Sam's ex-wife's name will be revealed in time…..

I do not own Glee or its characters.

Thursday September 3rd

Arriving at my office the next morning, I call Harriett and ask her to bring me some coffee. A few minutes later she enters carrying my coffee and with a concerned look on her face. "What's wrong?"

"The former Mrs. Evans is here again to see you."

"Are you kidding me?"

"No, sir. She arrived a little after eight."

"Dammit." I pound my fist against my desk, and I notice her body jerk. "I'm sorry. I didn't mean to startle you." I look over at my schedule. "My first meeting isn't until ten. While I have half a mind to have her just sit there for another hour and fifteen minutes, I don't like the thought of her just hanging around." I sit for a few moments as I take the coffee from Harriett. I take a couple of sips and then place it on my desk. "This showing up uninvited stops today. I'll be out in a few minutes and will escort her out. Please contact security to be on standby. I don't want her back in the building."

"Yes, sir."

"Now on to more pleasant topics. How was your afternoon off yesterday?"

"Oh, Mr. Evans. It was wonderful. I was able to meet up with a few friends for an early dinner and then spent the rest of the day with my grandson."

"Aww, and how is little Jamison? He's getting big I bet."

"He is and just so full of life. We went to the park and after about thirty minutes of chasing him around I felt like I had run a marathon. But it was the best time I've had in a long while. Thank you again Mr. Evans."

"You're very welcome Harriett. I'm glad to hear that you had such an enjoyable day."

"I did. I'll go give Hank a call."

"Thank you."

I power up my computer as I take a few sips of my coffee. I'm still reeling from the fact that my ex-wife is here again. I don't know why she thinks she can just show up at my office anytime she wants to, but I am putting a stop to it now. She can try to give me that song and dance now about wanting me back all she wants but I know the real reason all too well. She realizes now how much she fucked up. I finish off my coffee and stand to have Harriett re-fill it while I escort her to the lobby. I know she is going to make a scene but hopefully she will be on her way through the exit door before she realizes what's happening.

I open the door and approach Harriett's desk. "Harriett, can you get me some more coffee please?"

"Yes Mr. Evans." I hand her the cup as we make eye contact and I nod. I turn and find my ex-wife looking up at me.

"Good morning.

"Good morning Sam."

"What can I do for you today?"

"I wanted to finish our conversation from yesterday. I was hoping to catch you early enough so that any meetings you may have wouldn't interrupt us."

"Well, as I said yesterday, I don't have anything else to say."

"But I do."

"OK, well I am going downstairs to get a bagel before my first meeting. You can walk with me and say what you have to say on the way."

"No, I'll just wait here until you come back if you don't mind."

"Actually, I do mind. You can probably tell that I am not a huge fan of you hanging around here. So, you can either walk with me now or I will have security come up here and escort you out. Your choice."

"I guess I'm going to walk with you.'

"Good choice." We walk toward the elevators and stand in silence while we wait for a car to arrive. I look down to check my watch and realize that she is staring over at me.

"Look, I know this is not a friendly walk down to get a bagel."

"Sure, it is. You had something to say so I suggest you say it. I've got a busy schedule today, so I am trying to fit you in now." The car arrives and I gesture for her to enter. Once we are both inside, I press the button for the first floor as she starts her usual rant.

"OK, well I think that you should seriously consider making our family whole again. I know Zack would be thrilled and it would be good for him."

"I agree." I glance up at the digital display and watch as the car descends.

"Wait what?"

I lower my eyes to her shocked face. "I agree Zack would be thrilled to have his family back together again and it would be good for him."

She smiles at me through watery eyes. "Oh, Sam."

I hold my hand up to clarify. "Let me finish. He said something to me just last night that made it clear to me that he misses the family unit he once had with us before your infidelity. So, I've made a decision that I need to do whatever I have to do in order to fill the void he has now."

"I promise Sam, you will not regret this." She wipes her eyes with the back of her hands. I raise my eyes to re-focus on the floor indicator.

"Oh, I know I won't because you are not part of the family picture that I am painting for him." I lower my gaze again to look at her.

"What?"

"I've tried to make myself clear, but you just don't seem to get it. I don't know what else to say or do to get you to understand so I will try one last time. You only exist to me as Zack's mother. You and I will never be part of the same family again. I've moved on and you need to do the same."

