They're in denial!
Christmas:
Part One
Sam scratched his scruffy beard as he walked into his parents house, carrying gifts for the family.
"Daddy!" Shawn squealed, running to him.
Sam put the gifts in front of the tree and bent down to pick him up and kissed him. "How are you, little man?"
"I'm making it." He huffed.
Sam snorted knowing he picked that up from his mother. "Well I am glad to hear that. What have you been doing?"
"Nana and I made cookies and mommy and uncle Bassy took me to see Santa."
"I'm sorry Mommy and who?"
"Well what brings you here so early, dinner isn't for eight hours."
"I'm bringing the gifts, but enough about me who in the H- H, E, double hockey sticks is Uncle Bas and why is he taking my son to see Santa!"
Mary shrugged. "I would tell you to ask your wife, but seeing as you two don't talk unless it's about Shawn, the world may never know."
Sam cut his eyes at her. "You've sat back and watched my wife step out on me and didn't tell me? You're my mother!"
"And you, no matter how good the reason was, left your pregnant wife and mother of your children. So tough sugar, honey, iced tea kid."
"I didn't leave my pregnant wife, I removed myself from a no win situation." He replied, frowning. "Is she… she here?"
"Yeah removed yourself and turned into a scruff monster dang near scared your son last week." She teased. "She is next door, baking for dinner."
He shifted. "Huh… well that's good, happy she's good and baking again."
"Yeah well after a few weeks of her refusing to get out of bed, this week has been good, but you would know all that if you just talk to her."
Sam rolled his eyes. "Funny how everyone is telling me I need to be the one that does all the talking, it's almost like I'm in the relationship alone. She hasn't wanted to talk to me either but again, I don't tell you everything so…" He snapped.
"Samuel." She said in a warning tone. "You are my son and I love you, but you need to get a grip. The same thing I am telling you I told her. You would know that if you bothered to ask. This is not a great situation for any of us Sam, but you barely speak to anyone more than a few sentences when you stop by, we just we don't know how to help. So we are doing the best we can."
"It's not for you to help, this marriage isn't between you and us. It's between me and Mercedes. I appreciate all the advice and words of wisdom but my marriage and my wife will be handled how we see fit." He replied.
Mary threw her hands in the air. "Messaged received. I'll leave you with your son." Mary said shaking her head as she turned and headed back towards the kitchen.
"How… how does… is she lifting her feet?" He asked, shoving his hands into his pockets. "She had to do that with Shawn."
Mary laughed at him shaking her head. "You are gonna have to see for yourself son, she's not my wife and its not my marriage."
Sam rolled his eyes. "But those are your grandchildren she's carrying but you're right. I'll go ask for myself with my son." He replied, grabbing Shawn and storming out.
Mercedes took the sweet potato pie out of the oven, placing it on the counter as she sang along to her favorite Christmas songs.
Farrah walked into the room going to the second oven and checking on the turkey. "How are you feeling, baby girl?"
"Like a whale and I am only five and a half months…can't wait to see how big I get when it's time to deliver.
Farrah smiled. "And how are my other babies doing?" She asked, placing her hand over her daughter's stomach.
"Taking turns kicking my bladder like its a soccer ball. But the doctor said they are fine. Growing well, and everything." She said softly as she sat down and started to prepare the mac and cheese wanting to stay busy.
"Is Sam coming for dinner?"
"You would have to ask him. But if he is, the twins and I will not be there." Mercedes said not looking at her mother.
"You would cook all this food and eat in your room?"
"I sure would. He left me, so as far and anything else goes we have nothing to talk about." Mercedes spat fighting back her tears. She hated being so damn emotional all the time.
Farrah sat back watching Mercedes blend the ingredients and then add them to the macaroni. "Watching you cook is like watching our family's history. I used to sit right there and you would watch me, I did the same with my mom. Maybe you will have a daughter and she will."
"I know what you are doing, I am not finding out the sex of the babies. I don't want to know right now."
"Mercedes it's not fair! We need to prepare!"
Mercedes sighed, putting the dish in the oven. "Mom, I am not finding out right now. So you are just going to have to wait." She walked out the kitchen and up to her room.
Farrah was headed after her when the doorbell rang. Going to it she cut her eyes at Sam. "Don't think showing up with my Grandson will get you through these doors, Michael is still trying to take your head."
