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SAM POV...

A baby. I'm going to be a father. It's been two weeks since Mercedes was here in California to tell me she's pregnant and I still can't believe it. It's one of those things that you forget about for a moment as you went throughout your day and then suddenly the thought pops into your head and it makes you feel happy and smile out of nowhere and everyone around you wonders why you're in such a good mood. That's how it's been these past two weeks at work.

I haven't told anyone the news yet mostly because I want to keep it to myself for now. My secret happiness. Just between Mercedes and I. Jane is the only other person that knows. Of course, I'm going to tell Quinn and my mom soon... It seems surreal that Mercedes is pregnant and sometimes I wonder if I imagined her telling me that. I think it's because we're apart for now. It was already hard to live in a different state from her before and it's even harder now. All I want is to be with her to care for her and give her anything she needs.

Jane will be leaving to New York during the second week of June which is two weeks away. I don't want to leave Mercedes alone. I wouldn't. So I told her I'm going to go stay with her until we both of us can come back to California-after she decides what she wants to do with her house.

"Sam, that's not really necessary." She told me over the phone when I told her I was going to go stay with her.

"Of course it is." I insisted. "I want to be with you."

"What about the clinic?"

"I will leave Penny in charge for now."

She got quiet on the other line at the mention of Penny. I know Mercedes isn't jumping with joy at the fact that I worked with Penny-I should have known sooner. I understand. I really do and I want nothing more than make Mercedes happy...the thing is that I need Penny right now. She is the only one who knows the clinic as good as me. When I told her that I was going to Arizona to spend time with Mercedes, Penny didn't object in staying in charge of the clinic. And for a moment, I thought that maybe Mercedes and I were wrong.

Maybe Penny didn't have any feelings for me and it was all okay. And then I said, "Mercedes is pregnant and I want to spend as much time with her as I can,"

My smile faded when I saw Penny's reaction. She was trying to hide it but I knew her too well. She was hurt. I immediately regretted saying anything at all. I wasn't thinking about what I was saying. I was too excited.

"Wow," Penny finally said then cleared her throat. "A baby. That's-great! Exciting. I know you've always wanteda family, Sam, congrats."

"Thank you," I said quietly. "Yes, it's very exciting."

She nodded slowly, as if she was trying to assimilate the news. "Well, I better go," She said after a moment grabbing her purse. "Have a good trip. Don't worry about the clinic. I'll take good care of it."

I decided not to tell her that I wouldn't leave for another week. I had things to do and could use the time off work anyway.

"Thank you," I said but she was already walking out the door.

That's when I realized Mercedes is right. I can't keep working with Penny for the good of both of us. She needs to move on too. I'm going to have to let her go. I know it's selfish but it has to wait until after Mercedes and I came back. If I let Penny go right now, I won't be able to go to Mercedes and I need to be there with her.

Penny is the only one who can look after the clinic for an undetermined amount of time. I don't know how long we'll be in Arizona for. Meanwhile, the deal for the house I bought for Mercedes closed two weeks ago and I used the week before I leave for Arizona to get as much furniture inside the house as I can. It's mostly just the living and dining room furniture along with our room. Mercedes helped choose it through pictures I sent to her. We'll take care of the baby's room together once we moved in.

Every time I pass the room next to ours, it's a reminder that it will soon be occupied by a baby. Everything is coming together quite nicely. Though the hard part is coming and that is telling my mother I'm moving out for good. I also haven't told tell her she's going to be a grandma. Yet. Mostly because I've been trying to find the right way to confront her about how she's treated Mercedes. One evening, as I get home, I find her in the dining room table going over something in her iPad.

"Hi, sweetie," She says glancing up briefly before looking at her iPad again. "How was your day?"

"Good," I say looking down the hall. "Is Quinn home?"

"No, she's out."

"Good," I say then pull out a chair and sit in front of her. "I was hoping we could talk."

"Of course," She says distractedly. "What about?"

"Mercedes."

She freezes at the sound of her name then she sets the iPad aside and finally looks at me. "Why? What did she tell you?"

I frown."Why do you always express yourself like that whenever we talk about her?" I ask her, loosening my tie.

"Express myself how?" She asks looking all innocent like she has no idea what I'm talking about.

"With dislike. In bad taste," I say. "Why did you treat her the way you did?"

"Mercedes has always exaggerated everything," She says almost rolling her eyes.

I narrow my eyes at her "Mom, I think you like to forget that Mercedes is my wife. She's not going anywhere. You need to accept that."