"Wait a minute. Just wait a minute." I watch as her eyes quickly dart from left to right several times and then she lowers her head. She then raises it and looks me in the eye with a half-scowl on her face that I have come to know all too well. "Everything you just said about painting a family picture. If you think that I am going to stand by and let some other bitch mother my son, you've seriously underestimated me."

I smirk at her angered face. "No, it's not like that at all." I shake my head slightly and sweetly smile at her. "Believe me, you will be the only bitch mothering our son." My jaw clenches as the elevator bell rings and the car comes to a stop. The doors open and I turn my head to see Hank waiting. I quickly nod and then escort her out of the elevator as I return my focus to her. I place my hand on the elevator door to prevent it from closing. "So, here we are. I need to make this clear to you. You are no longer welcome in this building. If you come within 50 feet of the entrance you will be cited for trespassing, no questions asked. Now, my head of security Hank and this nice officer here are going to explain everything else to you. Have a good day." I step back onto the elevator and press the button for the top floor as I watch Hank and the officer escort her to the security office.

A few minutes later I am back at my desk and reading through emails. My phone chimes and I pick it up smiling because I know that it's my girl but then I immediately scowl when I see who it is really from.

Real asshole move Sam but I won't give up on us so easily.

I exhale forcefully as I place the phone back on my desk. I'm not going to engage with her. That's the best thing to do right now. I focus back on my email for a few minutes until my phone rings. I pick it up and this time it is my baby. "Good morning darlin', how are you?"

"Hey you, morning. I'm great. How are you?"

"Fan-fucking-tastic now that I'm talking to you."

"Aww. So, what's the verdict on going to Metropolis?"

"We're a go. I was thinking we should rent a condo for the weekend instead of staying at a hotel. What do you think?"

"I like that idea. Other than the Superman themed sites I don't know what else they would want to do so we could still do our dinner/game night. They both seem to really enjoy those."

"Agreed. So now for the all-important question. Do I look for a three or four-bedroom condo?"

"Well, I think after our conversations with each of them last night, they know we are a couple, so I don't see anything wrong with getting a three-bedroom."

A big smile spreads across my face. "Awesome. You can't see me, but I am doing my happy dance right now."

"You're so silly. But hey, just because we are sharing a bed on this trip doesn't mean that there won't be any rules mister."

"Rules schmules."

"I'm serious but we can talk about it later."

"OK. Do you have everything we need for tonight?"

"Yes. We were at the market yesterday when I texted you, so I got everything then."

"Alright. We should be there no later than 5:30."

"Sounds good babe. My first client is here so I gotta go. I'll text you around lunchtime."

"OK baby. Have a good day."

"You too."

A knock sounds on my door. "Come in."

"Mr. Evans, I just hung up with Mr. Williams from Wallingsford High. He wants to meet with you about a possible donation to the school to renovate the auditorium."

"I had a feeling that was what he wanted. Try to schedule something early next week, preferably here but if I have to go to the school that's fine too."

"Will do. Also, since you will be in back to back meetings today, would you like me to place an order for lunch?"

"Harriett, what in the world would I do without you?"

"Oh, I think you'd get by."

"Maybe, but it wouldn't be the same. Lunch completely slipped my mind. Will you be ordering something too?

"Yes, I was thinking that we hadn't had McAllisters in a while."

"You're right and that sounds good. I'll have a chicken salad sandwich with cole slaw and a sweet tea please."

"OK, I'll go pick it up around noon."

"Sounds good."

"Do you need anything else right now?"

"Yes, can you bring me the flat files on the Bearman account? I want to review the actual contract before my call."

"Sure, I'll get that for you now."

"Thank you." A couple of minutes later she returns with the file and then turns to leave. "One more thing. Can you look up some condo rentals in or near Metropolis Illinois for October 22nd through the 25th? I need a three-bedroom condo and look for rentals with family-friendly amenities."

"Sure. I'll bring you a few to choose from sir."

"Thank you."

My 11:00 call wraps up at 12:10, that gives me twenty minutes before my next call. As if on cue, a knock sounds at my door and Harriett comes in with lunch.

"Thank you. I'm starving."