Sam let out a breath. "He can have it, I don't really care. I came to check on her and I will leave right after."
Farrah frowned. "What has gotten into the both of you?" She asked, taking Shawn from him. "She's walking around moping and you're walking around angry."
He nodded. "Yep, I'll only be here for a few minutes." He replied, slipping past her and heading straight upstairs to Mercedes' room.
"Go away, I'm not home!" She yelled hearing someone open her door as she laid on her bed. It took her while to lay down, she wasn't getting back up unless it was Shawn.
"You shouldn't be on your side like that and you should have a pillow in between your legs." Sam replied, walking over and grabbing the other pillow off the bed, lifting her leg and placing it there.
Mercedes rolled her eyes. "Your children are kicking my ass. I needed a break on my side." As he helped her she snuggled closer to the pillow. "Why are you here?"
"It's a holiday. Shawn should see us both during the holidays." He replied, wrapping an arm around her and turning her over.
"He would see us both all the time, but you left me alone, with a three year old and twins in my ever growing stomach. The doctor says this huge thing is normal, but I am three times as big as I was with Shawn, so I can already not see my feet! And it all already just hurts!" She said angrily as he helped her.
Sam sighed, sitting at the foot of the bed and grabbing her feet. "I didn't leave you, you told everyone I left you and then your brothers tried to beat my ass… along with mine and our dads. So forgive me for not rushing back." He said as he started massaging her swollen feet.
"You think I told them you left?" She looked at him. "Do you not know our family? I told them you were pissed at me and walked away for some air. You didn't come back and they got the same message I did. You get enough air Evans? Because if you came here to tell me you want a divorce well, just get it over with."
He rolled his eyes, grabbing her other foot. "You didn't correct them and I'm not asking you for a damn divorce, you're pregnant! I'm here because I know you're not taking care of yourself and I know how you are at this stage. Everything's more heightened… just want to make sure you're okay and I will leave after you confirm that you are since no one outside of Shawn wants me here."
Mercedes yanked her feet away from him, struggling to get up. "No! I'm not okay Sam! You just walked away and didn't' look back. You…" She closed her eyes trying to calm herself. "No Sam, I am not okay."
He pulled her foot back to his lap, frowning. "My phone works just like yours does, you could've called me. I can't fix it if you don't tell me."
She nodded. "You wanna fix this? Then tell me you still love me Sam, tell me you missed me, because I missed you, I miss you. "
"I love you and I've missed you." He replied, still frowning.
Mercedes nodded, laying completely down and sighing into the foot massage. "I do understand why you didn't tell me Sam, and I forgive you for all of that. But I don't know if you have forgiven me for being hurt and ignoring you. I stand by it. With the information I had at the time, I stand by not wanting to talk to you. But I am open to talk now."
Sam chuckled, moving his hand up her leg, massaging it. "Funny, you seem to think the sun rises and sets on your ass." He said. "You may be open to talking now but I'm not."
"You know what? Leave. Now! I am done dealing with this. I don't know what you want from me Sam and right now I am too damn tired and sore and hurt to care." She said moving her feet away from him and trying to roll over so she could stand.
He grabbed her leg and tugged her down closer to him. "I wasn't done, let me help with that." He said massaging both of her legs
"Sammmm." She groaned, hating that he was making her legs feel oh so good. He was such an ass. "Why?"
He slowly worked his way up to her thighs, making sure to add the appropriate amount of pressure. "Have you been taking your vitamins?"
She huffed closing her eyes as a moan left her lips. "Mmhmm."
"Drink water?" He asked, moving his hands to her inner thighs, kneading them. "Walking?"
Mercedes sighed heavily trying to stop another moan from leaving her lips. "Yes…."
He nodded, bunching up her dress until it was above her waist.
"What are you doing?"
He chuckled. "Don't worry I'm not going to take advantage of you." He said, bringing his hands to her hips and massaging them deeply, keeping his eyes on her. "You know I can take Shawn to work with me, so you can rest."
"Sam." She groaned as her eyes fluttered closed. "You and I both know Shawn gives me no trouble while I am here. It's the being here. It's the being without you. Its everything. Taking Shawn isn't going to fix this." She said, staring at him. "You being here, doing this, isn't' going to fix this."
"I didn't think it would but you are still my wife and you are carrying my children, it's helping with the aches even if it's not the biggest one." He replied, placing his hands on her stomach leaning down and gently kissing it.
