Hey guys I know you love all the updates! I am sorry its been Chapter after Chapter of this one but damn my muse has been super active for this one! Enjoy!

November 15, 2012

Sam stared at the email and blinked a few times to ensure he was reading it correctly. He handed it to Blaine, wanting to make sure he didn't miss anything.

"I don't see why you are freaking out, Sam. It's a pretty awesome job offer. You would be working for Marvel; it's your dream job. They put you up in a nice apartment, and you have a really great pay for someone who just graduated… what's the catch."

Sam ran his hands through his hair. "Mercedes is the catch."

Blaine nodded. "Oh, yeah…well, I mean, you have to talk to her."

"Blaine, you don't get it. Everything with her right now is so perfect. That night a month ago and waking up in her arms wasn't even awkward. We made breakfast and made love. And have been basically every day since."

Blaine nodded. "But have you talked? Is it friends with benefits, or are you together."

"I don't know. And I am afraid to know. The thing is, if I have this chance with her, I have to take it, right?"

"Sam," Blaine said, sighing. "Mercedes is the woman you love, and right now, her life is here. But Marvel is your dream job, and unfortunately, the position is in L.A., So the choice is yours. Dream girl or Dream Job."

"Oh my God, I am living an actual Sophie's Choice. When the hell did my life become a damn romcom." Sam growled.

"Are you seriously asking that? You and Mercedes are the definition of a rom-com. That being said. I can't help you. I stayed here because Kurt got a great opportunity to work for Mercedes, but I wasn't offered the job I wanted. You need to talk to Mercedes."

Sam closed his eyes. "I know, and I have to let them know by tomorrow…so I really need to figure this out."

"Mercedes is currently at lunch, so head there now. Talk to her. Figure this out together."

Sam nodded as he gathered his things and headed to Mercedes's office. After security let him up, he stopped at the door for a moment, watching her design. It was a true treat, to be honest; her hair was pulled up in a messy bun so it wouldn't get in her face, and her glasses were at the tip of her nose. Three different colored pencils were in her hair, another behind her ear as she worked diligently.

Sitting back, admiring her work, she looked up and smiled, seeing Sam. "Hey, I didn't know you were stopping by. Come in."

Sam nodded, walked into the office, and smiled at the spring dress she had created. "For your new line?"

"Yep, it's gonna be the best yet; this is the final design. I turn Everything in tonight. Three weeks ahead of schedule. I guess someone inspired me." She said, standing from her desk and walking around to where he sat on the edge.

Wrapping her arms around his neck, she looked into his eyes and knew something was wrong. "Sam? What is it?"

Sam stared at her. "Kiss me."

"What?" She laughed.

"Kiss me, Mercedes. I want to be in this moment with you."

"Sam, you are scaring me."

Sam lifted his hands to her face, cupping it as he pulled her lips to his, kissing her with all the love he could muster at that moment. "I love you, Mercedes. I have always loved you." He whispered against her lips.

"Sam, I love you too. I have always loved you. What's happening?"

Sam sighed, gently pulling away from her. "I got an email the other day. It turns out someone from Marvel Comics got wind of my work and asked to see some of my ideas for Marvel, so I sent it in."

Sam paused, and Mercedes beamed. "Well! What did they say?"

Sam sighed. "They love my work; they offered me a job. Great pay, benefits, and an apartment. It's my dream job."

"So why do you look so miserable? Sam, you have to take it!" She said, caressing his face.

Sam took her hand his, kissing them before staring up at her. "The job is in Los Angeles, and they want an answer by tomorrow."

"Wow…" She breathed.

Sam nodded. "Mercedes, we are finally in a great place, and I want to keep that no job is worth losing you."

Mercedes shook her head. "Sam… I love us too. How we are, things haven't felt this right for me since I left for London. And leaving it made me stronger; it gave me all of this. I can't rob you of your dream when I got to live mine."

"Mercedes, we already proved long distance doesn't work for us."

"Sam. Just like I have talked about fashion my whole life, you have talked about making your own superhero comic for Marvel. That's your dream, one that you and I both prayed for every time we made our fountain wishes." She reminded him.

"Yeah, but we were together in those wishes, you working on your fashion line, me working for Marvel."

"Who says we won't be together again? I never thought it could be like this, Sam; after I left for London, I thought we were done, and yet, somehow, someway, we came back to each other. And there is one big difference between then and now."

"What's that?" Sam asked.