"Anytime. You also have a couple of cookies in there from Megan. She told me to tell you hello."

"Well, that was nice of her. You take one and I'll have the other."

"Thank you. I'll be at my desk if you need me."

"Stay. Sit and have lunch with me."

"Sir?"

"Have lunch with me." We move over to the conference table and take seats as we both open the containers. "So, tell me, how's your husband Ray doing?"

"He's doing fine. He's recently started gardening."

"Oh yeah. And how is that going?"

"So far not too bad. But he has the attention span of a gnat. Since he's retired, he has had so many projects I've lost count. I go home everyday just waiting for him to tell me he's bored with gardening and is going to try something else."

"He doesn't want to do any part-time work? That may help with the boredom."

"He mentioned it before but really couldn't find anything that he wanted to do even part-time."

"What about driving a school bus? There's always a need for bus drivers. He could work a few hours in the morning and/or a few hours in the afternoon. He wouldn't have to do both unless he wanted to. I think that would help with his boredom and break up his day."

"That's actually not a bad idea."

"He could even only work certain days if he wanted to. You should have him look into it."

"I will." My phone chimes and I look over and see that it is a message from Mercy. I pick up the phone and read it.

How's your day babe?

"I'll let you get that." Harriet stands and makes a move to pick up the container her food is in.

"No, wait. Just let me let her know that I will text her later."

Good. Having lunch with my assistant, I will text you back in a bit.

K

I turn my attention back to Harriett. "Now, just to finish up our conversation. He should try to get routes for elementary school kids. The kids in middle and high school may be a bit of a challenge, you know teenagers. The attitudes and rebellion. That could possibly lead to stress which defeats the whole purpose. But that's just my opinion."

She nods her head in agreement. "I know what you mean. All good points and I will definitely share that with him as well." She takes a sip from her cup and then clears her throat. "You know Mr. Evans, if you don't mind me saying it, you seem a lot more relaxed these days. It's nice. You work so hard and have a lot on your shoulders." She lowers her eyes to her food. "Call it women's intuition and forgive me if I am overstepping but could this change have anything to do with a special someone?"

I still for a moment and then slowly finish chewing the food in my mouth. "Now Harriett, you know that I am a private person. I don't share details about my personal life with anyone." I wipe my mouth as a deep frown appears on my face. "But." I slowly turn my frown into a smile. "I want to change that, especially with you." I chuckle at her reaction as a warm smile appears on her face. "So, yes to answer your question there is a special lady in my life."

"That's wonderful sir. I hope I am fortunate enough to meet her soon." She continues to smile as she takes a bite of her sandwich.

I watch her for a few seconds. "That's it? You're not going to ask me any questions about her?"

"I don't want to pry Mr. Evans."

"But I'm giving you an invitation to pry." I grin over at her as I finish my slaw.

"OK." She wipes her mouth with a napkin and then looks up at me. "How long have you been seeing her?"

"About three months. We met in June when I took Zack to Gainesville for band camp at UF."

"So, she was the reason for the hotel reservation change?"

"Yes, and it was the best decision I ever made. Her daughter was there for band camp as well. We hit it off instantly. Zack adores her, and her daughter Ally is great. Her and Zack are the same age. The condo rentals I have you looking up are for the four of us. Both Zack and Ally have been bugging us to go so we decided to try and get the trip done before winter."

"I've found a couple so far but want to look a bit more."

"OK. And since I will be gone that Friday, you should take the day as well. Plan something for you and your husband, my treat."

"Sir, I cannot let you do that."

"Then it's a good thing I didn't ask for your permission. You two like casinos. Plan a weekend in Vegas and use your company card."

"Ray will be thrilled. Thank you, Mr. Evans."

"Harriett, for everything you do for me around here it's the least I can do."

She glances down at her watch. "It looks like it's about time for your 12:30, sir. I'll bring the information on those rentals to you in the next couple of hours." She stands and clears the table of our trash.

"Sounds good." I stand and move back over to my desk. I take a seat and move the mouse to wake up my computer.

Her voice causes me to look in her direction at the door. "I really enjoyed having lunch with you today sir. Thank you for the invitation. And just because you gave me the invitation to pry into your life a little bit, I'm going to make one more observation. This lady of yours has had a profound impact on you. It's very nice to see you like this."