Mercedes shook her head as tears fell, immediately covering her face with her hands, not wanting him to see. "You helped, so you can go then."
He kissed her stomach again, moving his hands higher to her breast that he knew ached and started to knead them. "I'm not trying to upset you, Mercedes. I just don't know how to get from this point to the next."
"Well staying away sure as hell isn't helping…Oh my God!" She shook her head groaning as his hands keep kneading her breast.
He kissed his way up her stomach to her breast, sucking her left nipple while continuing to caress the other. "I don't know how to do that either." He admitted switching to her right,
Mercedes shuttered needing more and Sam knew it. Her hands went to his head as her body reacted to him. "I cant…Oh Sam…"
He ran his fingers over her nipples, tugging and teasing as his lips moved to hers, kissing her hungrily as she tugged at his shirt. "I need you Sam…God I need you so bad."
"I need you too." He said hovering over her as he pulled his shirt off and kissed her again, careful not to press into her.
"Mommy Mommy!" Shawn yelled opening the door, and Mercedes and Sam froze.
"Hey buddy, can you go see Nana real quick, mommy and daddy are…talking."
Shawn walked out the room shutting the door and Mercedes looked after him. "I should go see what he wanted."
"No uh…we should finish our conversation." He said kissing her again. "Move to your side, there's one part of you I know needs a massage."
Mercedes nodded as Sam moved behind her, shoving down his pants as he wrapped one of her legs around him and moved his finger down to her panty clad clit.
"You are so wet and ready arent't you?"
"Stop teasing me I need you…" She whimpered.
Sam moved her panties to the side and twirled his finger over her clit. "How bad…"
"So bad…"
He moved to her ear, nipping on it. "Tell Daddy what you want him to do to you?"
Mercedes turned her head and stared at him. "Make love to me Sam…let me feel you again."
Sam smiled. "All you had to do was ask beautiful." He said pushing inside of her, feeling her sigh in relief at the same time he did. Things were not great but in this moment he was just happy to be home.
Mary looked at Shawn as he ran down the stairs. "Shawny I thought you were going to get your mommy?"
"Daddy told me to find you."
Mary looked at Farrah and back at Shawn. "He did?"
"Uh huh. He was sitting on mommy and kissing her and said for me to go to nana." He shrugged. "Can I have a cookie?"
Mary and Farrah both looked at each, shaking there heads before Mary handed him the tray of cookies. "Go find your grandpa sweetie."
Farrah quickly ran up the stairs with Mary right behind her. "They can't do this." She said and Mary nodded.
"Nope, they have to talk and she's just horny and so is he." Mary replied as they stopped at the door both hesitating.
Farrah sighed. "Maybe it wouldn't hurt…"
"Oh no, this will hurt." She said, knocking on the door loudly. "Sam, you already know, I will burst in there."
Sam froze, looking at Mercedes. "She will…" he whispered. "MA! WE'RE JUST TALKING!"
"Oh hell to the no." Farrah said, "Mercedes Kennedy Jones! That child told us you two were kissing!"
Mercedes covered her mouth to stifle her laugh. "Mommy, we're both clothed. We're just talking."
Mary shook her head, twisting the knob and opening the door. "Look at you… lying. Get out of your wife and get dressed!"
"MOM!" Sam shouted, throwing the covers over them. "I don't want to get out of my wife, I want you to get out of here! You're embarrassing me!"
"Embarrassing you? Boy I don't give a damn! You and your wife need to talk, not sitting here bumping uglies."
"Oh lord my mom done taught your mom to say bumping uglies, we are not gonna win this." Mercedes said, shaking her head.
"Can we just have a moment please?" Sam asked.
"No!" Farrah said. "Not if it's a moment that's gonna let you finish. No finishing until you talk it out! Now unless you are gonna finish with us watching, pull out!"
Sam made a face hinting he had no problem doing just that. "Let us get dresses." Mercedes said, sighing.
"What! You can't let them bully us like that!" Sam protested.
"Oh boy hush, you have hands." Mary said, walking out.
Farrah shook her head. "Tsk, tsk… can't even have Christmas without you two breaking this bed in… damn shame." She said following Mary out and shutting the door.
"You know that son of mine is gonna try to finish right?" Mary said, sighing.
