. Sam and Mercedes congratulated Stacey on the amazing job offer and then they headed into the apartment's master bedroom and made love until they fell asleep in each other's arms.
Monday morning came and Sam had to return to work. Mercedes used her ultrabook to research pregnancy, and did some yoga and pilates. Then she cleaned the apartment, noting that almost everything had already been returned and/or shipped to LA. She called and checked in with Monica. They did some business and Mercedes gave Monica a grocery list. She also asked that Monica make sure that everything was in readiness for the New Directions celebration dinner. "Yes, we have one of the five private dining rooms at the Club A Steakhouse reserved for 8 pm. All of the New Directions in town are going to be there. We'll be skyping in Artie, Lauren, Finn and Sunshine."
"What about Tina?" Mercedes asked, "Didn't she go back to Paris yet?"
"No, she is scheduled to fly back the same day we head back to LA. She's spent the last week at Santana's but she's spending this week at Mr. Chang's" Monica said with a sly wink. "She has been spending a lot of time with him when he wasn't working."
Mercedes gave her a big smile. "That's wonderful. She was about as dumb as Sam her senior year, but she and Mike really love each other."
Monica looked thoughtful. "Cedes, umm, I don't mean to overstep…but your bedroom and bathroom are very much well…" she tried to find the right word.
"Girly." Mercedes filled in for her. "Alright, when do I have time to go shopping?" she asked excitedly.
"We can do it online now…otherwise, half past never. Santana is gonna need you in her studio to edit the footage from Maximillan. She also wants interviews from you and Sam. She got plenty of quotes from your family, Coaches Sylvester, Bieste, Washington, and Cochran. Neither she, nor Ms. Fabray, nor Tina are speaking with Mr. Schuester, though she did interview Ms. Pillsbury. According to Marley, it took an hour of makeup to cover all the bruising, but the interview with Ms. Berry even went well."
"Hold up, why are they not talking to Schue. I mean…I get it, he's irritatingly smug and still seems to think he is a better teacher than he really is, but what did he do this time?"
Monica told Mercedes all about what had transpired after she and Sam had departed the reception. "In the end Rachel spent three days in the hospital, but she has a meeting with Ms. Elliot next week."
Mercedes rolled her eyes. "That man." She groaned shaking her head.
Monica pulled up several sites that offered high end home décor. While Mercedes was looking at bedding, she took charge of trying to find a new, non-purple, based look for the master bath. Monica quickly pulled up the Saks Fifth Avenue site and found Mercedes favorite brand and started to select the colors that would look best with Mercedes' charcoal walls, bright white wood and white marble floors and her black galaxy granite countertops. The enterprising PA ordered Sam two plush white bathrobes, and two in a dark charcoal gray that would look amazing in the room. "Ocean, pearl, or white?" Monica asked her boss.
"Get four sets in each of the three colors. We'll move all the plum and lilac to the black and white guest bathroom." Mercedes finally said. "I've found a gorgeous Sferra set called Avery in persimmon and gold. And a Callisto Home set in taupe and white. I love them both. Oh and look at this Dian Austin Couture Home set. I love that gun metal gray. I can't decide."
Monica looked thoughtful. "Well, if you got all three…you'd be able to send them to the regular drycleaner rather than the hour one that charges you three hundred dollars extra just to get them back to you the same day."
"That really, really bothers you a lot doesn't it?" Mercedes asked.
"Yes." Monica said simply. She was inherently cheap, and spending money that unnecessarily went against every fiber of her being.
"Oooh look at this Sferra set it's called Fraiser…I like the chocolate and blue." Mercedes said choosing to ignore the inherent insult to her intelligence in the comment. She couldn't really get mad at her for being right.
"Okay, well since you dry clean your current set once a week, you can send three sets out while one is on and that will give them a week to get them back to you. Or you could just send them out one at a time and never be without your well matched bedding." Monica told her sagely. "Send Sam the screen shots and make sure that he likes them. You'll probably want some new pillows also."