"You know, Zack said something similar to me last night. All I have to say to that is, what took everyone so long to tell me to take the stick out of my ass?" I give her the biggest smile she has probably ever seen on my face.

She laughs and smiles back. "Have a good meeting Mr. Evans."

"Thanks Harriett."

My office phone beeps and I pick up the receiver.

"Yes, Harriett."

"Sir, there has been a last-minute cancellation on your 12:30 meeting."

"OK, is it being rescheduled?"

"I don't have any information on that just yet but I will find out and let you know."

"Thanks."

I place the receiver back in the cradle and decide to use my free time to get back with my girl. I send her a quick text.

Busy?

Nope having lunch at my desk

I call her. "Hey baby."

"Hi there."

"What are you having?"

"A turkey and cheddar panini from the deli around the corner. What did you have?"

"Chicken salad from McAllisters."

"Yum. So how was lunch with your assistant?"

"It was good. I found out that she has noticed the change in me too."

"What were you before you met me a grinch or something?"

"Apparently. I asked her why no one told me to take the stick out of my ass before and she just laughed."

I hear her clear her throat. "So, tell me about your assistant."

"What do you want to know?"

"Whatever you want to tell me."

"She's nice. She takes great care of me."

"Oh, and how does she do that?"

"Why what is this? If I didn't know any better I would say that I detect a hint of jealousy in your voice."

"I'm not jealous."

"Oh, OK. Just making sure. But like I was saying she's nice and takes great care of me. She gives the best back massages. Let's see, she's been my assistant for about two years and today was the first time that we actually sat down and had lunch together. It was quite nice actually. I should probably invite her to eat with me more often."

"What does she look like?"

"She about 5'3 with platinum blond hair and big blue eyes. She has a petite frame with full hips. She wears this ruby red lipstick, man it's something else. And her perfume, wow. I'll find out the name of it and maybe get you a bottle."

"Oh, well she sounds nice."

"She is, she really is." I take a few moments to let my words hang in the air. I can feel her mood go sour and the silence from the other end of the phone is deafening.

"Well, I need to get back to work. Should I still expect you and Zack for dinner tonight?"

"Of course."

"OK, I guess I'll see you then."

"OK, and um Mercy?" I cannot take it anymore. Her mood is completely off-putting and her voice is low and hushed.

"Yes?"

"Baby, my assistant Harriett is a sixty-three-year old grandmother. She's been married for almost 40 years. And that perfume she wears? Same one my mother wears."

"You're an ass."

"Maybe, but, I'm your ass."

"Why did you do that to me?"

"Why didn't you just come out and say you were jealous?"

"Because I don't want to be that girl."

"O-K." I pause for a moment and then continue. "Explain please."

"You know the girl that can't take the thought of her man spending time with another woman."

"OK, stop. Did you hear what you just said?"

"What?"

"You referred to me as your man. Remember that. I'm your man. Say it."

"You're my man."

"Yeah, and your man is smiling so big right now."

"Probably not as big as I am."

"Let's just call it a draw."

"OK."

"So, I need to get back to work but I do have a request for tonight."

"And what's that?"

"Wear a dress or a skirt with the lacy hot pink boy shorts for your man."

"Done."

"I'll see you later beautiful."

"See you later Sammy."

After work, I drive to the apartment, take a quick shower and then put on my favorite jeans and a polo shirt. As quick as I think I managed to get showered and changed, Zack constantly reminds me that I am not moving fast enough for him. We hop into the car and then arrive at Mercy's precisely at 5:30. Ally answers the door. "Hey guys. Come on in."

"Hey Ally. How are you doing, sweetie?" I give her a big bear hug. She grunts softly as I squeeze her.

"I'm good Sam. Mom's in the kitchen." I nod at her as she and Zack flow into their usual banter. I round the corner from the hall to the kitchen and stop dead in my tracks when I see her. She is wearing a lavender mini skirt and a purple tank top with a ruffled collar. Her back is to me at the moment and I lean against the door frame and just drink her in. Her ass in that skirt, hell her ass in anything makes my cock twitch. Wow. I clear my throat loudly and she turns her head to see me biting down on my bottom lip.