"Have kids, they say, teach them, and kick them out the nest. Why does it feel like our kids never left!" Farrah huffed.
Sam sighed as they shut the door and pulled Mercedes close. "Where were we?"
"Sam, our parents just busted in here catching us, we're done." She said, trying to move away from him.
Sam thrust inside of her causing her to moan out. "Does that feel done to you?"
"S-Sam stop."
"You don't want me to stop." He said kissing a trail down her neck as his hand squeezed her breast. "You want me to get you off, to make you cum, give you what you need. Tell me the truth."
"Sam I…" Her words were cut short by another thrust as Sam moved over and over. "Yes! Yes I want you Sam…"
"Good because I want you too." He said, gripping her tighter. "But you gotta be quiet."
Mercedes looked back at him and he smiled. "I know I am too good for you to keep quiet but…" His words were cut short by her lips as a moan came over her.
Mary looked at her watch as Sam helped Mercedes down the stairs forty-five minutes later.
"Forty-five minutes to get dressed? really?"
Mercedes blushed. "I'm bigger than I was before… it takes longer."
Farrah wagged her finger at them. "Don't you dare use my babies as an excuse, that bed has a headboard."
Michael frowned looking at Sam. "I see you decided to show up… here to make my child cry again?" He asked.
'I didn't try to make her cry the last time but I can leave, I don't want to be anywhere I'm not welcomed or wanted."
"You are not going anywhere. Sit!" Mary said, pointing to the couch. "Both of you."
Sam frowned. "I already told you at your house, this isn't a communal marriage."
"And I told you to Sit! Now sit your ass down Samuel we have something to say!" Mary said in a warning tone.
He shook his head. "No." He replied firmly. "I may be your child still but I am not a child and before you use dad, he already knows and agrees that we should handle this ourselves."
Mary smirked. "You may not be a child but you are damn sure acting like one! You say you are supposed to handle this, well handle it! Your wife and son living here is not handling anything."
"No, I'm not." He defended. "You want to supersede your position in our marriage and I'm not letting you. I've set a boundary and I expect you to respect it!" He said, feeling anger growing.
"He set boundaries Farrah, you hear that?" Mary said.
Farrah shifted. "We may need to take a step back… all of us. He isn't wrong." She said, "Mercedes, do you want us to take a step back?"
Mercedes looked at Sam, then her mother and sighed. "My husband has set a boundary for our relationship so, yes I would like for you to respect that. However, I do not appreciate you speaking to your mother that way…" She replied and Sam shook his head.
"I wasn't disrespectful and my tone wasn't harsh." He said.
Mary walked over to Sam. "You are my son, and I love you. But if you want to set boundaries for your marriage, then fix it! Your wife is staying here with us! Your son is staying here with us! You want to be respected as a man, then act like one. You want me out of your marriage then maybe you need to grow up and get into it!" Mary stepped back. "You…" She shook her head, turning away from him. "You want to let your marriage fall apart fine, but I am not helping anymore." She walked out the door.
"I never asked for you to help!" He remarked. "I can't do this…"
Mercedes reached over and took Sam's hand. "Please Sam…once you start running at everything, you won't stop. I ran, and I let run because I thought that's what we needed. This is about us, so just let's focus on us. I haven't gone on my walk today, come with me and Shawn…please." She asked hoping getting him out and away for a bit will help them all calm down.
Sam looked at her and shook his head. "I am not gonna stay somewhere I am not wanted. I'll come check on you guys later." He turned away from her.
"Sam." Mercedes said moving in front of him. She placed his hands on her stomach so he could feel the babies kick. "This is why we don't run." She looked over to Shawn. "Shawn is why I don't run." She stepped closer to him, pulling him down to her and kissing him softly. "You are why I don't run. So let us be your reason to stay."
He looked at her before nodding slowly. "Okay, we can go."
Mercedes looked at him tearfully. "I think you just took that first step you were talking about Sam." She reached over and hugged him tightly.
Sam hesitated for a brief moment before letting his guard down and holding her just as tight. "I do love you Merce, so much."
"I love you too." Mercedes replied.
"And I love you three!" Shawn added hugging their legs.
Sam chuckled, picking him up and tickling him. "We love you too, kiddo." He grabbed Mercedes' hand and headed towards the door right as it flung open and they were met by his father's angry eyes.