Mercedes wrapped her arms around his neck again. "We aren't lovesick teens, and we can handle this."

"I don't want to lose you."

Mercedes nodded. "I don't want to lose you either. But Sam, trust me on this, this job is a once-in-a-lifetime kind of thing, and you will regret not going, and I will resent myself for not making you take it."

"Even if it means this is all we get?"

"Even then, because at least we got this."

Sam kissed her forehead and held her close; both could feel the other's heartbreaking.

December 5, 2012

Mercedes ran her hands through her hair; she was sad and stressed due to Sam being gone and some issues with her line. Everyone loved them but her, suddenly she hated Everything she created.

Quinn ran her hands through her hair. "Merce, you are driving everyone crazy. The line is gorgeous; you are just feeling off because of the Sam situation and the Jordan thing."

Santana, one of Mercedes's models, looked away from her fitting and raised an eyebrow. "Jordan's back?"

Mercedes shook her head. "He called wanting to grab dinner, but I dunno. I just feel like if I do this, I am closing the door on Sam and me, and I don't want to do that." Mercedes stood from her desk but fell back down.

Tina, her other model, moved to her side. "Mercedes, are you okay?"

Mercedes nodded. "I am fine; I just need a minute, I think."

Tina shook her head. "Liar. You are pale, and now you are dizzy; we need to get you checked out; your stress could be hurting your body."

"I agree!" Quinn added.

Mercedes started to shake her head, but none of the girls would budge. Within 30 minutes, they were sitting in a hospital room, waiting for the tests the doctors ran. Mercedes closed her eyes.

"I bought a ticket to go see Sam next week, and I am nervous about it; that is probably what is happening."

"You bought a ticket! Girl, have I taught you nothing!" Santana said, shaking her head.

There was a knock on the door, and Mercedes looked at it as Dr. Holiday walked into the room. "Ms. Jones?"

"Yes, ma'am."

She looked around the room and then back to Mercedes. "Is it free to speak in front of your friends?"

Mercedes nodded. "Yes." She had a bond that she couldn't explain with the three women in that room, and by the way Dr. Holiday was looking at her; she figured she may need the support. "Am I dying? Just ripped the bandaid off, okay?"

Dr. Holiday laughed. "No, but we take patient privacy very seriously. You are fine; stress, being pale, and the fatigue and dizziness are all common with your pregnancy; it usually subsides within the second trimester, so you won't feel this way in a few weeks."

Mercedes stared at her. "I'm sorry, come again?"

"Oh, you didn't know you were pregnant…this is awkward. Well, Ms. Jones, you are pregnant." She said with a smile. "You are Due June 18 of, 2013. I have this pamphlet for you, and I know a good O.B. All that information is there. Just take care of yourself. You are now in charge of two lives. I will have the nurse discharge you momentarily."

Mercedes took a breath as she walked out of the room. "Don't. Say. A. Word."

All the women in the room shook their heads, looking around and avoiding her for a moment.

Mercedes sighed. "This is…"

"Loca." Santana finished. "What are you going to do?"

"What do you mean what is she going to do? Of course, she is keeping the baby." Tina said.

"That's not our choice; it's hers." Santana countered.

Mercedes shook her head. "No. It's not, and it's mine and Sam's. I have to catch that flight now."

October 12, 2012

Mercedes chewed her lip nervously as she made her way to Sam's place. She had taken a few days off so she could talk to him, and maybe he could show her around. She was even interested in possibly looking for a studio in L. A and could design anywhere once this line was complete.

Walking to the door, she confirmed the address once again and exhaled as she raised her hand to knock. After waiting for a few moments, she knocked again and stood back as the door swung open, and a gorgeous woman opened it wearing nothing but Sam's shirt. One of the same shirts Sam wore when he had stayed over at her place.

"Are you the take our driver?" She asked, looking down at Mercedes's carry-on suitcase.

"I am sorry, I must have the wrong address." She said as Sam walked to the door shirtless.

"Mercedes?"

Mercedes cut her eyes at him, turning and leaving as Sam ran after her.

"Mercedes, please wait," Sam said, catching her at the elevator. The doors opened, and Mercedes hopped onto it; Sam quickly followed. She pressed the down button, but Sam stopped the doors from closing.

"What are you doing here?"

"Leave me alone, Sam." She spat, yanking her hand away. "Go back to your girl."

"She's not my girl; we dated a few months back when I was in L.A., and we reconnected. But we aren't together."

"And I don't care."

