I won't even say enjoy.
After their lovely day date Mercedes and Sam made it back to Texas where she performed in Dallas, and then afterward they were back on the tour bus. Mercedes was in the bathroom doing her night routine while Sam was in the bedroom scrolling through his laptop. He was replying to emails when his phone rang and because of the ringtone, he could tell it was his manager, Cliff.
"Speak to me nicely, Cliff," Sam answered.
"Hey, how are you and Cedes doing?"
"Great, but I know you wouldn't be calling me to see how I am doing, so what's up, I got some new gig or something?"
"Um, no they need you to come in early for filming, they are demanding that you come back to LA in the next three days," Cliff answered.
"No, they can fire me if they want but I had this time proofed and accepted the minute I found out Mercedes was going on tour and I am not leaving,"
"Sam as easy as that sounds, and I wish it was it isn't going to work that way. You are under contract, and in the event that you break it, they are able to sue you for everything you have. Look I know you don't want to go but for the sake of your career please be in LA in the next three days." Cliff begged. Sam sighed and hung up the phone throwing it on the counter.
"Goddamn it," He huffed out. Mercedes came into the room and got in the bed with him.
"What's wrong?" Mercedes asked.
"They need me back in LA within three more days to resume filming," Sam answered.
"But I thought you guys requested time off and it was already approved so you could be with me until I left for Europe?" Mercedes pointed out.
"I did but apparently I can get sued if don't go. I am sorry baby I really don't want to leave you out here by yourself."
"Hey, you have a job to do, it is fine. Yes, I am going to miss you but remember we are going to get through this together," Mercedes assured him as she gripped his hand and gave him a chaste kiss.
"Together," Sam repeated.
THREE DAYS LATER
Sam had made it back to LA two days ago, and ever since he had been blowing up Mercedes's phone non-stop because if it was up to him he would be with his wife supporting her on her tour, because he knew Mercedes would be working herself to the brim trying to crank out the perfect show for each city each night, and she would neglect herself. However, Mercedes had assured him that she was doing her daily Sunday routine for self-care and that she was going to answer his phone calls every single minute she got. Sam and Mercedes were in a great space right now and he didn't want the physical distance between the two to throw the two off course. However, he had a job to do and he needed to do it.
He was sitting out in the lounge area going over his lines with his friend Frank who played his character's best friend. Frank was the rowdier of the two is that he was the youngest on the whole set and he made sure to remind everyone either verbally or by his actions.
"I can't believe those old-heads who we work with, decided to make you come off tour with that sexy wife of yours to come to do this show," Frank huffed.
Sam chuckled, "You sound more upset than me,"
"Well, somebody has to voice your opinions Sam, and. Oh my God Melanie 3 o'clock," Frank sighed as the perky woman came over to them. It was no secret that Melanie and Frank could not stand each other, and it had everything to do with Melanie not respecting her boundaries when it came to the male coworkers, especially Sam. It was nauseating especially since Frank was super close to Mercedes and Sam and considered them his personal parents even if he was younger by only three years.
"Hi, Sam, and Frank," Melanie spoke to the two men.
"Jezzabel," Frank replied.
"Anyways, Sam I just wanted to ask you how is Mercedes, I heard about the whole Brody situation, quite the scare." She mocked caring.
"My wife is fine Melanie, is there anything else I can help you with?" Sam spoke.
"Well, some of the cast and crew decided to go out tonight for drinks to celebrate the new season, I was wondering if you and Lucifer over here would like to come?"
"I'll stay for a drink or two but I won't be out there all night," Sam replied.
"Same for me, I am afraid that if stay with you for long periods of time, and look in those eyes I'll turn into stone," Frank added.
"Go to hell Frank," Melanie hissed.
"Right there with you Melly-Mell." Frank yelled back as she stalked off.
"Why in the hell would you agree to have drinks with Satan's firstborn?" Frank questioned.
"Because it isn't with her, it is with everyone, and besides I need to relax, I have been on edge since I got here like something bad is going to happen," Sam replied.
