Sweet and simple to there is more angst :(; I know I know you guys are over the angst.
About a month had passed and the marriage that is Samcedes was undergoing some serious therapy. They both had set regular meetings with their marriage counselor, Dr. Jackson, as well as having personal therapy sessions with their own therapists. Trying to dig within themselves and being able to be the best versions of themselves was proven to be more than hard but not impossible. In fact, the couple found themself spending more time together and communicating better than before. So much so that Sam was able to join Mercedes after her tour was resumed following the whole Brady incident.
Speaking of the Brady incident, he had even gone on national television and fabricated some lie that Mercedes had sent him flirty messages and that is why he came to the room and that he felt as though he was set up. However, he was disproven when other visitors of the hotel contested to hear her shout to him about leaving her room. Then the final nail to his lackluster dance career was the fact that Mercedes and Sam had released their own joint statement to the press to speak about what actually occurred that night. Receiving a bunch of good press, was able to regenerate even more ticket sales and sell out all the arenas. It was more than what Mercedes could have asked for.
Sam and Mercedes were on the back of her private tour bus that just belonged to her and no one else and for that, she was grateful because she does not believe for a second she could handle the jeering and teasing from her roommates if they were to constantly be around her and Sam being in love, it would have gotten an old really quick. Sam was reading through emails while Mercedes rested her head on his legs and flicked through shows on Hulu.
"Do you think if we had a kid they would want to dance?" Mercedes asked out of the blue.
"Hmm, maybe why do you ask?" Sam replied.
"Because Dance Moms is on here, and I was thinking what type of dance parents we would be. We could be like Jill and petition for our daughter or son to play roles that they have no business playing, or would we be sensible like Holly and Christi and remind our kids that dance might not always be forever but friendship, kindness, and humility will be?"
Sam chuckled, "I'd think you'd be a great dance mom, I'll just come to the competitions though,"
"Uh, you wouldn't come to their practices,"
"Hell no, I saw those Lifetime movies, next thing you know the moms are going to be assuming you left without a trace, or died and then will send casseroles as romantic offerings to have sex with me. That is disgusting."
Mercedes laughed, "You are an idiot Sam."
"Awe but I am your idiot," Sam cooed as he leaned down and plopped a kiss on her lips, "So where are you performing today." Mercedes peered up at the wall where there was a poster of the United States and then the rest of the world. All of the places she had performed at had thumbtacks in them while the rest of the places were waiting.
"We are heading to Houston, Texas tonight, I like Texas. The crowds are huge and always pleasant when I get there," Mercedes answered as she laid back down.
"Good, well it is going to be a great show tonight," Sam replied. He had a special secret that he was keeping from Mercedes. She had been working so hard and he realized he hadn't shown her how truly deserving she was so tonight he had planned for a nice hotel surprise to be set up after her show, meet-and-greets, and press room tonight, and he was hoping to God that she loved it.
After Mercedes's performance, she was dead bone tired. Her shows consisted of two hours of dancing, high-belt note singing, rapping, quick changes, complicated ballads, and even a classical musical part she had put in place for a transition from one song into another. The bright lights, the cheering, the singing along, the dance moves she had to remember, and making sure she didn't fall at any point really took a toll on her body after that fact. Not to mention not being able to binge on her favorite foods and drinks because she had to protect her voice and her body until the tour was officially over.
She was sitting in her dressing room wiping the makeup off her face as she read through fan reviews of the tour to see how everything was going. For the most part, it was a pretty successful tour and her fans were raving about it, some even trying to purchase even more tickets for the European part of the tour, and that's what made her happy. After she had changed into an oversize sweatshirt and pair of shorts she exited the room and headed out to the tour bus so it relocate them to the next place. However, to her surprise, it wasn't there, instead, there was a limo, and Sam was standing in front of it with a smug smile on his face.
"Samuel Evans, what are you doing?" Mercedes asked with a smirk as she walked over to her husband.
"I, Mercedes Jones, am doing what people call a surprise, and I promise you will be back here in Texas just in time for your performance in Dallas, all you have to do is say you trust me," Sam answered. Mercedes swayed her head from side to side to mimic her thinking the situation over before placing a kiss on Sam's lips.
"I trust you," She said smiling. Sam nodded and opened the door for her, she gracefully got in just as Sam had got in as well. Without much help, Mercedes fell asleep on Sam's shoulders the minute the car was put on the road. Sam knew she needed rest so he wasn't surprised so when they made it to the jet he carried her on and placed her on the medium-sized couch while the flight attendant grabbed their bags. Then the plane jetted off into a new adventure.
When Mercedes woke up she found herself in a bed that didn't belong to her and Sam was nowhere in sight. She listened for the bathroom and heard nothing at all so she assumed he had stepped out. She turned in the bed and noticed an envelope and a big gift box wrapped in all the fixings. She lifted herself up and grabbed the envelope and in it was a note.
Hey baby, I'm having something special set up for us today, and given that you are on tour we have to be quick if you want to make it back to Texas in time. So put on the outfit I have laid out for you, and meet me out on the terrace in about 15 minutes if I timed this right. I love you.
Mercedes smiled at the note and rose from the bed and headed to the bathroom to freshen up. After she was done she opened the box and found a red long sleeve bandage-wrapped dress with off-the-shoulders and a pair of red matching heels. She quickly dressed considering she only had about a few minutes left. She placed her hair in a ponytail with two bangs framing her face and she headed out to the terrace. Upon her arrival, she found her sexy husband in a black tux and a small table for two with food for the both of them and a single candle in the middle.
"What's all this?" Mercedes asked with a smile.
"This is us getting back on track slowly but surely. I thought I whisk you away to Chicago since it's one of your favorite places in the country to visit, give you a little dinner, and then get you back on tour," Sam answered. Mercedes walked closer to him and pulled him down for a kiss to which he greatly pulled her closer. Mercedes turned Sam and walked him towards the wall as his hands went and squeezed his wife's ample ass. He turned them around so her back could be to the wall.
"I want you, I want you," Mercedes whimpered.
"You got me, baby," Sam whispered back.