Sam stared at her. "You look like you care. I don't know what you want from me, and you told me to leave."

"I told you to leave to follow your dream! I DIDN'T TELL YOU TO HOP INTO BED WITH YOUR EX!" She yelled at him. "But that's what you do, isn't it? First me, then her?"

Sam shook his head. "Mercedes, why are you here?"

"You wanna know why I am here? I am pregnant, you asshole, with your child." She spat.

Sam stared at her, shocked. She pushed him away from the doors and pushed the closed door button. "Maybe you should wrap it up with her; I wouldn't want you to end up with ghetto twins." She growled as the doors closed.

December 13, 2012

S.E.: Merce, please answer my calls. I need to talk to you.

S.E.: I love you, need you. Please, I know it looked bad, but I just…please answer.

M.J.: message read

December 14, 2012

S.E.: Please just talk to me. Mercedes, you can't just show up and tell me that you are pregnant, then ignore me!

S.E.: Are you even sure you are pregnant?

M.J.: message read

December 15, 2012

S.E.: I read somewhere that you need folic acid, so I hope you are taking it

S.E.: Work is going great; I have been learning a lot.

M.J.: message read

December 16, 2012

S.E.: Mercedes, I know you are there, you are mad, and I get it, but can we talk about it?

S.E.: Look, if you are pregnant with my child, then I deserve the right to know that you guys are okay!

S.E.: Don't make me send one of our parents to make sure you are okay.

M.J.: I am fine. The baby is fine. Goodbye.

December 17, 2012

S.E.: So I was given a promotion already, not an intern anymore.

S.E.: Christmas is coming up; what do you think about me coming down there?

M.J.: No.

S.E.: No?

S.E.: No?

S.E.: Mercedes! You can't just say no.

M.J.: I just did. Leave me alone.

December 25, 2012

Mercedes pulled the young turkey out of the oven, basting it before pushing it back in there; she didn't feel like spending the Holiday's with anyone, so she stayed home alone and decided to cook for herself. Her parents were on a cruise, her brothers were with their families, and she hadn't been speaking to the one person she really wanted to be with.

Sam had caught her at the airport, but she didn't want anything to do with him. She left without a word, and even though he kept texting her, she didn't want to deal with him. She couldn't. She was still wrapping her head around the fact that she was pregnant. She didn't feel pregnant, not like she felt she should.

She wasn't sick, wasn't throwing up like most women; yes, she had nausea but nothing more. In January she would be three months pregnant, and she didn't know how she was going to deal with Sam. Maybe she should be mad at him, but she was. Maybe she was madder at herself.

Her parents were ecstatic; they were excited to add another grandchild to the family. Though they felt she should marry Sam and be done with it. But Mercedes wasn't sure that was the best thing to do; maybe they weren't meant to be together.

She sighed as she began making the sweet potato pie; taking out two pie pans, she made sure she made an extra one for Kurt and Blaine; they said they would stop by after they made dinner at the loft with everyone.

Hearing a knock at her door, she was surprised the buzz didn't go off; she wiped her hands onto the apron and went to the door, opening and freezing as Sam stood in front of her.

"Hi," Sam said, offering her a smile.

Mercedes stood there staring at him, not saying a word as he looked her up and down.

"You really are glowing; I thought Kurt was just exaggerating."

Mercedes folded her arms across her chest. "Why are you here?"

"Because you are pregnant with my child! Now I gave up spending Christmas with my family, so I could come and see you, and I am not leaving here without you sitting down with me and talking to me about what we are going to do!" Sam said, folding his own arms across his chest and staring her down.

They stared at each other for a moment before she threw her hands in the air and moved away from him. "Fine!"

As he entered, she shut the door, and he turned to her. "First, let me explain what happened with Erin. She showed up, and we were talking, and she kissed me. I was startled, she spilled her drink over herself, and she was wearing my shirt while her dress was being washed."

Mercedes shrugged. "I don't care."

"Mercedes I am serious," Sam said softly.

"It was 8 am, Sam. She was at your place at 8 am wearing nothing but your shirt, one I have worn, and you were shirtless; you may not have had sex, but something happened. Did you kiss her back?"

Sam stood quietly, and Mercedes nodded. "Yeah, whatever."

Reaching for her, he turned her back to him. "Mercedes, I was caught off guard. When I was in L.A., and we were hanging out, I started to like her, and so when she came over, we started talking…when she kissed me, yes, I kissed her back, and then she wanted more, and I didn't. She did spill her drink, and she slept in the bed while I slept on the couch. Because at the end of the day, I want you."