"Oh, yeah, I's married now." Mercedes teased, doing a passible Color Purple impression. She sent off the pictures, and Sam replied that those were all fine and told her that the persimmon and gold and the chocolate and blue were his favorites. So she asked him about the colors that Monica had found to replace her storm purple bath sheets. Sam told her to go with whatever she felt would look best in that particular bathroom. He did ask that she get bath sheets as part of the new sets. She told him that she would, but she didn't tell him that she too preferred the big bath sheets as well and so they would have been purchased anyway. "Oh and I'll send you several selections for the accessories for the second sink. I'd like it to compliment mine, but they don't need to be matchy. Mine is pretty girly and white."
"Oh, then masculine and black or dark brown would be nice with them." He suggested. They talked until Sam had to go back to work.
Monica placed the large order of all the bedding, towels, new curtains to match all the new bedding, and two new bedside rugs to match the new curtains. She set everything up so that it would be delivered to the LA house. She and Mercdes headed out for a late lunch and then returned to their planning. They went to the company website for the company who made the set that adorned Mercedes half of the double sink area in her bathroom and selected a black leather look and polished chrome set that complimented her milky white hand blown Italian glass set. After that was ordered, Monica updated Mercedes grocery and household purchasing lists with Sam's preferences, inferred from walking around his apartment. Things like his favorite soap and toothpaste, and other things that she knew he'd appreciate having the full-sized versions of in the apartment when the couple visited.
Before they realized it the day was gone and Sam was walking into the door. "Hello ladies. Did you find everything you suddenly decided you needed?" he teased.
Mercedes and Monica whipped around, closing the window they were looking at quickly. "Hey, honey." Mercedes said standing quickly and pausing to let the dizziness abate, before she crossed to the living room entry way to kiss her husband. "How was your day?"
"Fine," Sam told her kissing her again. "Missed you though. After spending so much time together these last couple of weeks, it was kind of hard going back to the real world."
Cuddling into his arms, Mercedes agreed, "yeah, but unfortunately it is gonna take me the next hour to get dressed for dinner."
Monica had gathered her things. "I'll ride to the restaurant with Marley. I have everything setup on my ultrabook to skype in everyone you'll need for this conversation. I do want to leave you with one thought, it might be worth the drama to begin to search for a nanny sooner rather than later. Ms. Plum said that Rangeman would happily handle all the background screenings." She stated her suggestions and said her goodbyes.
Sam pulled Mercedes into the bed room. "Come on…we can save water if we shower together." He lied, undressing her as they went. They emerged from the shower forty-five minutes later, clean, happy and relaxed. Since they were pressed for time, Mercedes' poured her breasts into her Elomi black bra and was a little perturbed to realize that the very recent purchase was already too small. She knew that it was simply one of the changes brought about by her pregnancy, but it definitely meant that she would have to rethink her outfit. She pulled on a pair of black lacy boy short cut panties and crossed the hall to the room where she kept her clothing. She'd sent almost everything back to her home in LA, but she still had the things she'd originally brought with her, the dresses she'd purchased as soon as she reached the city and the outfits Sam had purchased her for their honeymoon. She looked thoughtfully over her choices. She rediscovered a Coast stretch satin dress in fire engine red. The dress would stop just above her knees, but it would hug every curve like a dream. It had a high neckline accented with knife edge pleats and one inch straps that rode her collar bones around to the high back of the dress rather than traditional shoulder straps. It was accented with a six inch wide matte black silk band around the dress' waist. She paired it with a pair of black patent leather stiletto peep toe strappy pumps, and accented the outfit with a pair of statement platinum chandelier earrings. Her hair she curled and pulled back away from her face in the front only. Her face she kept very natural, choosing to accent her eyes with thick black liner and her mink mascara, and leave the rest natural other than her deep, shiny, red lips.
Sam was wearing a black Armani suit in a more casual cut and a traditional dress shirt in a dark, stormy gray. His tie was the only spot of color and oddly enough was very close in color to Mercedes' dress. He'd left his hair free of any product at all and the sun had kissed it with highlights the same color he'd worn it in high school. With his medium dark tan, he looked amazing. Though if you'd have asked Sam he would have said that his wife, with the way her dress hugged her breasts and hips and 'dat ass', was the one who looked absolutely amazing. They caught a cab to the restaurant and arrived just as Monica began texting them asking them if they were running late and needed her to stall.
