Hey guys! Kesh and I want to wish you Happy Holidays! We are so thankful for you all! Enjoy the newest installation of Thanksgiving Battle!
Sam scratched his scruffy beard as he walked into his parent's house, carrying gifts for the family.
"Daddy!" Shawn squealed, running to him.
Sam put the gifts in front of the tree, bent down to pick him up, and kissed him. "How are you, little man?"
"I'm making it." He huffed.
Sam snorted, knowing he had 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 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 Mercedes and me. 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 it's 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 checked 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 it's 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 as 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, and 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 of 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 lay on her bed. It took her a 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, and 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 barked 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, and 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, 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, and 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 understand why you didn't tell me, Sam, and I forgive you for all 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
"Samm." 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 kept 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 can't…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 of 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, aren'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 at 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, 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 their 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 and 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 dressed," 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, and 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; we'll 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, and 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! If 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 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 to 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 baby's 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, 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 the 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, didn't speak out of turn, and 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 I don't get none when she's hurt, 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, 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 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 the 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, let's just say the girls 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's 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, 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, and 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 into 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. "So 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."
New Years
"Sam, I need you to help Shawn with his shoes," Mercedes said, huffing as she sat on the couch. She's kept her word and came home after Christmas, and so far, things were… better.
"I'm on a call; give me ten more minutes," Sam replied.
"It's fine, Sam; I will do it. Come on, Shawn." She said, walking over to the sofa and softly lowering herself onto the couch.
Shawn ran over. "Can I wear my lighty shoes?"
Mercedes laughed; he loved the light-up Mickey mouse shoes he got for Christmas. "Sure, go grab them."
Shawn ran upstairs, going to grab his shoes as Sam walked into the living room, sitting next to Mercedes. "I told you I would do it." He said, rubbing her stomach. "How are you feeling?"
"You seemed busy." She looked down at her stomach. "We are doing okay, sore but okay. How was the call?"
"Closed the deal… I'm officially on paternity leave. Anything I can do about the soreness?" He asked, leaning in and nipping at her neck.
"Really? They won't be lost without you for the next few months?" She asked, stifling a moan. "Not that! I am sore mostly because you woke me up last night needing a quickie that turned into half the night."
Sam smiled, kissing along her neck. "Are you complaining, Mrs. Evans? Because I can think of a few ways to punish you if you are." He teased.
She smiled. "Mmmm, I think I need to be punished." She whispered, tilting her neck so that he had better access.
He gently bit her neck, shifting so that he was over her. "How long do you think it'll take him to find those shoes?"
Mercedes laid back with a smile. "Considering they are sitting right there at the door? I am pretty sure he got distracted by his tablet and is playing on it right now."
Sam slipped his hand underneath her shirt, running it up until he reached her breast. Kissing her as he began toying with her nipple. "I seriously love your body, especially when you're pregnant."
"Ohhh." She breathed as her body turned to mush at his touch. "I can tell; we have had sex at least twice a day every day since Christmas." She teased as she ran her tongue through his lips, tasting him desperately. "This one definitely has to be a quickie, Sam."
He kissed her back, groaning. "I don't think I can do a quickie, not with what I want to do to you." He admitted, slipping his other hand underneath her shirt.
"Samuel Dwight Evans, either you make it a quickie or remove your hand; we have things to do today."
He chuckled. "How about I try my best? I promise to keep it under thirty minutes."
"You may have to convince me." She smirked.
Sam leaned upwards, pulling lightly on her leg so that she was directly underneath him and taking his shirt off. "You remember you gotta be quiet and be my eyes." He instructed, taking her shirt off of her too. "Mmm, so damn sexy."
Mercedes looked to the stairs and chewed her bottom lip. She smirked, looking up at him. "Sam…" She whimpered, running her hand down his chest, reaching for his jeans, and unbuttoning them. "You are the sexiest man I have ever seen, you know? Glad you kept the scruff too.." She teased, loving his facial hair.
As Sam kissed a trail down her body, she moaned. "Sam, I am not sure we should do this." She said, knowing he would react. "I mean, with your wife due home at any time? We might get caught." She teased, smiling.
"All this sneaking around is making it hard for me… maybe I should just tell her about you?"
Mercedes reached into his jeans, gripping his already hard shaft. "I thought you liked sneaking around. Liked bending me over your desk in your office…taking me on the counter where you cook them dinner…the sneaking around is the best part." She said, pushing his jeans down further.
Sam groaned. "I do like it; I especially want to do it when you wear those skirts or when she's visiting and you bend over on purpose."
