Hell everyone! I'm back with another update! Yay! Ok so this chapter is a direct pick up from the last one so there is no starting flashback but i did add one. dont worry, they'll be back for the next chapter but i felt like changing it up for this one. also it isnt as long as i thought it was. or how long i would like. but i promise the next chapter is long.

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"Cedes'? What does it say?" Sam asked her but she never looked up from her pregnancy test. Sam's heart began to race in his chest wondering what the results could be. He was tempted to go to her and snatch the test from her hands.

Taking a deep breath she said, "I'm not sure…" Sam turned his head and gave his wife an odd look. What the hell do you mean not sure? What kind of answer is that? Either she is or she isn't!

"Honey, you're confusing me, either it's positive or negative."

"Sam… it's positive and negative…" Mercedes walked over to Sam and handed him both tests. Confusion flashed over Sam's face as he stared at both test. She was right; there was a pregnant and not pregnant symbol.

"Is this possible? Like…Can this be real? Do you want to take another one? Because we totally can, I bought like 7, we still got 5 more. Let me get you a glass of water and we'll-"

"Sam…" Mercedes voice trailed off as she walked back to the bed and sat down. She had about a million different emotions running through her. She was hopeful yet frightened, amazed but also angry. The test had one job. ONE. And it failed her miserably. How was she supposed to cope knowing that her life basically hung in the balance? What would Sam say if he knew she wasn't totally ok with having another baby? She hoped that he would understand where she would be coming from.

Sam walked over to where she was sitting and kneeled down in front of her. He took her small, soft hands in his and looked into her deep, doe like brown eyes. Mercedes bottom lip trembled as she tried to control her emotions but against her will, a lone tear streamed down her cheek.

"Baby…" He whispered, "It's going to be ok. You know those test aren't one hundred percent accurate. Just make a doctor's appointment and then we'll know. It's going to be ok. No need to be upset about this."

"It's not that…"

Furrowing his eyebrows, he asked her, "What is it then?"

This is it Mercedes, tell him. Taking a deep breath, she said, "What if something goes wrong again? I don't know if I want another baby, at least not right now. I just can't bear the thought of losing another child. Living without Annabelle is a nightmare. We've gone through so much in our lives and I don't know if my heart can take anything else. Other than meeting and marrying you, having Annabelle is the single most amazing moment of my life. When I first found out I was pregnant I didn't know what to think, here I am 19 years old and pregnant on my first try, and for a long time I doubted that I could be half the mother my mom was to me. I questioned myself every day, but as time passed by and she grew more and more in my womb, my negative thoughts disappeared. Annabelle is the greatest thing to ever grace my life, as she is yours and when they took her I felt like a part of me died and that part will never come back. Ever. I cannot have another child and go through what happened. I can't Sam. Please understand that if I am not pregnant then it isn't the end of the world. Right now, I can't focus on that. I don't want to have another child and be one of those mothers that needs to hover over their child all the time, I wasn't like that with Annabelle and I'm not going to be like that now. We promised when we first got pregnant that we would let Annabelle be free and to do whatever she wants that we would not restrict her from anything and I intend to keep that promise. "

Sam abruptly let go of her hands and stood up, giving Mercedes an angry look, he stormed out of the bedroom. Mercedes got up and ran after him, finding him pacing around the hallway.

"Sam! Talk to me!"

"Mercedes what the hell you just said makes no sense. Do you hear yourself? Didn't we talk about this with Dr. Ferguson? Didn't we talk and promise that we wouldn't go back? That nothing will break us? That we move the fuck forward because we couldn't continue to let what happened damage us anymore than it has? What the fuck was that in there?"

"Sam you can't be upset at me for thinking this! I'm scared! Annabelle is my baby! OUR BABY! And she was taken from us! Ripped right out of our lives without so much as a second thought. You cannot be upset at me because I don't want the same thing to happen!"