She shrugged. "Like I said, I really don't care."

"Yes, you do." He said, moving closer to her. "That's why you have been avoiding me, and you don't want to think about me moving on."

Mercedes stared at him. "You are off base here, Evans."

"Am I?" He pulled her closer to him. "Mercedes, we may not have defied what we were when I left, but I wouldn't sleep with someone, not after I have had perfection."

Mercedes sighed, her guard falling slightly. "Sam, that still leaves us with issues. You are thriving in L.A., and I am…."

"Killing the game here?"

Mercedes snorted. "What?!"

"I read a post that said, "Mercedes Jones is 'killing the game,' which I asked about, and they said it means you are becoming wildly successful. So what do we do?"

The timer went off, and Mercedes moved from Sam to the kitchen. "Sam, I don't think we can survive long distances."

He nodded, leaning against the island. "So what do we do? Because I love you, and you love me, and we are about to bring a life into this world?"

Mercedes sighed. "I will give you updates and videos of my growing stomach, you will come here when you can, and I will come to see you, and we just won't stress about a relationship; we will just focus on this child. Because with work and being pregnant, I think that is all I can do."

"And what about us and seeing other people?" Sam asked.

"Sam, if you like Erin, then you should see where it goes." Mercedes said, feeling her own heart rip in two.

"You don't mean that," Sam said.

Mercedes checked the top oven, pulling the mac and cheese out, replacing it with the pies, and then turning towards Sam. "I said what I said."

Sam moved behind her and placed his hands on her stomach. "You mean that? If I find someone I like I should see where it goes?"

Mercedes nodded. "That's what I said."

Sam nuzzled her neck. "Then it's settled."

"What's settled?"

Sam moved her hair out of the way and kissed a trail down her neck to her ear. "That we are together."

Mercedes laughed. "You are not serious."

"Do you still love me?" He asked, lifting her chin so she could see him.

"I do, Sam, but-"

He cut her off with a soft kiss. Turning her in his arms, he lifted her to the counter. "You are having my baby Mercedes, and I love you. I know we are in two different places, but I can come here every chance I get; you can come to see me until you can't fly anymore, and we can figure this out. Make it work. Do you want to make this work?"

Mercedes stared at him. "Do you think we can? Sam, I don't want to screw up this child; we could barely get it together."

"Mercedes, do you want to make this work? Yes or no?"

Mercedes nodded. "I don't want to get married, and I just want to focus on this child and us right now."

Sam smiled. "Considering we living in two different places, marriage is way down on the list of things we need to do." He said, pulling her closer to him. "The first thing on that list is you need to kiss me."

Mercedes giggled, shaking her head. "Oh, do I?"

"Yes, we have to seal this relationship with a kiss, or it's not real," Sam said, leaning in and brushing his lips against hers.

Wrapping her arms around his neck, she leaned in and kissed him softly at first, but as he moved his arms down her body, she wrapped her thighs around his waist and deepened the kiss.

Sam's hands went under her shirt and rested on either side of her stomach. "I still can't believe you are having my baby."

Mercedes nodded. "Me either. I'm scared as hell, but knowing that I have you, that you are in this with me, I don't feel so alone anymore."

Sam kissed her. "I really want to stand here and make out, maybe break in this counter, but the food smells amazing, and I am starving."

Mercedes laughed. "Oh, thank God I am starving too. This baby makes me so hungry all the time!"

Sam turned around and grabbed the oven mitts bringing the mac and cheese over to them. He took a forkful, blew on it, and then fed it to Mercedes before doing the same to himself. "So I am here until after the New Year; I was hoping we could call my parents together and tell them."

"You haven't told them?" She asked as he fed her another forkful.

"In my defense, no."

She snorted, shaking her head. "Hate to break it to you, Evans, but I told my mom and dad, so I am pretty sure yours know already."

Sam leaned in and kissed her. "I think we need to make up some kind of relationship agreement contract."

Mercedes frowned. "Why?"

"Because the way this mac and cheese tastes, and the way that pie smells, I need it in writing; you will make this every time I come to New York to visit my girlfriend, aka baby momma." Sam teased.

Mercedes laughed, shaking her head. "How about instead of a contract, you get a we will see."

"Does that come with a kiss?"

She nodded. "Of course." Mercedes leaned in, kissing him soundly, feeling like maybe, just maybe, they finally got it right.