Her Green eyes meet mine. "How do you know she's not going to leave you again? You took her back so easily, she can very well do it again."

"Mercedes left because I was failing her as a husband-" I pause and look at her. "And because you mistreated her."

"I didn't"

"Mom, please don't lie to me."

I love my mom. What kind of son would I be if I didn't? But it's time for me to be a man and stand up for Mercedes, Stand up for our marriage, For our child and any other future children down the road. I think that the years I spent in school and then at work made me miss a lot of the reality that was going on at home.

when Mercedes and I were newlyweds. I've finally began to accept that my mother isn't the woman I thought she was. The doubt planted itself when Mercedes told me about it. I guess I didn't want to believe that my own mother would be capable of mistreating a person on purpose. My own mother mistreated my wife without me noticing. I was so consumed in my career that I didn't see what was going on at home. Maybe Mercedes would've never ran away if I would've been paying attention.

It's too late for that. I can't do anything about the past except learn from it. Now, as I look into my mother's eyes, I know. I know everything Aaron and Rebecca said is true. It makes me angry but most of all, it makes me feel sad. I shake my head in disbelief.

"I don't get it, mom. Why?"

"She never deserved yoủ."

"Because she isn't who you chose for me?" I ask then I take a deep breath full of disillusionment. "I've always tried to please you. I've always done everything you've asked to make you happy but going as far as letting you choose a wife for me? No. Even you have to realize how unfair that would have been."

"I just wanted what was best for you. I always will and that woman" She stops. "I would have spared you the pain she caused you when she left if you would've listened to me and not marry her."

"Jesus, mom. I don't need you to spare me anything." I stand up, suddenly needing to move to keep myself from yelling at her. I place my hands on the chair and lean in so she looks at me. "I'm an adult. A grown man. I am capable of making my own decisions. I don't regret marrying Mercedes, I never will., If anything, I'm glad she ran away because now I know the truth about your intentions towards her. If I could choose all over again, I would still marry her. I love her. She is the love of my life. I don't know how to make you understand that."

"I don't think I ever will," She says, her voice is full of arrogance and determination.

I can't believe it. She's disappointing me with every word she's saying. How did I not see this before? I want to go crazy just thinking about all the things she did to Mercedes and all the other things I don't know about. It pains me to think about how Mercedes suffered under our own roof and I was too blind to see it. She suffered to much-it drove her to run away without a trace. My mom is wrong. I'm the one who doesn't deserve Mercedes.

I reach for my jacket and grip it. "Mercedes is pregnant." I tell her. I watch as she opens het mouth in complete shock. Or maybe she's just angry at the news. I don't know anymore. "Not that you deserve to know." I continue. "But there you go. You know now. So every time you miss an important day in my child's life, you'll remember that it's because of your own hate towards Mercedes. I won't let you mistreat her anymore and even less, mistreat my child. I'm leaving, mom. I hope you can find some type of happiness with your hateful heart."

Her eyes fill up with tears as I say this but I find it easy to wallk away to my room. I take out my suitcases and begin to put all my clothes and what's left of my things. I already took Mercedes's clothes and other things to the house over the week so there isn't much left. It takes me less than thirty minutes to get everything I need.

"Samuel." My mom calls after me as I walk down the hal, to the front door. "Samuel, please don't do this. Please don't leave." She cries.

I stop at the front door and turn to look at her. I want to tell her so many things but I know I'm just going to hurt her more. She's already crying hysterically on her knees. "Goodbye, mom," I say instead before walking out. The door shuts behind me, also shutting my mother from my life.

Back to Mercedes...

I stare down at the toilet and wait. Nothing is coming. This has been happening way too often now and I'm tired. Ill feel like throwing up and I'll run to the toilet and then the feeling will just linger. I hate throwing up so when I have to do it, I just want to get it over with. Unfortunately, pregnancy doesn't give a damn about what I want.

I sit on the floor, somehow knowing that if I go back to bed, Ill just need to come right back. The toilet and I have developed a relationship during these last few weeks. I see the toilet more than I see Jane. I don't have morning sickness. I have night sickness and it always starts at around ten and went through the night.

When I Googled morning sickness I found out that it can happen at any time during the day. It doesn't make sense why they don't just call it pregnancy sickness but whatever. I haven't been feeling well enough to go to work. I tried at first and it was fine for the first few weeks when I came back from California and then something changed. One night, nausea kept me from sleeping and that was the first night of many that I spent on the floor next to the toilet.