"Remember that time I hid under your desk while she was there, taking this big dick of yours between my lips." She said, reminding him of the time when she was under his desk, and Marley walked in on them; she didn't care enough to stop.
Sam bit his lip, remembering that day clearly. "It took everything in me to wait until she left to cum…you love taking my big dick, don't you?"
"Yes…I need it… I need it in the worst way. Fuck me, Sam, fuck me like I'm yours and you are mine."
Sam growled, looking down at her exposed and ready; he spread her thighs, lifting her skirt and pushing her panties aside. "Oh, I'm gonna fuck you because you are mine." He said, pushing himself deep inside of her. "Fuck! You are always so wet, baby."
"Only for you." She made out before screaming into a pillow.
"Mmmm, take this dick; my wife can't take it as good as you."
"Yes! Oh, Sam, just like that!"
Sam gripped her thighs tighter as his phone rang. Ignoring it, he pounded into her, cursing at how perfect she was.
Mercedes threw her head back as her phone rang once Sam's stopped. "We…we should…we should answer…" She said breathlessly.
"You can answer it." Sam groaned. "I am busy."
Mercedes reached for his phone, seeing it was his mother. "It's Mary…"
"And?" Sam said, thrusting faster. "Fuck! Best pussy I have ever had…."
She let out a moan, careful not to answer the phone. "Sammy… you need to talk to her."
"My mistress shouldn't be telling me to talk to my mom. Now let me fuck you, silly!"
Mercedes shook her head, shoving him off of her. "What the fuck! Sam, have you lost your damn mind?"
Sam caught himself before he toppled off the couch. "Umm, what the hell is wrong with you? What I do?"
She threw his phone at him. "What's wrong with me? No, what the fuck is wrong with you? You're avoiding talking to your mother and acting like I'm supposed to turn off that side of myself because your dick is getting wet?
Sam stood up and pulled his jeans up. "Mercedes, leave it. You know I am not talking to her; this isn't something new."
She grabbed her shirt, huffing as she sat up. "You're so stubborn! Talk to your damn mother, or that will be the last time you feel me." She warned, slowly standing and heading towards the stairs. "I'm serious, Samuel; talk to her or regret it later."
His phone rang again, and he frowned, yelling up the stairs. "Threatening to take away the booty Mercedes Evans is cruel…cruel woman!" He closed his eyes as he answered his phone, he was mad, but he was no fool. "Yes Mom?"
Flashback
Sam and Mercedes walked into her parent's house, sharing identical grins as they headed to the dining room to eat.
"Well, don't you two look… chipper?" Eric teased.
Sam smiled, looking at Mercedes. "What can I say? Your sister has a way of making me see things clearly."
Eric gagged. "Ew, that's gross… Anyways Shawn's staying with me tonight, and no, I'm not asking. I have rights."
Sam laughed. "Wasn't no one gonna argue with you? I have a whole month of nights to make up."
"Yeah, you do." Mercedes giggled as Sam pulled her closer.
"Ew… MoMA, they being nasty over Christmas dinner!" Marcus said, scrunching his face.
Michael shook his head. "She's only a baby… I need a drink."
Mary and Dwight walked in and exchanged glances with their son before taking their seats at the table.
Mercedes nudged Sam. "Talk to her." She whispered before walking over and taking Shawn from her brother. "You can have him back after dinner."
Eric frowned. "He was fine with me…."
Mercedes snickered. "You act like I took away your best friend, he's my son, and I want to make sure he eats real food and not just the dessert you were going to sneak him."
Sam walked over to his mom and kissed her on her cheek. "Merry Christmas, mom." He said he didn't feel he was wrong, but he still loved his mom and didn't like her upset.
"Samuel." She said. "How are things?"
Sam sighed. "Good. Things are good."
Dwight rolled his eyes. "Are you going to apologize to my wife?" He asked, and Sam let out a breath.
"Let's just enjoy dinner; who's saying grace?" Sam asked, walking over to his seat next to Mercedes.
"Sam, you owe your mother an apology, so apologize," Dwight said.
"I think Michael should say grace," Sam said, ignoring his father. "Or Mercedes could sing for us like she used to."
"Sam, I think you need to just tell them how you feel." Mercedes encouraged. "It's clear we aren't going to eat until it happens."
He looked at Mercedes, shaking his head before standing. "Fine, if you want to do this, then let's do it. I will not apologize for what transpired earlier, and I will, however, apologize for hurting my wife and causing all this commotion; I was wrong for walking out and leaving you and Shawn." He said before sitting down again.
