Hey guys? What did you think of this week's episode? I, for one, was extremely upset, angry, disgusted, disappointed… you name it, I felt it (there were definitely plenty of tears shed, too). It's just… is it just me, or does Ryan Murphy sort of hate Rachel? I don't know, it just seems that she goes through a lot of shit, that most people don't seem to realize. Sure, her struggles may not be as obvious as Quinn's, but they're definitely there, and worth at least a little acknowledgement. My point is, that I was really hoping that Rachel would get into NYADA, because I think that she really deserves it.
I'll stop rambling now. Here's chapter Twenty Five:
Hold Your Hand
Chapter Twenty Five
A lot had happened since Rachel had been fired from her job at the diner. The small girl had gotten another job at a daycare center; the job had paid about the same amount of money that her old one did, plus, she really got to do something that she enjoyed a little more than just cleaning tables and serving customers; she got to spend her days taking care of children. Would she have rather just spend the entire day with Olivia, her own daughter? Of course. But if she was going to have a job (and seeing how large her doctors bills were getting these days, she definitely needed to have a decent paying job) this was her first choice; Rachel knew how little kids' minds worked, and what they liked; hell, she had been living with one for over three years.
About a week after Rachel had landed her new job, Shelby had slammed them with some very surprising news; she had a boyfriend; they had apparently been seeing each other for quite some time, now.
His name was Jimmy; he was a pretty good looking man, or at least he looked that way in the pictures that Shelby had shown them; he had light brown hair and blue eyes; Rachel didn't seem to understand her mother's attraction to this man, seeing that she preferred blondes, but he made Shelby happy, and that was all that really mattered to her.
Santana and Brittany's wedding was in about a week. Since Santana's father was loaded, the event was going to be pretty large. The ceremony was being held outside at the Vanderbilt Mansion on Long Island; it really was a beautiful place; Rachel had gone down there with them a few weeks ago, and she had to admit… she was a little jealous.
So now she and Sam were sitting on the couch just minutes after putting Olivia to bed, watching Saturday Night Live, her legs resting on his lap.
"So how was work?" the blonde boy asked, gently running his fingers through her chocolate brown hair.
"Pretty good, actually," she nodded, "I was taking care of some of the newborn babies, and… I got really excited," she smiled down at her baby bump."
"So I'm guessing that you like this job better than working at the diner?"
"Definitely," she giggled and took his hand in hers, "so… I suppose I should thank you for getting me fired from my previous job… I never would have-" she gasped and touched her bump.
"W-what… what is it, Rae?" Sam looked into her eyes, concern filling those of his own, "is… is it the baby?"
She nodded.
"Are you hurt? Do… do I need to call the hospital, or something?"
"No Sam," she shook her head, "it's… I… I just felt her kick."
"What?" his eyes widened in astonishment, "the baby? A-are… are you serious?"
"Yes," she nodded, "here, Sam…" she gently took his hand and placed it on her bump at a precise spot; she looked up at his face, wanting to see his exact reaction, "did you feel that?"
"Rachel," he beamed, "I did… I felt it- her."
"Yeah," Rachel nodded, "she's beginning to move around in there."
"That's… that's incredible. Her little foot… I just felt her little foot. She's like a little person, now."
"I know," she kissed his shoulder, "just a few months more, Sammy… in a few months, we'll finally be able to see her."
"And hold her," Sam added.
"Yu know, when I first felt Olivia kick," she reminisced, "my mom told me that she her ears were functioning… and that I should talk to her in the womb… so she recognizes my voice when she arrives… do… do you want to do that?"
"Um…" he bit his lip, "okay… I… I don't really know what I'm supposed to say, though…"
"Say whatever feels right," she rested her head on his shoulder, "you are her father, after all; just let her hear your voice."
"Hi, baby girl," he whispered against the bump, "it's… I'm your daddy… you can't see me right now, but, I'm here… I'm always gonna be here for you, no matter what happens…" he looked up at Rachel.
"Keep going," she whispered.
"I love you, little girl… and mommy loves you, too," he smiled up at his wife, "and she's so pretty; just like your sister, Olivia. I think you're gonna like her; I mean Olivia… not that you won't like mommy; she's the best. She's pretty, funny, sweet, talented, and… so, so smart; you wouldn't believe it, baby girl," he kissed the bump and sat back up, draping his arm over her shoulders, "how was that?"