I'm really hoping this isn't a view into my future for the rest of this pregnancy. I'm tired. I look tired. I just want to sleep through the night. I have my first doctor's appointment on Friday and I'm hoping for reassurance. Sometimes I wish I had a friend to talk to about this. Someone that knows what I'm going through. I've never missed my mother more than these last few weeks.

She would probably tell me it's normal. She would stay up with me. She would hold me and kiss the top of my head to make me feel better. I don't even realize I'm crying until I taste the salty tear on my lip. I'm a mess. The sound of my phone vibrating on the nightstand makes me scramble up to my feet with a groan. It's late. Probably around four in the morning. Jane is sleeping in the next room. Who could it be?

My eyes widen when I look at the caller ID. I feel my heart beating hard against my chest.

"Sam? Are you alright?" I answer, pressing the phone hard against my ear.

"Mercedes," He says. "Yes, I'm okay. Sorry. Did I wake you?"

I feel relief go through my body. He's okay yet he doesn't sound okay. I know something is wrong with him by the sound of his voice. I sit on the bed slowly and faced the TV. Pirates of the Caribbean is on, though I have it on mute becauseI don't want to wake Jane.

"No, you didn't"

It's his turn to sound concerned. "Why? Are you alright?"

I half smile. "Yes...and no. I can't sleep. I've been up vomiting...or at least trying to."

"Oh. Sorry. I wish I could do something to help."

"It's okay. I know it's part of growing a baby." I smile weakly. "I wish you were here though."

"Well, that's actually why I was calling you. I'm at the airport about to board a plane to Arizona."

I frown."Really? I though you weren't coming until tomorow."

A few weeks ago, Sam told me his plans about coming to stay with me until we were both able to return to California together. At first, I didnt know if it was a good idea just because of his clinic. He's never left it for a long period of time but Sam insisted so I just went with it. Now, I'm so glad he's coming to me. I miss him teribly. I know it was only going to get worse when Jane leaves for New York next week, so I'm happy Sam is coming. Besides, I haven't been able to hire an agent to rent the house yet because I've been too sick to do anything lately.

Sam will be to help me with that so we can leave sooner. But he wasn't supposed to come until tomorrow, so he could be here for the first doctor's appointment. I know he had already purchased the plane ticket for tomorrow which means he had bought another one for today which confirms that something is up with him.

"I changed my mind. I miss you and I want to be with you."

My chest flutters at his words but I frown. "Sam, is everything okay?" There is a moment of silence on his end which only makes me more nervous. "Are you hurt? Are you okay?" I press, imagining the worst. Though if he was hurt, it didn't make sense for him to come to me. It's not like I can heal him.

"I'm okay," He finally said. "Perfectly fine in one piece, don't worry. I just--" He sighs. "I had an argument with my mother and" He pauses."I just didn't want to be alone."

He sounds so vulnerable, my heart aches for him. And then the nausea begins to creep up on me again. I swallow but I already know it's not going to help.

"Oh. Okay. Well, I can't wait to see you. You'll be here in an hour then?"

"Yes, around six."

I let myself be comforted by the thought of seeing him in less than 2 hours as I stand up to go back to the bathroom.

"Okay. Call me when you get here..." I frown. "Or Jane if I don't answer."

"Okay. I will. Try to get some sleep, please."

I look down at the toilet with heavy eyes. "Sure, I'll try."

"Mercedes?"

I close my eyes, trying fight the nausea. "Yes?"

"Nothing. I just can't wait to see you."

I actually smile. "Can't wait to see you either. Now hurry to me."

"Always.

A minute later, after hanging up, I'm hurling above the toilet. I actually vomit a clear-yellowish liquid and I know, from reading online articles, that it's because I have an empty stomach. I promise myself to eat after I get some sleep since I don't have the energy to do anything else. I also make a mental note to stop Googling everything. How ironic. My husband is a doctor for God's sake. I need to get a grip.

Moments later, I do feel a bit better. At least good enough to go back to bed and close my eyes. I keep my phone close, trying to stay awake for when Sam calls but I fail miserably and fall asleep. I don't remember him calling so I think it's just a dream when I feel his warm body behind me as he puts his arm around my waist and pulls me closer to him. I don't open my eyes, afraid he might disappear if I do. I just snuggle closer to his body and imagine that he's home, here in mny room.