"Sam, you had no right to talk to me the way you did!" Mary said. "You may be grown, but you are right. You are the one who caused all of this. You walked away for a month, and just because you sexed her down to forgive you doesn't mean that the last month didn't happen. You left us to take care of your family while you were out doing whatever you were doing, so yes, you put us in the middle of your relationship!" She defended.
Sam rolled his eyes. "Last I checked, I wasn't out running around or being an asshole. I was working, I didn't sleep, and I literally just said sorry for my part in all of this. I didn't speak down to you, I didn't yell at you, nor did I ask you to keep putting yourself into my marriage. Now, like I said, I am sorry for hurting my wife and my child and leaving. I am not going in circles about this; thank you for taking care of my wife and child when I fell short, but that is it." He replied calmly.
"Well, then it's clear you have said all you need to say. Dwight, please bring me a plate once dinner is over. I will not be joining you all tonight." Mary said, turning and walking towards the door.
Dwight stood. "No, no one is leaving, and Sam, you will make this right!"
Michael shared a look with Farrah before sighing. "I don't one hundred percent agree with him, but he isn't wrong. Mercedes was here too, and she is partly to blame… sorry, sweetpea, but it's true. And putting all the blame on him is not okay. They both did something wrong here and him taking ownership is enough."
Farrah nodded. "He wasn't mean when he spoke earlier, Mary. He's just asking you to respect a boundary, and I know it's hard, but we have to let our children be adults."
"It's not about him taking ownership; it's about the way he spoke to me. You may not have thought it was disrespectful, but I did. Sam had no right talking to me the way he did. Twice I add, once when he first arrived and was angry because he wanted to know about Mercedes, and I told him to talk to his wife and second a bit ago."
"I did go and talk to my wife! I did, and you continued to overstep after I asked you not to; I was angry, yes, but what I said still holds, and I don't care to keep having this same asinine conversation because you hurt your feelings! I fucked up, and it has eaten me up every day, but I will not be made to feel like what I said was invalid. You want an apology so that you will continue to feel right, but you aren't right. You don't intervene this much in your other kids' personal lives; grant me the same grace. And dad, I get it. You're defending mom, but even you said I wasn't wrong."
Mary looked at Dwight and nodded angrily. "Well, since I am the odd man out, I will let myself out. I will not let my son speak to me however he wants. If you don't want to keep having the same asinine conversation, consider it dropped. I am done. And Dwight, you can make yourself comfortable in the guest room tonight!" Mary said, leaving the room altogether.
Dwight huffed. "God damn it! I told you specifically not to say that… I will kick your ass later!" He boomed.
Sam shrugged. "I told you I wasn't budging, and I meant it."
"Well, we know where you get your stubbornness from, that's for sure," Farrah said.
"Moma, don't," Mercedes said. "Sam, baby… just go talk to her. I'm not asking you to apologize; just talk to her."
"There is no talking to her when she is like this," Sam said, sighing. "So shall we eat?"
Mercedes shook her head. "No, go talk to her now.."
"Drop it, Mercedes. Please." He said, looking at her.
She grabbed his shirt and pulled him down to ear level. "If you want to finish what we started in your truck or for me to come home, you will go and talk to your mother, understand?" She whispered.
Sam looked at his wife, seeing that she wasn't joking. "Are you seriously taking it away after just now giving it back?" He asked, shooting her a challenging look.
Mercedes squared her shoulders. "I haven't had consecutive sex in a month, you haven't had consecutive sex in a month, and you're going to let two words keep you from that?"
He frowned. "Mercedes…"
She smirked. "Sam's going to speak with Mary; we can eat," Mercedes announced, and Sam reluctantly went to do as his wife told.
Sam walked out of the room and to the front door, where his father was trying to convince his mom to stay. "Mom, please don't go, this is the forgiving season, and I may not feel I should apologize, but we can at least eat together. I love you and appreciate everything you did while Mercedes and I were in our rut."
Mary shook her head, but Dwight nudged her. She huffed. "Fine. But only because I am hungry."
"That's fine; I came in here because I am hungry too." Sam teased his mom."
She offered him a small smile as they headed back into the dining room.
Back to the Present.
Even though she ate with them, she had spent every conversation making it known she was right and he should still apologize, so he just figured he would avoid talking to her.
"Sam, are you guys coming over for the New Year's party or not? I don't want to assume I know what you are doing." She said.
Sam rolled his eyes. "We said we were coming; we are just getting Shawn ready."