"Are you listening to yourself? What are the odd that what happened will happen again? Mercedes you are regressing and I won't live like that again. No. I'm not standing for it. For nearly 8 month we were hanging by the thinnest thread and now that we've finally gotten some balance you regress. No. it's not going to happen." Sam seethed with anger as he took in his wife. He knew he had clearly overreacted but he just couldn't live the way they had been. He was actually happy to be home. He didn't have to walk around eggshells anymore, they were finally on track to getting better and then this had to happen. Sam wondered why they couldn't just have a normal life. They were good people, went to church every Sunday, paid their taxes on time and yet everything they loved had to be shitted on.

Mercedes held back a sob as she stared at her husband as he continued to breathe hard. She didn't mean to upset him, she wanted a baby but she just wasn't ready and she knew that he would be a little upset but never at this level.

"Sammy… please don't be upset at me. I'm just not ready yet. With everything that has happened to us I don't want to risk it. Please just give me some time." Mercedes walked over to where he was and lifted her hand to touch his face but he moved away from her, breaking her heart just a little bit more.

"I don't know if I can, I want a baby. This is the sign that we needed. This is a chance to do it right, to fix whatever problems we had the first time. We were so young when Annabelle was born and so inexperienced but now, now we know what to do and how to do it. Baby… this is it, our opportunity, let's take it."

"Sam please… I never said I didn't want a baby… just not now… and we aren't even sure if I am in fact pregnant. I still have to call my doctor."

"Ok then let me ask you a question, if you turn out to be pregnant, you're planning to keep it right? You wouldn't do something like get rid of it? Like in the show you made me watch, Soul food? You wouldn't do that to me? To us right?" Sam's heartbeat raced as he waited for Mercedes to give her answer. Mercedes made him watch the episode with her one night and he remembered being upset that the woman had an abortion against her husband's advice. He remember telling Mercedes that bird woman in the show was wrong for doing that without even thinking about it.

Mercedes didn't know what to say, how could he ask her something like that? Of course she wouldn't kill their baby. That was never an option for her. Mercedes opened her mouth to speak but nothing came out. 'Speak! Tell him no! SPEAK MERCEDES!' her mind screamed at her but yet again nothing came out.

Sam's face fell as his realization set in, he couldn't believe that she was thinking of getting rid of their baby. Even with everything that had happened, Sam never thought they would be having this conversation. Fire danced in his eyes and he turned and walked down the stairs with Mercedes close on his heels.

"Sam, wait! Please! Please don't be upset with me! I'm just not ready! I don't understand why you're so mad! This is pointless! SAM! Don't ignore me!" Mercedes yelled as Sam walked to into the kitchen.

"Sam this is bullshit! You have no reason to be mad at me!"

"I have no reason to be mad? Are you kidding me? You just said that you would kill our baby! How the fuck do you expect me to react?"

"I never said anything like that!"

"Ok, you may not have said it but you never said no and that is good enough answer."

"Sam, please… I would never do that. Ever. I can't believe that you would actually think that. I love you and I love Annabelle and if I'll love any other baby that comes into this home. Don't ever question me, Sam." Mercedes walked into the kitchen and wrapped her arms around her husband who instantly hugged her back.

Kissing her hair, Sam took a deep breath and said, "I'm sorry Cedes', I didn't mean to get this upset but I just really want a baby and I know you want it too, so hearing you say this just boggles my mind. We've been looking for a sign babe and this might be it."

"Sam… I'm not ready… just give me some time… please."

"Mercy, you aren't making sense. What if you are pregnant? Would you still want me to give you time?"

"I'm talking about if I'm not. I'm just not ready yet."

"Do you think you will ever be ready?" Sam asked with hope in his voice.

"Yeah I think I will."


Mercedes walked down the hallway towards her locker when she saw him again. Sam Evans. She couldn't deny that she felt some sort of pull to him. It didn't hurt that he was absolutely gorgeous with his blond hair and those giant, kissable lips and she was most certainly sure that he had a great body.