"Perfect, Sam," she giggled, before reaching up, placing a hand on his head, and purposely messing up his hair. It was funny; he had this effect on her, that… that felt incredible. Whenever he was around her she felt her energy increase by one thousand percent. He made her so happy, then she felt that without hi, she was a different person; sort of like a very boring version of herself.
Before she met the green eyed boy that was sitting right next to her on the large white couch, she didn't know a single thing about comic books, science fiction, or video games; but now she could name every one of Batman's enemies, could quote lines from almost every comic book known to man, knew the plot, and dialogue of Avatar by heart, and (thanks to him teaching her while she was sitting on his lap) she was pretty good with a video game controller. Maybe she herself was a dork, now; just a pregnant, Broadway obsessed geek, with a husband who dyed his hair with lemon juice, and a daughter who liked to run around naked from time to time.
"To me, that sounds perfect," she mumbled to herself.
"What was that?" Sam raised an eyebrow.
"Huh?" she shook her head, "oh, nothing… I was just talking to myself."
"Oh, that reminds me," he leaned down next to the baby bump, again, "if your mom ever tells you that I'm crazy, she's lying; she's the crazy one."
"Hey!" she playfully slapped his back, "that's preposterous! If anyone's crazy, it's you."
"Maybe we're both a little crazy," he pressed his lips against her ear.
"You may be right," Rachel wrapped her arms around her husband's neck.
"So… I was wondering…"
"Samuel, for the last time, I don't know what would happen if our sexual organs didn't fit together; the concept is irrelevant, so just let it go."
"No," he shook his head, "not that… I… are you going to breastfeed?"
"Yes," she nodded her head, "I wasn't breastfed since, I had two dads, but I did it for Olivia, so I'm going to do it for the new baby, too. It's supposed to be better for the baby, plus, it's a lot easier than walking all the way to the kitchen and mixing baby formula whenever she's hungry at night."
"True," he nodded, "I'm so excited."
"Me too," she smiled up at him.
"You know what we should do?"
"What?" she asked, curiously.
"Let's go to Babies 'R' Us."
"Why?" she shook her head in confusion, "they dropped off the furniture for the baby's room, last week, and we really don't need to get anything else, yet; we still have a few more months."
"I know. But…" he smiled down at her, "let's just look around; we could go tomorrow. Let's get an idea of what we want, so when we do go to buy stuff, we'll know what we're looking for."
"That actually sounds pretty nice," she snuggled closer to him and yawned.
"Are you tired, baby?"
"Yeah," she nodded and lifted her arms, "carry me?"
"Of course," he chuckled. He stood up, and gently picked her up, letting her wrap her arms around his neck as he walked down the hallway. He pulled back the covers of the bedspread once they reached their bedroom, placing her in it, and pulled them over her. He stripped down to his boxers before he slipped into bed next to her, "oh, I forgot to tell you," he switched the lamp on the night table off, turning the room almost completely dark, "my mom called, today."
"Oh really?" she rested her head on his chest, taking his hand in hers, squeezing it affectionately, "what did she have to say?"
"She wanted to make sure that you were taking those prenatal vitamins that she sent you."
"Oh," she moved even closer to him, loving the way his body warmed hers, "what did she say when you told her that we're having a girl."
"She was happy," he shrugged, "I don't think that it really mattered to her; she asked about Olivia, too."
"Hmm…" she closed her eyes.
"Are you asleep?" he raised an eyebrow.
"No," she shook her head, "I'm just closing my eyes. I want to keep talking to you."
"Okay," he chuckled, "what do you want to talk about?"
"Our life."
"What about our life?"
"Are you happy with it?"
"Of course I am," he rubbed her bump.
"Good," she yawned, "just checking."
"You're so freaking adorable."
"Thank you," she rubbed his arm, "San and Britt's wedding is next week; have to go pick up your tux from the dry cleaners; can you do it for me? I'm too tired to do it."
"Babe?" he raised an eyebrow.
"Mmm hmm?"
"Are you sure you don't want to go to sleep? You seem kind of out of it."
"I'm…" yawn "I'm… fine, Sam. Keep talking to me."