"Well hey there." She turns to fully face me and smiles.

"Hey baby." My eyes scan up and down her body. "Thank you."

"What for?"

"Oh, I think you know. And I just have to say.." I lower my voice as I walk toward her. "You're lucky the kids are here." She rolls her eyes at me and turns her body back toward the sink as I lean down to whisper in her ear. "Your ass in this skirt? Fucking spectacular." I leave the smallest space between our two bodies as possible. I know that if my cock comes in contact with her ass, nothing will be able to stop me from grinding into her, little cockblockers be damned. I lick the shell of her ear and lean up to kiss her temple as my hands rest on her shoulders.

"Mom, is it ready?" We both turn toward the doorway.

"Not yet. Still need about twenty minutes."

"OK, we are going to go out back and jump on the trampoline."

"OK. And please no flips guys unless you're going to put the net up." They both nod and then dart out the back door letting the screen door slam behind them.

I grin when I realize the kids are occupied. "Now, where was I?" I lean forward, grab her left earlobe between my lips and gently suck on it. I move down to her neck and scan the area for my marks. She must have sensed my confusion.

"Makeup."

I nod slightly and then kiss the side of her head. I wrap my arms around her waist as I bury my mouth against the other side of her neck to mark her there instead.

Again, she senses my intention. "Babe, no."

I huff and solicit a giggle from her as I place a loud wet kiss against her neck instead. "Can I help with something then?"

"There's really nothing left to do. Alfredo is in the oven and the breadsticks will go in a few minutes before we sit down to eat."

I raise my head and look over at the stove in confusion. "How did you get all this done in less than thirty minutes?"

"I sautéed the chicken and cooked the bacon last night. I just had to boil the pasta and heat the broccoli when I got home today." She turns and wraps her arms around my neck. "So, have you found any good condos for our trip?"

"I have five for us to look over and choose from. Look." I pull the printouts out of my back pocket and hand them to her. She releases her hold on me, takes the papers from my hand and walks over toward the kitchen island.

She quickly scans through each page and then looks a bit more closely at the first page. "I like the look of all of them but we can't judge on appearance alone. What about each of the neighborhoods?"

"Based on the notes at the bottom of each page, all are in the best areas. I really think the only thing that sets one apart from another is the kind of amenities they have. Three of them have pools, two don't. I think a couple have huge television screens. One has a pool table. There are several other differences too."

After she looks over the last page, she hands the papers back to me. "Maybe we should let the kids choose?"

"I'm fine with that."

She smiles up at me. "They are going to flip when they find out." She walks over to the oven and I turn to allow my eyes to follow her. She pulls the door down and leans down a bit to check on the pasta. I can just about make out the outline of her boy shorts in that skirt.

"Yeah I know they are going to be pretty excited but enough about that." When she closes the oven door, I grab her hand and lead her out of the kitchen. "Come with me."

"Where are we going?"

"Just somewhere where I can put my hands on you the way I want to for a few minutes."

I pull her into the hallway bathroom and close the door behind us. I turn her around and wrap my arms around her waist as I plunge my tongue into her mouth. Her hands go to my hair and she gently tugs on it as our heads angle and the kiss deepens. After many moments, I draw away from our kiss and rest my forehead against hers. The warmth of her breath tickles my chin as we both try to calm our heavy breathing. "Turn around." She turns slowly and I lift the hem of her skirt up to her waist. "Sweet Jesus." Leaving her skirt up, I turn her to face me again and palm her ass. I close my eyes, throw my head back and moan softly as my hands knead the flesh. Her ass is just too perfect. The perfect size, the perfect shape, the perfect feel, it's just perfect. I could lose myself for hours between her cheeks. I hear her giggle and open one eye to glance down at her and see her smiling up at me.

"You really are an ass man, aren't you?"

"When it comes to you Mercy, I'm an everything man."

She closes her eyes and shakes her head at my response. "Come on before you cause me to burn dinner." I tap her ass lightly and then push her skirt back down as she runs her fingers through my hair in an effort to fix it. When she is satisfied, she leans up on her tiptoes and gives me a quick peck as I open the door for us to exit.