THE NEXT MORNING
When Sam finally woke up he felt a massive headache and was sick to his stomach he was confused because he had only two drinks last night, and he knew his limits. He was lucky that Frank had offered to take him straight home, and get him in bed safely. He head to the bathroom and puked out his guts and took a nice shower before getting ready for his day. He knew something was off but he had nothing to base it on, so he assumed it was unnecessary paranoia. So he decided to get ready for work, deciding to text Mercedes when he got on set.
MERCEDES
Mercedes had landed herself in the hospital. After her show last night she had horrible sickness, throwing up all night, so she decided to head to the doctor. They put on her a bunch of fluids due to her low nutrition levels and had a bunch of tests done on her.
She was sitting in bed contemplating whether or not to call Sam but decided to wait in order to wait for the doctor to give her all the information.
"Well, Mrs. Evans after a couple of tests we realized that it wasn't just low nutrition, you are in fact pregnant," The doctor announced.
Mercedes's face stayed still, "Oh."
"I'm taking that this wasn't planned,"
"Not that it wasn't planned but I have suffered a miscarriage, and I am on tour, and my husband is back working, so I am a little bit on the afraid side." She replied.
"Well, don't worry, this is an early pregnancy at least 3-4 weeks to be exact, and that gives you plenty of time to figure out the next steps. However, due to the previous loss, I must inform you that this one will be difficult to carry long-term and that you must stay stressed free ok." The doctor explained.
"Ok, thanks doc." Mercedes replied. Fifteen minutes later she was in the car driving to the venue wondering how in the hell she was going to surprise Sam. Due to their last pregnancy, she was on edge and didn't know if she wanted to tell him until much later but she knew she would have to tell him sometime next month so that is what she was going to set out to do.
THREE WEEKS LATER
Sam was sitting in his bedroom scrolling through channels after a long day of work when his phone started buzzing with a phone call from Frank.
"What's up," He answered.
"Sam please tell me that bitch is lying," Frank said sounding exasperated.
"Huh, Frank what are you talking about?" Sam replied thinking this was one of his pranks.
"Melanie has revealed on a live televised interview that is pregnant with your baby," Frank revealed.
"WHAT THE FUCK!" Sam shouted.
"She says that it was three weeks ago when the cast went out for drinks and you and she were drunk and she was going to terminate the pregnancy but she knows how much you want a child so she is going to keep it," Frank explained.
"Did she mention the fact that I was married?"
"According to her, and her representatives she is hopeful that Mercedes will recognize this as a simple mistake and will step aside so you can be a great father," Frank.
"Frank I thought you took me home that night?"
"I got you home and in the house safely, everything after that was simply on you. SAM SHE HAS TO BE LYING YOU DIDN'T SLEEP WITH HER!"
"I don't know, fuck I gotta call Mercedes."
It's happening again. The stomach cramping, and the blood. Mercedes had tried everything to keep calm during her tour, and she was doing a pretty damn good job until she got the information that Melanie was pregnant with Sam's baby. She had become a shell of herself, all she did was cry and stressed herself out, and now she was losing her baby. It was deja vu.
Her driver took her to the nearest doctor where they confirmed that she did in fact lose the baby and that now from this time forward if she did try again that would only be more dangerous and put her at a high-risk pregnancy, however, after this Mercedes was sure that she wouldn't have kids. Then she headed back to her venue in her private dressing room. She scrolled through the numerous messages, and social media notifications on her phone and saw so many messages that were in favor of her divorcing Sam. Speaking of him he had called but she didn't answer, she didn't want to.
"Ms. Jones, it's showtime," A stagehand spoke. Mercedes let out a deep sigh and headed to the stage. The band started to play and she became a robot. She performed, but if you really knew Mercedes you could tell she wanted to be anywhere but on the stage performing in front of thousands of people who were pitying her. She got through her performance and rushed off stage, and headed ton the dressing room grabbing hr stuff before heading out to the car, where numerous paparazzi were there to get their information from her, but she just stayed quiet. Once she was in the car she grabbed her phone and sent Sam text.
I want a divorce.