"Babe, you can barely stay awake; we can talk in the morning, okay? Stop forcing yourself to stay awake."
"Mmm you're the best, Sammy. Goodnight."
"Goodnight, baby," he pressed his lips against her forehead."
"Love you," she mumbled.
"I love you too," he smiled down at her. Rachel was asleep in an instant. Sam gently moved some of her chocolate brown hair out of her face, so he could get a better look at it. God, she had such a beautiful face. How the hell could someone with a face like that be bullied daily at school? He just didn't understand. She was so much prettier than all of those cheerleaders, plus, she truly one of the sweetest people that he had ever met; yet him, Santana, Brittany, and Puck seemed to be the only people who saw how special she really was.
As weird and as creepy as it might have sounded, he spent the next half an hour or so staring at her; just watching her sleep. It was getting hard for her to cuddle into his side, with the baby in the way. But she still managed to rest her head on his chest, her arms firmly wrapped around his waist; like was afraid that he would leave.
"Sweet dreams, beautiful," he whispered into her ear, when he finally began to feel his eyelids droop, a yawn escaping his lips. He rubbed her bump, one final time, before drifting to sleep.
.X.x.X.x.X.
"Rachel?" Sam asked Rachel as they walked hand in hand down the aisles of Babies 'R' Us.
"Yes, Samuel?"
"What's it like to have breasts?"
"Samuel Joseph Evans, are you serious?" the small girl rolled her eyes, "how in the world can a thought like that occur to you, while we're in a baby store?"
"No, I didn't mean it like that, just… we're having a baby in a couple of months, and I was just wondering… what's breastfeeding like?"
"It's… well… despite the sore nipples, it's actually kind of nice. When I breastfed Olivia it made me feel… closer to her, in a way."
"Oh…" he nodded in understanding, "… so… what does breast milk taste like?"
"I don't know, Sam," she shrugged, letting out a light laugh, "it… it just tastes like milk, I guess… but don't get any ideas, Blondie; that milk is for our baby; not for you."
"So… are you making milk now? I mean, how does that even work?"
"Well, I'm actually supposed to start producing milk about seventy two hours after the baby is born, but right after I had Olivia, it came as soon as it was needed."
"Oh… okay."
"You know what I don't understand?" Rachel asked as she looked at some baby bottles.
"What?" he asked curiously.
"Why men have nipples."
"Excuse me?" he raised an eyebrow.
"I don't know, I just don't see any use for them; I mean, you guys don't breastfeed, and they're not useful in any way… they're just kind of… there."
"Are you saying that you want me to get my nipples surgically removed, or something?" the green eyed boy shook his head, "because… I've seen a lot of weird plastic surgery, but… I… I don't think that actually removing my nipples is possible."
"Sam, I didn't say that… I just said that I they're not very useful… I think that you're nipples are cute; much cuter that Finn's nipples; I swear to god, I think I'm starting to see those puffy things in my sleep."
"Yeah," Sam chuckled, "so… what ever happened between the two of you… you know, during the summer right before we met?"
"I… I just didn't feel any sparks between us, I guess," she shrugged, "plus, he wasn't very romantic. He was nothing like you, Sam," she pressed her lips against his cheek.
"He's not good enough for you, babe; damn, you've dated some shitty guys."
"Yes; it's a good thing I found you, huh?"
"Yup," he nodded, "it's… it's… kind of cool… that I'm the only guy that… that gets to… you know… touch you."
"And you're the only guy that's ever gotten me pregnant; don't forget about that."
"Which brings me back to the baby stuff… do you think they have any Avatar stuff in here? Or Star Wars? Oh my god!" he smiled, "she could have a little stuffed Luke Skywalker!"
"I don't think so, Sam," she said as they moved on from the bottles, and walked up to the several aisles that were dedicated to strollers and car seats, "we should really think about getting a car seat, soon; we'll need to assemble it ourselves. They're not cheap, but we'll definitely need one; in fact, we're not allowed to take the baby home from the hospital if we don't one installed in your jeep."
"Really?"
"Really."
"Then… let's get it."
"Sam, are you serious? I… I thought that we were just going to look."
"Yeah, but…" he shrugged, "we can put it together today, or maybe next week, and get it out of the way."