I call the kids in from the backyard several minutes later. They both enter the back door sweaty and out of breath. "After you wash your hands, you two can get ice for the glasses. We have tea, lemonade, milk and water. Sam and I will bring the food over." I use the salad tongs and place salad in each of the bowls already on the table.

After drying his hands, Zack presses the lever for the ice dispenser and fills each glass with ice. "What would you like to drink Cedes?"

"I'll have lemonade Zack. Thank you."

"Sure. Dad?"

"I'll have tea. Thanks buddy. And can you bring the salad dressing over too?" He nods as he opens the refrigerator and takes out the half gallons of tea and lemonade. Ally gets water for both her and Zack, picks up the basket of breadsticks from the island and then sits down at the table. I sit down in the seat to her right. Zack places the tea and lemonade back in the refrigerator, takes out the ranch dressing and then sits to Ally's left. Mercy brings over the casserole dish filled with chicken alfredo and places it in the center of the table. She grabs a small stack of paper napkins from the island and hands each of us a few. She then sits down to my right.

"Oh my god Cedes, this looks and smells so good."

"I hope you like it, Zack. It's one of Ally's favorites." She gestures for him to go first and he scoops some out of the dish and places it on his plate.

Ally goes next and she takes three scoops. Zack gives her a look and she shrugs at him. "Like mom said it's my favorite."

I gesture for Mercy to go next. She takes two scoops and then hands me the spoon. I scoop out two scoops as well. "Dig in everybody. Tell me what you think."

Zack takes a big forkful and immediately goes back to the casserole dish to get more. "Zack!"

"What Dad? I have to get some more before Ally takes all of it." He continues until he has scooped three more scoops onto his plate. He puts a couple of forkfuls into his mouth and then smiles over at Mercy. "Cedes this is delicious."

"Thanks Zack. I'm glad you like it." We eat in a comfortable silence for a few minutes before I reach to get some more pasta as well. Zack narrows his eyes at me and Ally just nods her head and grins as she continues eating.

"Babe, this is quite tasty. I need to get some more too before these two empty the dish." I scoop two more generous helpings onto my plate. I take another bite and smirk at Zack. "So guys, we have a surprise for you two."

"What?" Ally takes a napkin and wipes her mouth as her eyes bounce between me and her mother.

Zack face displays a slight smile. "What is it dad?"

"I'll let Mercedes do the honors." I look over and wink at her.

She looks at Zack, then Ally and then back at me. "I don't know. I think we should wait until after dinner."

"No mom. What is it?"

"Please Cedes please, don't make us wait."

"Oh, OK. Well, I hope you two don't have any plans for October 22nd through October 25th because we are taking you to Metropolis."

"For real? You're serious. You've planned it and everything?" Zack leans forward toward Mercy as Ally does what I assume is her happy dance.

"We have both taken the time off work and the plane tickets have been purchased. Now we need you two to pick which condo you want us to rent for the weekend." I pull the printouts from my back pocket and sit them on the table between me and Ally. "There are five to choose from. Three have pools and two do not."

Zack shakes his head frantically. "Those two are out already."

"Right!" Ally picks up the printouts and leans over toward Zack so that they can look at them together.

"OK, well look at those three and tell me which one you want us to book."

Ally resumes her happy dance. "Yes, yes, yes, yes, yes. You guys are the best."

"You're welcome. Now, let's finish dinner and then you two look over the condos together before we play our game." Mercy holds her hand out and Zack places the printouts in them as he nods with a toothy smile before shoving another forkful of pasta in his mouth.

"Can we play a few less rounds tonight? We want to look over the condos and then we are meeting Randy and Miles online to play Call of Duty at 7:30."

"Sure, that's fine buddy. Although if you want to forego the game altogether tonight that's fine too."

"No, I want to play. I like the trash talking you do even though you always lose. I'm just trying to fit everything in before we have to leave."

"Alright. And I don't always lose."

"Yeah you do." Ally snickers as she takes a drink from her glass.

"Ally? I thought we were friends."

"We are Sam, but it is so much fun to watch you tell us how bad you are going to beat us and then you have to eat your words." A soft snicker comes from my right side. I turn to look over at her.

"You turning on me too beautiful?"

"No babe. But they're right, it is pretty funny."