"Oh shit." Sam mumbled.
"Oh shit!" Shawn repeated and Mercedes shot him a warning look. "Sorry…"
Dwight kept his eyes trained on his son. "What in the hell did you do to my wife!"
Sam sighed. "Nothing. I did nothing but set a boundary." He replied, shifting Shawn. "Can I go take a walk with my wife and son please?"
Dwight looked at him. "Sam, as much as I am glad you want to take a walk with your wife, I have my wife to think of. Set your boundaries but you still need to apologize to your mother. I don't want you to apologize for your boundaries but she's hurt. She loves you Sam."
He refrained from rolling his eyes. "No. I'm not trying to be disrespectful here or keep drama going but she and I had the exact conversation about this earlier. I get that she's my mother and I love her too but I can not apologize for enforcing that, she chose not to respect it. I shouldn't have to apologize for defending it."
Mercedes placed her hand on his shoulder. "And if Shawn upset me would you understand and let him just walk away?"
"I didn't intentionally upset her. I wasn't rude, I didn't speak out of turn and I didn't aim to hurt her. Mercedes, you know I would never do that."
"I know Sam I was there, I know." She turned to him. "But as respectful as you tried to be, she was still hurt."
"Damn right she was!" Dwight added. "And when she's hurt I don't get none and I like getting some!"
Mercedes shook her head. "Sam, you were not wrong for setting boundaries, I think it's good to have separation, but your mom was just trying to be your mom." She rubbed her stomach smiling down at Shawn. "I get that. And sometimes as moms we make mistakes, and it takes someone else being the bigger person, to make things right."
"So apologize because she didn't want to respect the boundary?"
"No, apologize because you love her. Tell her that you just want to fix us yourself though you appreciate her. But say it not with that angry face you make when you are trying to be respectful but you are pissed." She teased.
He shook his head. "I did tell her that and now I'm trying to do that but I have to apologize because she chose to think she was right to keep intervening! I would never want any of my children to feel like they have to apologize when they are right because it will appease another person and you shouldn't either. I did nothing wrong but I should still apologize?"
She sighed, shaking her head. "Your feelings were not wrong, but how you handled it was. Sam, you are the most stubborn man I have ever met. I know because I am just as stubborn, I don't know if it's the pregnancy or getting older but I realized that being stubborn and holding on to my beliefs because I want to be right, it doesn't matter when I could lose something or someone special. But I am not going to make you do anything. I just want to walk with my family. If we stop by your mom's house, great. If not, that's your choice."
He looked at his father, frowning. "I'll think about it, fair enough?"
Dwight huffed. "I don't care, but come time for dinner you better be on good terms with my wife or I'm taking you out back and kicking your ass in front of your son." He replied, winking at Mercedes before scowling at Sam as he walked away.
Mercedes took his hand in hers. "Let's go, our family needs a few minutes alone together." She leaned into him. "Do you wanna hold Shawn or take the stroller?"
"I'll hold him, he likes to run anyways."
"You better be prepared then because these two are gonna be track stars or something, they are kicking the mess out of me."
He chuckled, stopping and placing Shawn down before grabbing his little hands and putting them on her stomach. "You feel that?" He asked.
Shawn furrowed his brows before smiling brightly. "WOW!
Mercedes stared down at this. "Sam, Shawn and I are coming home with you tonight after dinner." Mercedes said. "And then Tuesday we are going to my appointment and we are going to find out what we are having."
He looked up at her. "Are you sure? We haven't even talked…"
Mercedes nodded. "We can't talk if we aren't in the same place. It won't be easy, but you are worth everything Sam. Our family is worth everything."
He smiled. "Our house is nothing without you two there… I haven't even been sleeping there."
"Where have you been?"
"Wait, one last thing, who is Uncle Bassy?" He asked, remembering that was one of the reasons for him coming over to check on her.
Mercedes raised an eyebrow. "I see Shawn told you we saw Santa huh?"
"He did… an invite would've been nice."
Mercedes turned completely towards Sam. "I didn't intend on taking him. I went to grab a new…well lets just say the girl's are getting huge, and as Shawn and I came out of the store we ran into Sebastian and Blaine and their daughter India. Bas saw I was down and asked if we wanted to hang with them. You know I would never intentionally keep you away from anything that involves your son.
Sam looked dreamingly at her breast. "They have… wait, you saw Blaine? Did he tell you he threatened me? With a bat!