Of course the moment they walked into the private dining room Santana had to spout off, "Of course they're late…Mercedes was throwing a little something on Sam to welcome his ass home after a long day in the coal mines."
"Child, please. Sam probably dragged Mercedes into the bed the second Monica walked out the door. You know good and well he can't keep his hands off her." Unique laughed.
"I don't have to…she's my wife now. I can touch all up on her all I want." Sam said as his way of announcing their presence.
"Besides, I like it when he puts his hands…and other things on me." Mercedes taunted as she made her way around the table saying her hellos. "So bitches, what kind of trouble have you all been getting into while we were gone?"
"Well, Boy Chang's been getting it in with Girl Chang." Santana volunteered. "I got to beat Berry's uptight ass, but it seems to have done her a world of good. It may have even dislodged that redwood she'd shoved up there."
"I have never shoved anything up my backside." Rachel huffed indignantly.
Unique, Marley, Santana, Blaine and Tina all gave her sympathetic looks. "Really, you should give it a try." Nathaniel said with a smirk. "You might find you like it."
"Really, I thought since women didn't have a prostate, it wasn't as enjoyable for girls." Mercedes asked curiously.
"The manipulation of the Skene Gland can be analogous to the manipulation of the prostate." Nathaniel told her. "That's how many women achieve 'anal orgasms'."
"Hold up, chicks can have an orgasm from anal." Monica blurted out, proving exactly how much time she spends with her employer.
Everyone shared a laugh as Marley, Santana, and Tina all started sharing anecdotal evidence of the truth of the good doctor's assertion. While they were over sharing the waitress appeared, and started to take their drink and appetizer orders. When Mercedes once again avoided alcohol, several people at the table exchanged knowing looks. Sam avoided the temptation as well further confirming everything they'd discussed the morning after the wedding. Mercedes ordered the Club A Royal platter with three different kinds of shellfish, and Nathaniel smiled. Tina had been about to ask if she should be eating shellfish, but the smile on the face of the doctor reassured her before she could blow their whole 'we're going to let them tell us if it kills us' plan. Sam ordered the mixed green salad with a balsamic vinaigrette dressing and as soon as everything was delivered to the table, they each split their appetizer and shared it with their mate. Several other people at the table did the same. It didn't matter if it was couples or just friends; it was a great way for everyone to get two different kinds of appetizer without anyone breaking the bank. This was a practice that had begun back in Lima, and never ceased when they were together.
As soon as they placed their orders for their entrees and their dessert, Monica skyped in everyone else; and the demands for honeymoon details. "Just tell me this," Puck demanded. "Did you break the Puckerman, twelve times in one day, record?"
Mercedes rolled her eyes. "If you wanna call that a record, it was shattered on day two." She said her voice sickeningly sweet.
"No, Mercy, it was day three when there was the rain." Sam laughed. "She couldn't keep her hands off me." He crowed to the table. "Man, I'm gonna have to take vitamins and eat my Wheaties and my spinach during the second trimester hornies."
"SAM!" Mercedes shouted. "We had a plan, and you just blurted it out all willy nilly!"
"Oh get over it. We already knew. You haven't had anything to drink even with dinner since you came to New York. Congratulations, in seven or eight months your gonna pop out a trout mouth heathen, that I pray is a boy…because Sam is gonna be a shotgun daddy for any little girl." Santana pointed out. "Yeah, we say all the signs; the inability to be swung around which you usually love, the abstaining from alcohol, the change in eating habits…not to mention that your tits are bigger and better than ever. I mean, the night of your bachelorette party, I wanted to nurse from those bad boys my damn self."
Madison laughed. "When don't you want to suck her boobs? You told me that when you two were in the TroubleTones, you tried to talk them into a sleepover just so you could get your hands on Mercedes' tatas."
Blaine spoke up with a blush on his face. "It's not Santana's fault." He defended. "I'm gay and I would love a chance to worship at the altar of Mercedes' bosom. I'm almost jealous of her coming child."
"Amen to that." Nathaniel said with a grin at the same moment that Kurt and Justin both spoke up in agreement.
Sam growled. "Can all of you please stop imagining my WIFE naked?"
"No." Every male member of their party in addition to Santana, Madison, Brittany and Tina all said at the same moment.