With dinner finished and the condo for our trip decided, we are all seated down in the basement in the den to play Phase 10. The kids are seated on the floor at opposite ends of the coffee table. Mercy and I are seated on the other side of the coffee table at opposite ends of the couch. Zack has dealt the cards and Ally is keeping score.

I pick up my cards and organize my hand. "Oh yeah, y'all are going down tonight. The tides they are a-changing." I look over at Zack. "I love you son, but I must take you down now. It's nothing personal, just business. You understand, right?"

"Sure Dad."

"Well I can show you better than I can tell you." Ally goes first, draws a card, plays a set of threes and a set of nines and then discards. Mercy goes next, draws a card, plays a set of tens and then discards. I'm up next. I draw a card, play a set of fives and a set of sevens and then discard. "Boom!" Zack shakes his head at me as he takes his turn. He draws a card, plays a set of ones, a set of twos, a set of eights and then discards. I look over at him and narrow my eyes. "Big deal. That was just luck." He smiles, shakes his head and laughs. Ally takes her next turn, draws a card, hits my set of ones, Mercy's set of tens and then discards. Mercy draws a card, hits both my sets of fives and sevens, Zack's set of twos, Ally's set of threes, plays a set of twelves and then discards. "That was just luck too!" She rolls her eyes at me as I take my next turn. I draw a card, hit Ally's set of threes, Mercy's set of twelves and then discard with a smirk at Ally. "It's just you and me. I feel a battle coming. No crying now. It's not allowed." Ally shifts up from the floor and sits back on her feet as she draws another card. She hits her own set of threes, my set of ones and then discards. I feel all their eyes on me as I look down at the two cards left in my hand. Both elevens. "I only lost because I was the last player." They all just cackle at me.

"Sure Dad."

"Is that all you can say?"

"No. I can also say LOSER!"

After playing five phases, I only progressed to phase 2. Ally was on phase five. Mercy and Zack both ended on phase four. We all end up back in the kitchen as the kids each grab a few peanut butter chocolate chip cookies and a glass of milk to take back downstairs while they play Call of Duty.

"One-hour Zack then we have to go."

He turns to look at me before going down the stairs. "OK."

Mercy starts putting the leftover pasta into a container. I pick up the plates from the table and rinse them before putting them in the dishwasher. "Do you want to take some of the alfredo with you?"

"Sure, that would be great." I lean back against the counter next to the sink to watch her. She places half of the remaining pasta into another container and then snaps a lid on top of it. She opens the refrigerator and places one container inside on the second shelf. She then places the leftover salad mix and salad dressing on the top shelf. She closes the door and then moves over to the sink. She turns on the faucet, but I lean over and turn it off. She looks up at me with confused eyes.

"So, the kids are having their dessert. Can I have mine now?"

"Sure, help yourself." She moves to turn on the faucet again, but she stills as I press my body flush against her back and attach my lips to her neck. I snake my hand underneath her skirt and gently rub her boy short covered clit. "What are you doing Sam?'

"Having my dessert."

"I thought you meant the cookies."

"I do. Just not those. This one." I move my hand up and then under the waistband of her boy shorts and run my finger down her slit. "Come with me." I grab her hand and walk out of the kitchen.

"Sam, we –"

"Sssh.." I pull her into the hallway bathroom again and close the door. I lift her up and sit her on the edge of the sink. She squeals and begins to protest. "You have to be quiet, Mercy." I push up at the hem of her skirt until she lifts her bottom off the sink. "I just need a quick taste baby." I give her my best pout. She bites her bottom lip and before she can stop me, I move the crotch of her boy shorts to the side and then slide a finger inside her. She groans softly. "Mmm. So tight baby." I slowly move my finger in and out of her and then add a second one. She presses her hands down on the sink and pitches her hips up to meet my movements as I devour her mouth, cradling her head with my other hand. Our kiss breaks as her pants get heavier. "I need my cream filling Mercy." I lock my eyes with hers. "May I?" She nods and I kneel. I remove my fingers and bury my tongue between her folds. "Mmm so good baby." I lap at her slit and rub on her clit until I feel her legs begin to shake. I bury my tongue in her again as her orgasm explodes in my mouth. "So sweet. I knew you would taste like honey. Milk and honey." I stroke her slit as I help her come down from her high. When her breathing is back to normal, I release the crotch of her boy shorts and stand. I place my hand against her crotch and rub the material of her panties between her moist folds. Once I am satisfied that I've covered the panties with her cream and her scent, I hook my thumbs under the waistband and pull them off. "Can I borrow these? I'll return them to you. I just want to bury my face in your scent for the rest of the night."

