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That night, I begin to pack my bag to get ready for tomorrow. I don't like driving at night so I want to leave early in the morning. I have the bag on the bed and I'm folding my clothes before putting them in. I'm just taking the clothes that I brought with me. There's no point in taking any of the other clothes. I'm going to have some real cleaning to do when I get home. The TV is on behind me. Some comedy show is on.

As I reach for the blouse on the bed, I feel Sam's arms go around me from behind. I smile when I feel him kiss the crook of my neck.

"Do you really have to leave?" He asks as he tightens his arms around me.

I smile. "Jane needs to finish school."I turn around so I am facing him. "And I need to do things right this time."

Sam is wearing shorts with a black T-shirt. He just got out of the shower so his hair is wet which makes it seem darker.

"I know it's not fair," I say softly, feeling sad that we're going to have to be apart. "But if we're going to start over-"

"We're not." Sam interrupts. "We're not starting over. We're picking up right where we left of."

I smile up at him. "I like that."

Sam leans in and kisses my forehead.

"It'll be different this time, Mercedes. I promise"

I hope so, I think to myself as he kisses me on the mouth this time. There's suddenly a knock on the door.

"Uh, Sam?" Quinn calls from the hallway.

Sam pulls back but he keeps his arms around me. " what is it?"

"You're going to want to come out. Someone's here."

Sam frowns then he goes and opens the door. I watch his body tense as he looks down the hallway.

"Sam?" I ask taking a step forward. He turns to look at me and I see dread all over his face. "What is it?" I ask even though I already know. My body can feel it. I knew this was coming but boy, I'm not ready for this.

Mary is standing on the doorway. She's wearing a pale pink pencil dress with white heels. Her hair is pulled back in a ponytail. She looks just how I remember her though not even the makeup can hide the look of sadness behind her eyes. Or is it anger? It's anger now-towards me, of course.

"I cannot believe this!" She exclaims, glaring at me.

I jump a little at the sound of her voice and I hate myself for that. I don't want to show her any sign of weakness. I don't want her to know the damage she's done to me. Why is this happening now? Quinn is standing a few feet behind her and Jane is peeking out of her room. I wish I could tell her to go inside. I don't want her to see this.

I want to close the door so it can be just Sam and I again, but I can't do that. Mary is here. In front of me. The woman I never wanted to see again in my life. My husband's mother.

"What in God's name is she doing here?" Mary demands, still glaring at me. She's looking at me the same way she always has-as if I was a piece of trash that needs to be thrown out of her house.

Sam takes a step in front of me protectively. "Mom, don't speak to Mercedes like that."

"Are you serious right now, Sam?" She asks in disbelief looking at her son. "This woman left you! She left you without telling you anything! God knows what she's been up to these past years! I can't believe you just let her back into your life! Into my house!"

"Mom, that's enough!" Sam exclaims.

I've never heard him talk to his mother like that and I'm a little shocked.

Mary recoils in shock. Her eyes are wide as she looks at him.

"Sam," I say placing my hand on his shoulder. I wait until he turns to look at me. "It's okay. I'll leave."

"You're not going anywhere." He states then he turns to look at Mary. "Mercedes is my wife, mom, whether you like it or not. So need you to stay out of my business and know that if she goes, then I go too."

Mary scoffs."You are my son. You are my business."

"who in fact is a grown ass man" Sam states.

"Mom." Quinn puts her arm around her. "Why don't you come cool outside?"

"No, I am not going anywhere. This is my house," She says glaring at me and I wish Sam would just let me go because she's not wrong. This is her house.

"Come on," Quinn says, ignoring her comment. She turns her around slowly and we watch as she takes her outside the door.

I turn around and head back to the room. Without thinking, I begin to finish packing my clothes and zip the bag quickly.

"What are you doing?" Sam asks behind me.

"What does it look like I'm doing? I'm leaving." I say reaching for my purse. It's late and dark but I suddenly I don't care. I want to get out of here as fast as possible. I want to go back to my house where no one can kick me out. No one should want to be in a place where one is unwanted.

"Mercedes-stop," Sam says as he reaches for my arm.

I turn to look at him. "I can't stay here, doesn't want me in her house." Sam. Didn't you hear? Your mom".

"I'm going to deal with my mom," He says looking at me. "You're not going anywhere."

"I was gonna leave early tomorrow anyway. What difference does a few hours make?" I ask, mostly talking to myself.