"Hey Mercy!" Mercedes turned around when she heard her best friend Kurt Hummel calling her name. Kurt and Mercedes had been friends their entire lives. From diapers to braces and first dates, they've been through it all, together.

"Hey, Kurtsy! What's up?"

Kurt ran to Mercedes side and hooked arms with her, giving her outfit its usual once over.

"Love the ensemble, Mercedes. I take it you burned that multi-colored hoodie I despise." Kurt said with hope in his voice, but all Mercedes did was shake her head and laugh.

"No Kurt, it's still in my closet. Today just felt like a mellow day for me."

"Mercedes dear, I already told you… if you continue to wear it I will be forced to continue to call you a Technicolor zebra."

Mercedes and Kurt continued to walk down the hallway towards the cafeteria where all their friends were when she saw him again. Sam Evans. Standing by his locker looking so good. Who was this stranger that had captured her heart in one day? Where did he come from? And why couldn't she stop thinking about him? His smile, his eyes, his dorky but sweet demeanor. She was so enamored by him that she didn't even see the wall right in front of her until she crashed right into it.

"Oh my god, Mercedes! Are you alright?" Kurt yelled as she tried to help her off the ground. Sam's ears perked up when he heard her name and when he saw that she was on the floor, he dropped all his books and raced to her side.

"Are you alright? Did you hit yourself hard? Where does it hurt? Do you need me to call the nurse? How many fingers am I holding up?" Sam asked all in one breath. Kurt didn't know who this handsome stranger was that was so caught up with his bestie but his interest was piqued.

"I'm fine…"

Concerned, Kurt asked, "Are you sure? You hit that wall pretty hard. What were you even thinking about?"

Embarrassment flashed in Mercedes eyes as she looked at Sam and bit her bottom lip. She obviously didn't need to say it because both Kurt and Sam saw it. Finally getting her bearings, Mercedes tried to sit up but immediately felt dizzy and decided to lie back down. Maybe it was time she stopped kidding herself and admit she may have been a little more hurt than she led on.

"Mercedes, I think you need to go to the nurse, here let me take you." Sam said while grabbing her hand and helping her up. Instantly feeling a spark, Mercedes gasped as her small hand was engulfed by his large one. She looked into his sage green eyes and saw it; the invisible tether pulling her in. this was it. She had found the one.


Two days later

Mercedes sat on the cold flat hospital bed in those cheap paper hospital gowns, swinging her legs back and forth as Sam sat in the chair opposite her, biting his nails. Nothing much had changed since their fight and it once again felt like Mercedes was living with a stranger. Sam ranted and raved about her regressing but he was doing just the same. He wanted a baby so bad he didn't see how unhappy she was becoming. It wasn't that she didn't want a baby, but with everything that had happened to them, Mercedes deduced in her mind that it just wasn't the time for them. After the fight, Mercedes called her mother and in turn Sheila called Sam's mom, Mary, and they had a three-way conversation regarding her life and her choice to not want a baby so soon. Both mothers expressed that Mercedes had been right about her doubts; they also talked about the fact that maybe Sam wanted a baby so bad because he needed something to fill the void of Annabelle not being in their didn't want to believe it but they might have been right, Sam had been so distraught when Annabelle went missing that he would try and do anything to fill the hole. Mercedes knew that whenever Sam bit his nails, he was nervous as hell. When he was younger, his mother made him put his hands in crushed hot peppers and then made him lick the sauce off his fingers as punishment. He tried to be discreet about it but Mercedes always caught him doing it whenever something big was happening to them. The day Mercedes went into labor, he bit his thumb nail almost down to the nub.

Sam and Mercedes turned their eyes to the door when it creaked open and Mercedes obstetrician, Dr. Karen Walker, walked in with a smile on her face. Dr. Walker was a short, middle aged woman with porcelain like skin and a friendly smile that followed her friendly personality.