She studies me for few moments with a wicked smile on her face. "I like those so just make sure you give them back." I grin and kiss the tip of her nose as I slide her boy shorts into my pocket. "I can't believe you just did that Sam."

I lift her off the sink and lower her skirt. I pin her against the door and lick her top then bottom lip as my hands palm her ass. "Believe it baby. Hopefully I will be able to do a more thorough job next time."

An hour later, we all walk toward the front door to say our good nights. "Night Cedes. Thanks for dinner. It was the best chicken alfredo I've ever had."

"You're welcome. I gave your Dad some to take home with you. Make sure he shares it with you."

"You heard her Dad. You have to share with me."

"Yeah, we'll see."

"Sam, you better share with him."

"Ok, ok, ok. He can have a couple of scoops."

"Half."

"Half?"

"Yes, half."

"Fine."

I watch as Zack stares at us in awe. A smile plays on his lips and then he turns his full attention to Mercy. "Um, Cedes, can I give you a hug?"

"Well, of course you can." My heart stops as they embrace. I look over at Zack and see that his smile has broadened as his chin rests on her shoulder. "Oh, I almost forgot." Mercy pulls herself from their embrace, hurries to the kitchen and then returns with a sandwich bag full of cookies. "These are for you." She hands him the bag.

"Thanks, Cedes." He smiles shyly at her. I continue to watch their interaction with a goofy smile on my face. He turns and grins as he holds the bag up and shakes it in the air at me.

"You have to share with me."

"No, he doesn't." She wraps Zack back up in her embrace and my smile widens.

I pick Ally up and swing her around as we walk down the walkway to my car. Her giggles fill the air as Zack and Mercy walk behind us. Mercy has her arm draped over his shoulder and his face is beaming. I put Ally back on her feet and then hug her as I plant a kiss on the top of her head. "Good night Ms. Ally and you're welcome by the way. Everybody knows I let you win."

"Sure, you did Sam. Night." She lays her head against my chest as she hugs me with one arm before walking over to join Zack by the car, allowing me to say a private good night to my Mercy.

"Good night baby. I think it's safe to say that everyone had a good time."

"I agree. I almost cried when Zack asked if he could hug me."

"He's just as crazy about you as I am." I plant a soft, lingering kiss on her lips. "Thanks again for dinner but especially for my dessert. That was the best part of the night for me, hands down." I wink at her as she swats my chest lightly.

"Drive safe."

"I will. I'll call you later."

Once they are safely back inside the house, we wave, and I tap on the horn as we pull away from the curb. We ride in silence for a few minutes until Zack makes a request. "So, Ally has a sleepover tomorrow night and I was wondering if you thought that maybe Cedes would want to hang out with us tomorrow?"

"Why don't you ask her?"

"I thought maybe you should."

"Why is that?"

"Cause I don't think she will say no to you?"

"And why do you think that she would say no to you?"

"I don't know. Besides, I don't have her phone number."

"I can give it to you." I unlock my phone and pass it over to him. "Go to the contacts and look it up. It will be under Mercy."

"Mercy?"

"My nickname for her."

"That's cute Dad." He clicks on her number and then puts the call on speaker.

"Hey babe."

"Hi Cedes. This is Zack."

"Hey Zack. Did you forget something?"

"No. Actually, yeah maybe. Um, I wanted to ask if you wanted to hang out with me and Dad at our place tomorrow since Ally will be gone? Dad doesn't cook as good as you do but we can always get something delivered. If you don't want to, that's fine and I'll understand but I wanted to ask in case you were going to be by yourself tomorrow night."

"Why in the world would I ever decline an invitation to hang out with my favorite Evans man?"

"Dad, you weren't really supposed to tell her that."

"Hey, I just relayed your message."

"Anyway, OK. We will see you tomorrow after you get off work I guess."

"Sounds good. I will see you two then."

"See you then. Bye Cedes."

"Bye."