"Oh, okay, I would remind you to pack a bag so he can stay the night, but you are his parent, and I don't want to overstep."
"Mom, this has to stop," he said, scratching his face in frustration.
Mary huffed. "Well, are you allowing me to keep my grandchild for the next two weeks or not?"
"Are you going to keep acting as if I am questioning every single thing you do?" he asked.
"I don't want to impose myself; I called you because I know Mercedes is getting close, and I'm sure she will need a break."
"Well, if you would bother asking instead of being like this, you would know I am on leave now, so I am here to help her too."
"Just make sure Shawn has his medicine, and don't be late."
Sam bawled up his fist. "If you think Mercedes isn't competent enough to include our child's medication, say that to her." He spat before hanging up.
Mercedes walked down the stairs with Shawn and looked over at him. "You okay?"
"No, but I will be."
Mercedes walked over to Sam wrapping her arms around his neck and kissing him softly. "Baby, you and your mother are both stubborn, but you both really love each other. This will pass." She could see he was still upset. "And if you stop frowning, we can sneak up to your old room and roleplay that I was there for your brother but wound up in your bed, and you ruined me for every single man in the world."
Sam smirked, wrapping his arms around her. "How did you end up in the wrong room?"
Mercedes smiled. "It was dark, and I miss calculated the doors."
"Mhm, really now, and what are you doing here so late? My moma always told me girls only sneak in boys' room this late for one thing."
"Well, it was a bet from Santana and Quinn, of course. They bet me I couldn't sneak into your brother's room and come onto him, so I did it to prove them wrong; I just ended up in your room instead." She said matter of factly.
"So about this bet… what all do you need to do to win?" He asked, slipping his hand underneath her skirt.
"I got my shoes on!" Shawn yelled happily, running towards them, wearing his shoes on the wrong feet.
Mercedes moved away from Sam and smiled. "You are such a big boy! Give me a high five!"
Sam adjusted, smiling at his son. "Good job, bud! You did so good!" He said, kneeling down. "You excited about staying with nana and pop pop for a while?"
"Yep," he said, popping his P. "We are racing."
Mercedes looked at Sam and then at Shawn. "Racing what?"
"Karts!" He said proudly, and Mercedes looked at Sam. "He's only three. Didn't you tell your family I wasn't okay with them racing with him?"
Sam furrowed his brows. "I told them and said we weren't ready for him to do that yet... What do you mean by racing?" Sam asked Shawn. "Who said you could do it?"
"We race and crash like boom!" he said, crashing his hands together. "Pop pop and Uncle Jason..uncle Eric…uncle Marcus…Grandpa.." Shawn said, listing the names.
Mercedes let out a hard breath. "What?! Sam, I am not, NOT okay with this!"
"I promise I didn't know about this. I will put a stop to it!" Sam defended.
She shook her head, taking out her phone to call her dad. "All that shit, and they still do something we're not okay with… oh F that, Shawn, you're staying home!"
"Merce, baby, Shawn is only three; maybe we should talk to them before we just condemn them?"
She shot him a look. "Excuse me? He's still a baby, Sam, and we expressed not wanting him to do that!"
Sam turned her towards him. "Baby, it's okay. I agree with you. Let's call them and talk to them together."
She sighed, shaking her head. "I'm so done." She replied, handing him her phone. "You tell them that I said if my child is anywhere near karts, I will flat out castrate them all… personally."
"Hey baby girl, you guys headed down here?" Michael asked when he answered the phone.
"HOW DARE YOU LET-" Mercedes started, stopping when Sam placed his hand over her mouth.
"She's… upset. As am I, because we were very clear about Shawn not racing karts." Sam answered.
Mercedes moved away from Sam. "WE ARE BEYOND UPSET!" She shouted.
"I… who told her?" Michael asked.
"Shawn told us, and now she's not letting him come and stay… which means I don't get any alone time with my wife… so you better believe I'm just as pissed."
"We don't race them with him in the karts; he just watches. He likes when the boys crash into each other." Michael said.
Sam sighed. "Your daughter, my wife, is not okay with him seeing that, and you disrespected her wishes."
"She said she didn't want him near the karts, and he isn't around them." he defended.
"Well, let me clarify, we do not want our son there at all." Sam countered firmly.
"Okay, message received and heard; we will put the karts up. But need I remind you that you were the one dear son-in-law who started the go-kart games with your son? Did you hear that, Merce! It was Sam's idea." Michael smiled through the phone. "See if you have alone time now, Sammy."