"Shouldn't you start putting the crib together, first? I mean, we have a dresser, a changing table, a closet, and a rocking chair, but no crib. Just a big brown box."
"For the last time," he chuckled, "I'm going to do that, I… I just... wait a minute…" he smirked, "you just want to see me in a tool belt, don't you?"
"Sure, pervert," she sighed, "think whatever you would like…"
He smiled, pulling her closer to his side, "so… are we gonna get a car seat, or what?"
"Sure," she smirked, "and you can wear your tool belt if you'd like… just as long as you don't stab yourself with the screwdriver, again."
"Oh, Rachel," he sighed, "how you mock me, so."
.X.x.X.x.X.
"Olivia look," Rachel opened the large brown box that was now sitting in the middle of the living room floor, "your dress came, today."
It was just a few days until the wedding, and Olivia was especially excited, because she was going to be the flower girl; Rachel was the matron of honor.
The rehearsal dinner had went off without a hitch. Everyone did their part, as they were supposed to, with very little mistakes, and practically no dilemmas.
Olivia ran up to her mother and sat down next to her, "can I see it?"
"Of course you can," Rachel held up the tangerine colored dress up to the small toddler's body, "oh, Livy," she smiled, "you're going to look so pretty; and wait until you get your flowers," she gently stroked her hair, "you're going to have a wreath, and everything."
"It looks like your dress, mommy."
"It really kind of does," she smiled, "same color, and everything."
Just then, they heard a crash coming from down the hallway, and then a loud, "God, damn it!"
"Oh god," Rachel sighed, "looks like daddy's having trouble with the crib," she stood up, picking up Olivia with her, "let's go see if we can help him out."
They walked down the hallway and into what was going to be the new baby's room, "alright," she put Olivia back down on the ground, "what's the problem?"
"It's this stupid crib!" he exclaimed.
"Did you hear that crib?" she smirked, looking down at the various white parts that were supposed to make up a crib, "apparently you're very stupid."
"The mocking never stops with you, does it?" he sighed.
"Oh Sammy," she giggled, "you know I love you."
"If you loved me, you wouldn't have asked me to put together this stupid thing."
"Just, be patient, Sam; I know you can do it," she sat down next to him, "you actually look kind of cute, with your tool belt, putting together our daughter's crib," she kissed his forehead, "it'll all be worth it, in the end, I promise," she rubbed her bump, "she's awake, now."
"Really?" he raised an eyebrow, "how can you tell?"
"I can feel when she's moving around; when I don't, I know that she's sleeping."
"Oh," Sam nodded in understanding, "does she bother you a lot?"
"Not really," she shrugged, "she's only up for about three hours each day."
"That's good," he nodded, "I hate seeing you in pain," he stroked her hair.
"It's not painful, Samuel; it just feels kind of funny; just wait a few months, when I'm in labor; that's when it's going to hurt."
"My poor Rachie," he pouted.
"Hey, wait a minute," she rested her hand on his arm, "you're stalling."
"What?" he shook his head, "no, I'm just… I… leave me alone! This is a lot harder than it looks."
"What if I stay in here, with you, while you do it?" she sat down in the rocking chair.
"You don't have to," he shrugged, "I'm fine here."
"Daddy," Olivia ran up to him, "do you wanna see my dress?"
"Sure princess," he smiled down at her, "come bring it in here."
"Okay," she nodded, and ran out of the room.
"Huh," Rachel smirked.
"What?" he shook his head, "I'm not stalling; my child wants to show me something; that's not stalling, that's just being a good father."
"No," she shook her head, "it's not that," she smiled, "it's just… those jeans fit you so well."
"Oh really now?" he returned the smirk, "well, let's do something about it, later."
"Hmm," she hummed, "sounds promising… but… you're going to need to make it hot… really hot."
"Not a problem, babe," he kissed her head, "I've totally got that covered."
"And how do you propose to do that?"
"I have my ways, Rachel Evans; I have my ways."
"Sam, for the last time, we're not playing Star Wars, again. That was on your birthday, it was a onetime thing… so don't bother taking out your light saber."
"You're no fun," he pouted, "wait… by my light saber, you don't mean my penis, right?"
"No, Sam," she sighed, "I mean your actual light saber."
"Okay, good," he sighed in relief.
"Perve."
"You love me."
"Possibly."