"How is everyone today?" She asked while walking to her desk and setting down her clipboard.

"We're ok." Sam answered while shooting Mercedes a small, lopsided smile.

"Well, I have some news." Dr. Walker could barely contain her excitement. "In 8 months, you are going to have another beautiful bouncing baby!"

Sam's face beamed with happiness and he jumped up and fist pumped the air. This was the best news he received in a long time, and he couldn't be happier. Sam ran over and hugged the life out of the doctor, eliciting a loud laugh. Mercedes couldn't help but smile at her husband enthusiasm.

"This is so great, Doc! Baby! Isn't this great?!" Sam ran over and planted a giant kiss on his wife's lips, nearly knocking her into the bed. He grabbed the side of her face and planted little kisses all over it, making Mercedes giggle. Sam pressed his forehead against hers and looked deep in her doe like brown eyes.

Whispering he said, "I love you so much, Mercedes, more than you could possibly ever know. Thank you again for giving me this miracle. Annabelle was a blessing but this baby… it's our miracle baby. It's what we need; it's what we deserve after everything. Please erase all the doubt in your mind because nothing bad could ever happen again. We are going to do this right; we are going to give this baby all the love in the world. Imagine another little baby with my eyes and our blended skin and your nose and my lips and your personality. Imagine how beautiful that baby will be; imagine how much our lives will improve because of this. We need this Mercedes; this is our message from god. I love you so much."

Mercedes smiled big and whispered, "I love you too Sam." Their lips met in the middle in a sweet, slow kiss. Mercedes wrapped her arms around his neck and pulled him further into her, deepening the kiss. Their moment was broken when they both heard sniffling, turning their heads, they saw Dr. Walker trying to wipe away her tears with one hand, while the other hand rested on her heart.

"You two…" she sniffed, "Are the reason why I got into this profession. Mercedes I helped deliver Annabelle; us three have been together since the beginning. When you guys lost Annabelle…it felt like I lost one of my own children. So to know you guys are having another baby just makes my heart swell with joy and I cannot wait for the day that I deliver it." Dr. Walker walked over and wrapped her arms around both of them, hugging them both tight.

"Alright I'll leave you two alone so Mercedes can change. I swear Mercedes, I feel like I'm having another grandchild." Everyone in the room laughed as Dr. Walker walked out of the room to give them privacy. Sam helped Mercedes off the bed, passing over her jeans and shirt. Before Mercedes could take off the gown, she noticed Sam hadn't turned around.

"What?" he asked when she raised her eyebrows at him.

"Uh… a little privacy babe."

"Mercedes… I'm your husband… we share a home, a child, clothes and a bed. I think me seeing your boobs at this point shouldn't be a problem." Mercedes laughed and shook her head and took off her gown, leaving her in nothing but her underwear. Sam bit his lip as his eyes wandered down her curvaceous body. Mercedes had always had an amazing body, but after she had Annabelle, it was like her assets enhanced. Her ass got bigger as well as her breasts, and since Sam was an ass and tit man, he couldn't help but raise his head up to the ceiling and praise Jesus that his wife was pretty much shutting it down. After Mercedes had finished getting dressed, they walked out hand in hand towards the front of the clinic, where Mercedes received her prescription and her first doctor's appointment. As they walked out together, surrounded by the aura of good news, they never noticed the person in the far right corner, giving them a death glare.

Taking a deep breath, the person sunk further into the corner, their body shaking with anger.

"Those two make me sick. They think they're so perfect. Please, I as well as everyone else in this town know those two aren't anything of the sort. Just who do they think they are? Shoving their relationship in my face? And now Mercedes is pregnant again? Oh my life just couldn't get any better. They think it's over but they have no idea just how vengeful I can be. I took one child from them; I can most certainly take the other. So go on Sam and Mercedes, continue to live in oblivion, that is exactly what I want. Those two have no idea who they've messed with."


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