Sam let out a long breath, tossing the phone and walking away. "I SWEAR NO ONE WANTS THIS MARRIAGE TO SUCCEED!" He shouted, snatching off his tie. "Go ahead, I'm not going…." He said to Mercedes, who was visibly fuming. "I know, I know you're angry with me, and you won't be giving me any, and I'm a bastard."
Mercedes grabbed his tie and walked towards him. "Boy, put this tie on. No one is angry at you, the way you took my side and stood up to my dad. Sam, I always knew that was your idea; my brothers can't keep a secret. But when I told you to stop, you did. And I love you for that. I love you for putting your foot down when I am too upset to do it."
Sam looked at her. "Yeah? I did good?"
Mercedes stood closer to him, standing on her tippy toes to kiss him. "You did great. Now the sooner we get there, the sooner you can fuck me in your old bedroom." She whispered. "Come on, Shawn, let's grab your duffle."
The ride to their parent's house was a short one, and the moment they parked, Farrah came out with Mary. Mercedes could see Sam physically tense up, and she smiled. "Sam, how about you get Shawn out of the car."
Stepping out, Mercedes looked at Mary and her mom. "Mom, I need to speak with you. Momma Mary, I know that Sam and you are in this weird place, and even though you didn't get the apology you wanted, he apologized and is trying; I am just asking that you meet him halfway. Please."
"Mercedes dear, this is something Sam and I must fix."
Mercedes shook her head. "No. Sam is my husband, and he loves you so much, but he feels like you have no faith in him. He is a man trying to do right by his wife and son; he needs to know you see him, that you trust him with his family."
"Of course I trust him!"
"Then, if you trust him, understand that he doesn't need you to fix his life, just to respect his choices."
Mary looked over to Sam and Shawn, then back at Mercedes. "I never thought I was making him feel like I didn't trust him. I just…he left you, Mercedes."
"No…" Mercedes sighed. "No, he didn't. Leaving me would entail never checking on me, never seeing Shawn. We may not have been on the best terms, but he always came to see Shawn at least five days out of the week, and when he didn't, he video-chatted with us. He always asked how I was doing and whenever he saw me, no matter how pissed we were, he made sure I was off my feet and reminded me that I needed to take care of myself. Not just Shawn and these growing babies. Thanks to you and Papa Dwight, Sam is a wonderful man; let him be that man."
"I didn't know he did that…he stopped talking to all of us," Mary said as Farrah looked behind Mercedes and Mary and saw Sam walking up.
Mercedes shook her head. "It wasn't for you to know; it was for me to know. Sam wasn't trying to fix your relationship. He was trying to save our marriage, and we both were; we just needed to find our way back to each other, and we did. We appreciate you and my parents letting me stay here and helping. It gave Sam the peace of mind that we were safe."
"You were so sad I really felt like I needed to talk some sense into him. I mean, you wouldn't even ask me to talk to him for you." Mary sighed.
"Because I didn't need you too. Sam may have taken a step back, but there was never any doubt in my mind that he wouldn't come back home. I may have been a tad overly emotional, but in my heart of hearts, I knew he would come back. And he did."
Mary shifted. "So… I'm just supposed to accept how he spoke to me?"
Farrah placed a hand on her friend's shoulder. "You need to let it go; he didn't speak harshly to you; if he had, you would've smacked him. Apologize to your son, and please resolve things before Mercedes has those babies."
"You never had any doubt?" Sam asked, and Mercedes turned to see him behind her.
She smiled, moving towards him. "No. I knew you would return to me when you were ready." She took his hand and turned towards Mary. Sam looked at his mom.
"Sam…I am really proud of the man you've become. I didn't know you were still around; I didn't know because it wasn't my place to know, and I get that. I just needed you to need me, Sam. You've always needed me, and now you don't." Mary said with tears in her eyes. "Unlike your siblings, you were always independent, and when you married Mercedes, you leaned on us. Leaned on me. You moved closer to home and let me be that helping hand, and I wasn't ready to let that go."
Sam smiled, moving closer to his mom. "Mom, I am always going to need you. Mercedes and I are going to be outnumbered once the twins get here. And Mercedes and I want you to be here to help us. But when it comes to our marriage, that is something Mercedes and I need to work out on our own. You need to respect that, mom."
Mary nodded. "I can do that."
Sam handed Shawn to Farrah and then leaned into her and hugged her tightly. "I love you, mom."
"I love you too, Sammy."
Mercedes snigged, wiping her tears as Farrah leaned into her. "I am proud of you too, Mercedes."
"Thanks, Momma."