"No, but considering Quinn called me back and told me if I didn't get back with you she would never let Santana fantasize about me again, which made Santana tell me off, I get it." She laughed.
"Speaking of… I need to call her…" He said with a sly smirk.
Shawn put his ear to Mercedes stomach as she looked at Sam. "Really? Why?"
He shrugged. "Sometimes, she tells me her fantasies…"
"Are you serious?" Mercedes saw her brother pull up into the driveway. "Hey Shawn go tell Uncle Eric he owes you ten hugs." As Shawn ran away Mercedes looked at Sam. "Okay you got three or so minutes, tell me one of em."
Sam smirked. "Well there is one that I wouldn't mind watching… she has you tied to the bed and her and Q take turns before they both just feast for hours."
Mercedes wrapped her arms around his neck. "Mmm and where will you be? Sitting in a chair watching?"
He wrapped his arms around her, "In the corner just out of reach, possibly tied too."
"They are obsessed with me, you get that right? You know they invited me down for a threesome." She giggled. "You wanna know what my fantasy is right now?"
"Does it involve my mouth?"
She shook her head. "Nope, it involves my mouth."
He raised his eyebrow. "Mmm and what is it doing?"
"Giving you the best blow job of your life." She smirked.
He shifted, letting out a low groan. "You my truck is over there…" He teased.
She ran her hand down his chest and smiled. "Eric! Sam and I really need to talk. Can you keep an eye on Shawn for a minute?"
Eric laughed. "Like I was giving him back, he is about to get me out of the dog house. Ima be back with your child later."
Sam laughed. "Should we be worried about that?"
Mercedes laughed. "Eric told dad his girl is pregnant and dad is pissed at him. It's fine. Let's go."
Sam shot her a look. "Wait, is everyone pregnant?" He asked, leading her to his truck and helping her inside.
"Marcus got his girl pregnant too and she better be lucky cause her ass can't cook, she would have been gone." Mercedes laughed.
Sam shook his head. "They're all being so irresponsible… Jason's girl is pregnant too."
Mercedes laughed. "Wow, so all our kids are gonna be the same age…I feel bad for Shawn having to deal with them." She bit her bottom lip looking at him. "Come here."
Sam moved closer to her and kissed her. "Not gonna lie, I feel like we are back in high school."
Mercedes beamed. "Well…you played such a great game tonight Sam. I think I out cheered the cheerleaders."
Sam smirked. "I saw you cheering for me. Made me feel all special."
Mercedes moved closer to her. "You know I have never made out with a jock before. Wanna be my first?"
"Oh that is something I can do, beautiful." Sam leaned in, kissing her softly, pulling her close. "I've wanted to do this since I saw you in that two piece at Quinn's pool party. Your lips are so tempting."
"Now's your chance. Play your cards right and I will take you to heaven with these lips."
Sam kissed her tenderly at first, then hungrily took her lips to his, sucking on them as his hands went to her breast. "Perfect. You are perfect."
Mercedes ran her hand down his chest and to his pants, pulling them down and stroking his cock. "I knew you were big but…damn."
Sam smirked. "Oh you knew did you? How?"
"Last week you wore sweats and well I saw you watching me in the gym." She said leaning down and running her tongue over the tip of his cock.
"Fuck!" Sam groaned, letting his head fall back. "I was right, magic fuckin' lips.
"And no gag reflex." She said taking him deep to the back of her throat.
"Fuck! Fuck! Swallow your dick baby." Sam said, placing his hand on her head gently.
Mercedes groaned against him using her voice to send vibrations. He shuddered as she moved faster. Pushing him closer to the edge as his head fell back and he called out her name.
Mercedes smiled sitting back in the seat wiping her lips as he tried to catch his breath. "Sooo world class or what?"
Sam looked over at her. "Marry me. I know we are in high school but no man should ever get to experience those lips but me."
Mercedes giggled, shaking her head. "You are a mess."
Sam's phone went off and he shifted, grabbing it seeing it was a message from Jason letting him know it was time to eat.
"Ready to eat?" He asked, pulling his pants up.
She leaned over and kissed him. "Ready."
You know when you avoid your problems with amazing sex cause it's easier? yeah well the other shoe always drops! More to come! again WE ARE BACK BABY! New stories coming tooo ;)