"Hey woman," he walked up to her, "I gave you my heart for a reason; and it wasn't for you to break it."
"I think I might have heard that, before, in a cheesy country song."
"Mean."
"Not mean; just honest."
"Kiss me."
"That was kind of random."
"Do it, or I will."
"You're going to kiss yourself? Have fun with that, weirdo."
"You know what I mean."
"You know, I don't really think I do, Sam; Enlighten me."
He kissed her; and she found out exactly what he meant.
.X.x.X.x.X.
"Make sure you get it in real good; I don't want you to miss anything."
Sam was sitting in one of the kitchen chairs as Rachel rubbed lemon juice into his hair.
"Yes, sir," the brown eyed girl rolled her eyes. I really have picked a strange one, she thought, being careful not to get any of the potentially painful substance into her husband's eyes.
"You know," he smiled, "you're really good at this. You can do this any time I need it done, if you want."
"Oh, can I?" she sighed, sarcasm dripping from her voice, "gee, thank you," she smirked, "I have some experience, with hair dye; Brittany wasn't very good with hair dye, so I helped her out."
"You're so good to me, babe."
"Yeah," she smiled, "I know. This is just… you're weird, Sam…" she giggled, "but you're my absolute favorite brand of weird... it's the weird that my weird is compatible with."
"Well, there's this quote by Dr. Seuss that I heard in twelfth grade," she explained, "it was 'We're all a little weird. And life is weird. And when we find someone whose weirdness is compatible with ours, we join up with them and fall into mutually satisfying weirdness—and call it love—true love.'" She sighed, happily.
"Wow," he sighed, "that's… that's deep… the guy who wrote about green eggs and ham said that?"
"Yup," she nodded, "it… it reminds me of us."
"Oh really?" he chuckled, "how so?"
"Because… we're both freaks," she added another squirt of the lemon juice.
"Yeah," he nodded his head in agreement, "we are."
"Do you think that Olivia will end up being as weird as us, one day?" Rachel wondered out loud.
"Maybe," he shrugged, "I… I hope she turns out just like you… not pregnant," he corrected, "because she's not allowed to go anywhere near a boy… we're putting her in an all-girls school."
"Sam, don't be ridiculous," Rachel sighed and rolled her eyes.
"You want her to get knocked up?" he raised an eyebrow.
"No," she shook her head, "but… that's… that's not actually possible, yet, and… Sam, she's three! This really isn't the time to be discussing this!" she shook her head, "Olivia is going to be fine; I'm positive."
"So… how many more kids do you want to have… after this one?"
"I… I'm not exactly sure…" she shook her head, "I'll tell you what… before I get pregnant, again… let's move."
"Move?" he shook his head in confusion, "move where? Back to Lima?"
"Oh god, no," she shook her head, "no more Ohio, okay?"
"Agreed," he nodded, "but seriously… where do you want to move?"
"Somewhere where we have more space… a bigger apartment… or maybe even a house, if we can afford it."
"We're going to be able to afford a house, one day," he whispered, "and… and a lawn, and a swing set, and a pool, and a porch… someday… in fact," he turned to face her, "I promise, that by the time that we have our third child… we'll have all of that stuff… I don't know how, but we will."
"Alrighty then," she smile, "I'll make sure to hold you to that, Samuel."
"Go ahead," he shrugged.
"Just don't steal anything; I don't know if I'd be able to afford paying your bail, if you were to get arrested."
"Oh, gee thank you."
"But in all seriousness, Sammy, I really do believe in you; you can do anything you put your mind to," she kissed his nose, "I didn't marry a worthless idiot."
"Hell yeah, you didn't."
"Sam?"
"Yeah?"
"I love you."
He smiled, "I love you, too."
.X.x.X.x.X.
Santana and Brittany's wedding ceremony went perfectly. Everything went just as planned; the flowers were gorgeous, as well as both of their dresses. Their vows were perfect, definitely tear worthy.
Sam and Rachel were now sitting at one of the many perfectly decorated tables with Santana, Brittany, Olivia, Noah, Quinn, Kurt, and Blaine outside of the Vanderbilt Manson. They really had lucked out; it was a beautiful spring evening, without a cloud in sight.
"Mommy?" Olivia looked up at her mother from her booster seat.