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When I walke up, there is sunlight coming in through the curtains. Feeling a bit groggy, I get out of bed and walk to the bathroom. It's when I'm brushing my teeth that I remember Sam is supposed to be here.

"Mercedes?"

I frown as I dry my face with a towel then walk out of the bathroom. Standing by the doorway is Sam. He's wearing a black suit with a white undershirt. His tie is loose around his collar.

"You're here," I say, a smile forming on my lips.

He crosses the room and puts his arms around me. He picks me up so my feet are dangling in the air. "Hey, how are you?" He asks as he nuzzles his face in the crook of my neck.

"Hmm," I say happily as I breathe him in. I've missed him so much. I'm so happy that he's here, I want to cry. "Better now that you're here.

He puts me down on the ground and touches my cheek. "What's wrong?" He asks and I realize he was cleaning a tear.

I sniff. "Oh please ignore me. I cry for everything these days," I say with a laugh.

"Im not going to ignore you," He says softly as he sits on the edge of the bed. "Come here." He reaches for my hand and pulls me gently. I walk over to him and sit on his lap. He places his left hand on my knee and looks at me.

I smile at him. "Im fine. I just cry over everything. You'll see."

He frowns. "But you're not in any pain, right?"

"No." I smile. He's so sweet. "I'm just emotional. Just hormones."

He reaches out and places his palm on my stomach. "How's little Sammy?"

I laugh."The baby's good."

Sam looks at me and his green eyes scan my face. "How do you feel? What symptoms have you been experiencing?"

I smile because he's such a doctor. "Just nausea and vomiting. I haven't been able to sleep through the night. I must look horrible," I say touching my face, just barely realizing this fact.

"You look wonderful," He says giving me a reassuring smile.

I look at him. "When did you get here?"

"A few hours ago. You were asleep so I laid next to you on the bed. I was scared to wake you but you didn't." He smiles, proud of himself.

"I thought I was dreaming," I say with a smile then, carefully, I ask, "How are things in California?"

"Good," He says with a nod. "Most of the furniture is in the house now. Everything is taken care of. All it needs is you."

I smile then place my hand on his cheek. I feel the tiny spikes of his five o'clock shadow underneath my hand. "What happened with your mother?"

He looks away. "Nothing." He takes a deep breath then raises his eyebrows. "Everything."

I kiss his cheek but don't say anything. He looks conflicted. I don't want to make him talk about it if he doesn't want to right now. I wonder what Mary said to him that affected him so much. He looks so sad now that I brought her up. It makes me regret asking.

"I'm sorry for not believing you completely when vou told me about what you experienced when gou lived with my mother," He finally says, looking into my eyes. "I'm so sorry, Mercedes. Please forgive me."

I press mny lips against his. "It's forgiven." I assure him, running my thumb across his lower lip. God. I'm so in love with this man,

"My mother-she disappointed me. The image I had of who I thought she was is broken." He turns to look at me. "I left the house. For good."

Three years ago, maybe that would have been music to my ears but I know that Sam is hurting and I hate that. Why would Mary want to hurt her own son? It's so despicable. I put my arms around Sam's neck and hug him tightly. "I'm so sorry, Sam. I wished things were different."

"I know" He savs softly "Me too."

I pull away to look at him,"For the record, I'm really happy you're here.

He smiles then kisses me. "I'm happy to be here too. We don't ever have to be in different states again."

"I really like that."

He touches my cheek with the back of his hand. "You need to eat."

I nod slowly. "I know. I'm going to shower first, though."

"Alright. I'll go cook something up."

I raise my eyebrows. "You?"

He chuckles. "I was actually helping Jane cook breakfast, believe it or not."

"Wow." I tease him, making him laugh. "I'm going to go shower then." I stand up and turn around.

"Mercedes."

I turn to look at Sam who's looking at me, a smile playing on his lips.

"I love you," He says then shrugs with a smile. "For the record."

I laugh then shake my head with a smile. Just when I thought it was impossible to love him more, he proves me wrong. The best part is that it's not just words anymore. Sam is showing me how much he cares and loves me through his actions and thinking about that, makes me want to cry. Again.

He stands up and chuckles. "Come on, don't cry."

We both laugh as he hugs me while as I cry. I really am a mess. I look up at Sam, through teary eyes and say, "I told you I cry for everything." And he smiles at me like I'm the most precious thing in the world.

Mary, Mary, Mary Um Um umm smh. So that's this chapter Sam is so disappointed in his mother.

Please excuse any grammar errors that may occur.