At the glare both Mercedes and Sam gave them, they decided to offer a compromise. "But we can agree to leave the thoughts in our minds rather than verbalizing them." Artie offered.
"Good…cause it's all kinds of creepy that my friends, some of whom I've known since before puberty, have sexy thoughts about me." Mercedes told them with a shiver of disgust. "So, now that the cat's out of the bag, Nathaniel, what should I know that isn't in those books?"
Nathaniel shrugged. "I don't really know. My specialty is oncology. I've only begun reading up on obstetrics in the last two weeks. I can tell you that eating foods rich in folic acid and omega 3s are really important in the first few months. And if you are craving shellfish, then crab, lobster and shrimp are all good choices since they tend to have lower instances of high mercury. However you've probably just consumed as much as you should for an entire week. No more than 10-12 ounces per week of fish or shellfish. You never want to eat raw fish, raw shellfish, raw or under cooked meats, raw or soft cooked eggs or soft cheeses and you want to increase your intake of fruits and vegetables and decrease your simple carbohydrate consumption."
Mercedes nodded and Monica took notes on all the suggestions that Nathaniel made. Sam looked around the table. "So, wait, you've known, and no one has badgered us about making you the god parents?" he asked surprised.
"Naw." Puck said with a grin. "We know that Chang Squared has this one. Next time you knock up Cede, all bets are off, it will be a free for all for the godmother, because we all know that I am so the god dad."
"And I'm the God Mother." Santana and Quinn both said at the exact same moment. Of course the argument that began then went on until the waitress and her compatriots arrived with all their entrees. Dinner was spent catching up and arguing over who would be the best godparents for 'Baby SamCedes', which led to a discussion of how early she needed to begin to search for a nanny. When Mercedes raised the point that she wasn't sure if wanted to have a nanny, everyone had to chime in with their opinion. Mercedes ignored them as she feasted on her filet mignon, sautéed spinach, and steamed broccoli. Finally, Sam, finished with his own NY Strip, five cheese truffle mac & cheese, and sautéed broccoli, reminded them that there was still plenty of time to argue that point, and the heated debate ended.
Lauren asked the question that most of them had been wondering since they realized that Mercedes was expecting. "So was this pregnancy serendipity, or did you decide you were going to try to have a kid…and if so how damn quick did you move on that decision? You've only been back together for three months."
Sam and Mercedes exchanged a long speaking look. "We'll answer your questions…but the answers must never…ever…ever leave the clique. That means you Rachel. You've had TMZ on speed dial for years when it comes to my private life."
Rachel took a very deep, but very careful breath. She was still binding her ribs and would continue to need to do so for at least another two weeks, so deep breaths were a very measured endeavor. "I…need to apologize to you for that Mercedes…and you too Santana. I'm so very sorry for my behavior over these last few…no that would be a cop out. I'm sorry for my behavior for all the years I've called you all my friends. I'm sorry that I could never manage to learn to treat you as well as you've all treated me. I'm sorry that I put myself in between you and Sam four years ago. I have no excuse. I was jealous. I was jealous that you seemed to have everything in place, your career and your family life and everything. And I was just…it seemed like I had gotten off to a great start only to end up floundering by then. I was so envious of you that I lied and said that Sam had had a date, because I knew that you were never going to settle for anyone other than him. Not the way you'd given him your heart…you are a once in a lifetime love kind of woman. You love only once and that love was and is Sam. I'm so sorry to all of you for it taking me fourteen years and one very, very, very harsh lesson to get to this point. I'm sorry Quinn that I was so damn impatient that I couldn't stop bothering you and just let you drive that day you got into that accident. I'm sorry Tina, for refusing to allow you to shine. I'm sorry Santana for the constant barrage of promiscuity insults I flung at you for years, as the daughter for two homosexual males, I knew that often being over the top to advertise your conveyed sexuality was a way to hide the real you. I should have been a better person, but all I could see was how effortlessly sexy you were when I was so afraid of trying to be sexy when I wanted nothing more than to be thought of as hot."