"Yes, Olivia?"
"When can I get married?"
The group laughed, smiling at the little girl, adoringly.
"Never," Sam responded.
"What?" she pouted, her bottom lip beginning to tremble.
"Daddy's just being silly, Livy bear," Rachel gently rubbed her daughter's back, before lightly thumping Sam in the back of his head, "don't listen to him."
"Well, she's not," he mumbled.
"Yes, eventually she will."
"Look," he sighed, "Olivia's either living with us for the rest of her life, or joining a convent; take your pick."
"Do they still have convents, anymore?" Noah asked.
"Of course they do," Santana nodded.
"Yeah, I just wish that they had better clothing options," Kurt sighed, "those blue polyester robes are just a horrendous nightmare."
"I… I don't really think they care," Blaine shook his head, chuckling at his boyfriend.
"Look, Olivia," Quinn looked at the little girl, "I know how you feel… I ask myself that question all of the time; but don't worry; it'll all happen eventually," she smiled at her from across the table, "our days will come; I promise."
Thank you, Rachel mouthed in the blonde girl's direction.
You're welcome, she mouthed back.
.X.x.X.x.X.
"Come on," Sam pulled Rachel out of her seat, once they had finished eating.
"What?" she shook her head in confusion.
"Just come on," he pulled her onto the dance floor, "dance with me, Rachel"
"You really want to dance with me? Even though I'm much heavier than I was the last time we slow danced."
"You're not that much bigger," he kissed her forehead, "just dance with me; come on; I didn't put on this monkey suit, drive all the way hear, to not have at least one dance with my wife."
"Well, how could I say no to that?" she giggled, wrapping her arms around his neck, "oh, and by the way, I think that you look incredibly handsome in your tuxedo."
"Thanks you, baby." A new song began to play.
I know your eyes in the morning sun
I feel you touch me in the pouring rain
And the moment that you wander far from me
I wanna feel you in my arms again
"Did I mention how beautiful you look, tonight?" he asked, pressing his lips against her ear.
"Sam," she blushed, "you're so sweet," she moved her hands up to his head, her fingers gently playing in his blonde hair.
"So… is the baby bothering you?" he asked.
And you come to me on a summer breeze
Keep me warm in your love, then you softly leave
And it's me you need to show
How deep is your love
"No," she shook her head, "she's asleep, right now," she looked down at the bump, "but I really do appreciate your concern for my comfort; I'm very lucky that I'll always have you to take care of me, when needed," she kissed his nose.
"Always," he whispered, "I don't ever want you to leave me, Rachel; I'm sticking with you, through thick and thin."
"As I am with you," she smiled, "and I'm going to take care of you, too; even when we're old, with wrinkles, and have grandchildren."
"What grandchildren?" he raised an eyebrow, "Olivia ain't dating."
How deep is your love, how deep is your love
I really mean to learn
'Cause we're living in a world of fools
Breaking us down when they all should let us be
We belong to you and me
"Oh, would you just stop with that?" Rachel sighed, "Olivia is going to date when she's old enough, and when she feels that she's mature and ready enough for a relationship."
"Nope," he stated, simply and stubbornly.
"Sam, don't you want Olivia to meet a man that makes her as happy as you make me?"
"Uh Uh," he shook his head.
"You're impossible."
"Impossibly sexy," he smirked.
"Why are we even talking about this?" she sighed, "she's three, for gods sakes; can't we just talk about something else?"
"Fine," he smiled down at her, "Nga yawne lu oer."
I believe in you
You know the door to my very soul
You're the light in my deepest, darkest hour
You're my savior when I fall
"I love you, too," she beamed, "is it weird that I know basically every word that there is to know in Na'vi?"
"I happen to think it's incredible, "you're a very, very fast learner when it comes to languages."
"Really? I never really thought that Spanish was one of my best subjects. I'm more of a Science person."
"Science?" he asked, curiously, "I didn't know that you liked Science."
"Well, I'm no Sheldon Cooper, but I was pretty good back in high school."
"Wow," he chuckled, "you should have tutored me."
"I'm not sure that would have been a good idea."
"Why not?" he shook his head in confusion.
And you may not think, I care for you
When you know down inside that I really do
And it's me you need to show
How deep is your love
"Don't you remember what happened when I tried to tutor you in English?"