"Ok, we get it you're sorry. Apology accepted. Now go and sin no more." Mercedes cut her off. Though she actually could hear sincerity in Rachel's apology, she really wasn't in the mood for spending two hours letting Rachel apologize to all of them in turn. "Now, I'm being real. I've accepted your apology, but this is the last time you act like that. Next time you show us all the evil asshole that you can be…then I get to take you to the carpet and we'll still ostracize you."
Rachel stood up and hurried around the table crying real tears, and hugged Mercedes. "Thank you. Can you be my good person mentor? Like if I'm having a real crisis of conscience, can I call you and you'll help me to know what to do?"
"Only if you agree to two things. One…you have to remember the time difference. Two…if you call and leave me a voice mail, you wait until I call you back. The only people who have repeat dialing privileges are Kurt and my mother…oh and MaMarie." Mercedes warned Rachel. "You know Rachel; this is the first time I can remember seeing you crying real tears. I can tell they are real because you are looking like a hot shitty mess."
More laughter rang through the private dining room. "Alright, mutha bitches," Santana said once everyone calmed down. "Now, you know we had to get you something. We won't call it a wedding gift, cause we gave to charity for that. Instead we'll say the gifts we're giving you tonight are to celebrate the two of you finally pulling your heads out of your asses."
"Yeah, you two just don't know how lucky you are you got together when you did." Madison cosigned. "I heard some of the ideas Dr. Jones and Tina and Santana had for getting you together, and the nicest was locking you two naked in a windowless bedroom and bathroom suite somewhere until you got back together."
"We were going to make it a very nice windowless bedroom/bathroom suite." Tina defended.
Quinn stopped them before they could start bickering. "Anyway, we girls all chipped in together and got you a little something Mercedes." She said reaching into her purse and pulling out two envelopes. "Since we know how Sam loves to touch all up on you and we knew that you were already pregnant, we wanted to give you a little something for once you're cleared to resume activities after the baby is here."
Mercedes laughed and opened the first envelope. "A black gift card for Agent Provocateur… well that will definitely give me a chance to restock my closet after I lose my baby weight." She opened the other envelope. "And six weeks with fitness guru Megan Jennings…the queen of sensible bounceback." She laughed. "I'm gonna hate all of you for that when I'm working with her…so I guess I better thank you now so you can remember that I did love the gift when you gave it to me."
Sam pulled Mercedes into his side. "Well that's no fair…you girls got me and Mercy covered…what's left for the poor guys to give me?" he asked sending the room back into laughter. "But still, I wanna know what you got me guys."
Lauren actually spoke up. "Since Unique kicked in on the girl's side, I decided to kick in on your gift Sam…well actually I gave a little on Ms. Jones gift too, but most of my cash went to Sam's. Sam, since you're moving from the city where a car is a hassle most people just choose to do without to a city where you need a car to breathe…we decided to give you a hand."
Puck turned his camera to show off an emerald green GL550. "Now we just got that shit started. The girls spent ten grand on Cede, so we got ten grand together and put it down on this baby. You can finish it off when you get out here, or you can do the whole payment thing…but she's all yours, and she has a built in car seat in back."
"Damn." Mercedes and Sam both breathed as one.
"You guys kick all kind of ass." Sam told them as his thank you. He helped Mercedes to her feet and they all went around the room hugging and thanking their friends. The evening broke up shortly after that and Mercedes and Sam returned to their apartment.
They went through their evening absolutions and got into bed together. As they started to kiss and caress each other, Mercedes pulled back. "When we get home…our first night in our home in LA, I mean…remember what you said that night that you came home and caught me watching the porno…about my ass?"
Sam groaned and arched into her. Just thinking about that evening and night was enough to make him hard as rock. He pressed his erection into her soft skin and grabbed a handful of her magnificent backside. "Ummm, yeah, best welcome home ever Darlin'. You mean when I told you that soon I was gonna bury myself balls deep in your sexy ass?"
Mercedes whimpered and felt herself grow hotter and wetter. "Yes." She nodded and tried to find the words to tell him what she wanted. "We're gonna do that our first night in LA." She blurted.
"Hell yeah." Sam whispered as he rolled Mercedes under him. They made slow sweet love until they came with a joyous wrenching cry. They ended the evening wrapped in each other's arms whispering words of love as they fell into Morpheus' arms.
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