"What do you mean?" Sam asked, "I think it went pretty well, if you ask me."
"Sam," she sighed, "you wouldn't let me teach you anything. You kept on harassing me, until it got to the point where I had enough."
"But you had fun afterwards," he said with a silly wiggle of his eyebrows.
"Yes," she nodded, "I thought that the extreme horniness inside of you would eventually subside, as you grew older; obviously, I was wrong."
How deep is your love, how deep is your love
I really mean to learn
'Cause we're living in a world of fools
Breaking us down when they all should let us be
We belong to you and me
"You know you love it."
"I don't love it," she shook her head, "I love making love with you."
"Isn't that the same thing?" he shook his head, "what were we even talking about, before?"
"I think about me tutoring you in Science?"
"Oh yeah," he nodded, "so… why do you like it, anyway?"
"I don't know," the brown eyed girl shrugged, "I've just always been human anatomy."
"My anatomy, to be exact," he smirked.
"Perve," she rolled her eyes, "but seriously, Sam; I… I think I want to go to medical school, after college. I just really think that blood, is kind of cool; you know, gross stuff."
"You like gross stuff? Wow, I didn't know that; I guess that's why you went out with Finn."
And you come to me on a summer breeze
Keep me warm in your love, then you softly leave
And it's me you need to show
How deep is your love
"Sam, that's mean," Rachel had to bite her lip to keep from laughing, "Finn's body might not be as muscular as yours, but he's sort of nice."
"Not really, babe," the blonde boy shook his head, "besides," he gave her a little half smirk, "I won."
"You won?" she shot him a puzzled glance, "won what."
"You."
How deep is your love, how deep is your love
I really mean to learn
'Cause we're living in a world of fools
Breaking us down when they all should let us be
We belong to you and me
"Aw," she smiled, gently moving the blonde bangs out of his eyes with her hand, "I'm all yours, Sammy; never forget that."
"Of course I won't," he pressed his lips against hers, "god, I can't imagine what I would do if I lost you."
"You'd be one very lost pervert," she giggled, "and you would have to start putting the lemon juice in your hair, all by yourself."
"I'm so lucky to have you as my woman," he chuckled.
"Sam," she sighed, giving him a knowing look.
How deep is your love, how deep is your love
I really mean to learn
'Cause we're living in a world of fools
Breaking us down when they all should let us be
We belong to you and me
"You're my woman; you always have been, and you always will. Stop fighting it, babe."
"Babe, I like," she pressed her head against his chest, " 'your woman'? Not so much," she mumbled as they continued to dance.
"It looks like Santana and Brittany are having a pretty good time," they looked at the two woman, who made their way around the dance floor, sharing a kiss, every once in a while. The petite brunette smiled at the contrast between Santana's tight white wedding dress, that went up to her knees, with Brittany's poofy white dress, that had also included a train, and the longest veil that she had ever seen.
"Yeah," the short girl looked back up at her husband for a second, and then back at the two women, "I really am so happy for them, Sam; they really deserve this night, they've… they've been waiting for so long."
"Not as long as I have," Sam kissed Rachel's forehead, "I've been waiting to marry you since high school."
"We make a pretty great pair, huh?" she looked into his emerald green eyes.
"True dat," he nodded.
"Hey, look," Rachel pointed to Quinn and Noah, "look at those two."
"Wow," he let out a light laugh, "they're pretty into each other; I wonder how long they've been seeing each other… you know, without telling any of us."
"A while, I think."
"Do you think that they'll be having a wedding of their own, sometime soon?"
"It's possible," she shrugged, "you never know. I mean, I never thought that I'd ever get back together with you. In fact, about a year ago from now, I was still living alone, hating absolutely everything about you."
"But in the end, we both knew that you couldn't resist me," he smirked, gently stroking her soft, pale cheek with the back of his palm.
"Something like that."
How deep is your love, how deep is your love
I really mean to learn
'Cause we're living in a world of fools
Breaking us down when they all should let us be
We belong to you and me
"Sam?"
"Yeah?"
"You belong to me; you're… you're my man," she let out a light laugh, "look at this; I'm turning into you."
"I'm pretty sure that I've never called you my man, before," he shook his head.
"My point is," she squeezed his arm, possessively, "is that you're not going anywhere, whether you want to or not. I'm sorry Samuel, but you're pretty much stuck with me."
He placed a tender kiss on the side of her lips, before whispering, "who said that was a bad thing?"
.X.x.X.x.X.
Sam sighed happily as he placed the key into the key hole of him and Rachel's mailbox in the main lobby of their apartment building. Things were really beginning to fall into place for him; for the whole family, actually (well, except for Olivia going to school, this coming September; he was still very much against that). Rachel was going back to school, and was due to have their second daughter, all in the same month.
He really did think that he had a shot at getting the shop. It still, of course, wasn't definite, but things were definitely looking good for him.
After he opened the mailbox, and grabbing the various pieces of mail, he began to sift through them; bill, bill, junk mail, more bills, more junk mail.
The green eyed boy shook his head in confusion when he looked at the envelope. What the hell is this? The fact it was apparently from Shelby puzzled him even more.
His brow furrowed, a confused look on his face, as he opened the envelope.
"What the?" he looked closely at the rectangular piece of paper in his hand, "why would Shelby send us a check?"
The blonde boy didn't know what was going on; but he was, without a doubt, going to find out.
.X.x.X.x.X.
"Rachel!" Sam yelled as he walked into their apartment, "I need to talk to you!"
"What?" Rachel walked into the living room, "what is it?"
"Explain."
"Explain what?" she shook her head in confusion.
"Explain why your mother's been sending you money, every month."
"But…" she froze, "but how did you?"
"I found the freaking check in the mail, Rachel!" he crossed his arms, "and then I went to bank; apparently you've been cashing in a check from her, every month, since March."
"Sam, listen; I-"
"When were you planning on telling me?" he interrupted, "were you just going to hide it all from me; just keep lying to me?"
"I never lied to you, I-"
"Accepting a huge check from your mom behind my back, every month? I'm pretty sure that's lying, Rach!" he shook his head, "how the hell could you do this to me?"
"Sam, I think you need to relax."
"You know what, Rachel?" he shook his head in disbelief, "cut the crap!"
"Excuse me?" she placed her hands on her hips.
"Do you know how long it took me to get that woman's respect?" Sam let out a loud, angry, frustrated sigh, ignoring is wife's last comment, "and now, she's giving you money, thinking that I'm some sort of loser that can't provide for my family!"
"Sam, no one thinks of you like that," she sighed and shook her head.
"We don't even need that money; we have enough."
"But we're barely scraping by," she began to cry, "Sam, we don't have any wiggle room."
"Rachel, I love you with all my heart, and you know that; but I'm tired of you using that against me?"
"W-what?"
"You know for a fact that I hate it when you cry; you're trying to make me feel bad. But guess what?" his eyes narrowed, "that's not going to work, this time; we both know what you did was wrong!"
"Sam," she mumbled, "we need the fucking money; are you really going to let your pride get in the way of the wellbeing of your family?"
Sam's jaw tightened. That was fucking it. How dare she say that he didn't care about his family; hell, his family was his everything. But he wasn't going to let Rachel make him look like a loser.
"I can't fucking believe you, Rachel!" he exclaimed, before walking down the hallway and into the bedroom that they shared, slamming the door shut.
.X.x.X.x.X.
Dinner had been completely silent. They really didn't like to fight in front of Olivia, but right then, they were both so upset, that they couldn't talk to each other without screaming at each other.
So instead of talking, they shot each other dirty looks, every so often.
After a few hours of avoiding each other as much as they possibly could, they both headed for their bedroom.
"What the hell are you doing?" the small girl asked when she saw her husband take his pillow off the bed.
"I'm sleeping on the couch," he muttered, "since there's no way in hell that I'm sleeping with you, tonight."
"Alright, go ahead," she spat back, "go do whatever the fuck you want; see if I give a shit!"
Sam shook his head at Rachel, before walking out of their bedroom, grabbing a blanket from the hall closet, and laying down on the couch.
God, this thing is lumpy, he thought, and then sighed. This was going to be a long night.
So what did you guys think? Did you like it? Love it? Hate it? Who do you think is right, Rachel or Sam? Oh, and I just wanted to thank everybody for your feedback; your reviews, favorites, story alerts, author alerts; It really does mean a lot to me.
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