"Don't do this, Mercy," Sam says. "Please."

I look up at him for a moment. I know I can't do this to him...again. He deserves better. So l sigh and let my shoulders relax for a moment. "You're right. I'm sorry. I just don't feel comfortable with your mom here."

"I know," He says softly. "I'm sorry. She came earlier than she had said."

I look at him. "What are you going to do?"

He run a hand through his hair. "I'm going to talk to her. Wait here, okay?"

I nod. "Okay," I say as I look past him at

Jane who is standing by the doorway.

"Sorry," She says looking embarrassed. "I just want to know if you're okay."

I smile at her and Sam turns around to look at her. "Jane, why don't you stay here with Mercy until I come back?"

Jane half smiles. "You want to make sure she doesn't run away?"

Sam chuckles, easing some of the tension away. "Do you blame me?"

"Not at all," Jane says as she walks into the room.

Sam kisses my forehead. "I'll be back."

I nod then he walks out of the room. I close the door, scared that Mary would barge in to yell at me some more.

"Are you okay?" Jane asks as she sits on the love seat. I sit next to her with a sigh.

It's been such a good weekend with Sam and now this is weighing it down. Mary's face is clouding above all of the happy memories Sam and I made these past two days.

"Yeah, I may have overreacted. It's just that Mary-she makes me really uncomfortable."

"She's the reason you left isn't she?"

"She was a big part of the reason." I admit."I really don't want to move back into this house when I come back."

"I'm sure Sam will get his own house after today," Jane says. "He'll do anything to get you to stay with him."

I half smile. "I don't deserve him."

"Don't say that, Cedes. I know you feel bad for hurting him but you've been through a lot too. He is God's way of recompensing you for that."

I smile at her. "I didn't know you still believed in God."

She shrugs. "I did get mad at Him after mom's death, but I do believe in Him."

"Well, good." I smile at her. "Hopefully that adds a little conscience to your little brain for when you're in New York."

Jane rolls her eyes at me. "Is that all you care about?"

"I just care about you being safe."

She smiles then her expression turns serious. "You have to promise you won't let Sam's mom separate you from him again," She says looking at me.

I bite my lip thoughtfully. "I do...though I'm sure it won't be easy..."

Jane gives me a confident smile. "But it'll be worth it."

~~~~~~~

"Sam , what the hell are you thinking by letting that woman back into your life again?"

I look at my mother, feeling distraught and still a little bit shocked that she decided to show up earlier than she was supposed to.

These past two days with Mercedes have been amazing, even despite the fight that we had on Friday. My mind is still trying to process everything she said about my mother. I just wanted this weekend to end good so that she would leave without any doubts of my commitment to her. Part of me is terrified about letting her go back to Arizona. I'm scared she's going to disappear again.

Last night when we made love again for the first time in three years, I felt more alive than I have in the longest time. It made me want to do it again and again and again and we did, but it was not enough for me. I love Mercedes. She's my wife and I want her by my side again I want us to give it another shot. I know I can be the husband that she deserves. I can make her happy. She still loves me and I'm going to cling to that little bit of hope until I have her by my side permanently again.

The last thing I wanted right now was for my mother to show up early. I hate that my wife and my mother can't be under the same roof. They're both two of the most important women in my life. Why does it have to be like this?

"Mom, you had no right to speak to Mercy like that," I say to her, trying to hold back on my anger because I don't want to disrespect her. Quinn just stands to the side and watches us worriedly.

"She's my wife.

"How can you still call her your wife?"

Mom demands in disbelief.

"Sam, she left you three years ago It' wasn't months, it was years. She didn't give a crap about you and she still doesn't. How can you be foolish enough to let her back into your life?"

"She's my wife." I repeat through clenched teeth.

"She stopped being your wife the moment she left you without bothering to give you an explanation. What you need to do is make her sign the divorce papers and get rid of her once and for all."

"Don't you understand?" I ask her angrily. "She's my wife. I love her. I want her to stay.

She scoffs, shaking her head in disbelief. "I can't believe how deep she has her nails dug in you. Where is your self-respect?"

"She told me about all the horrible things you would do to her," I say watching her carefully.

"Oh, so somehow this is iy fault?" She laughs humorlessly. "That woman is unbelievable. She leaves and puts all the blame on me?"

"Mom, you never treated her nicely," Quinn says.

She glares at her. "You stay out of this," She says pointing her finger at her. She looks at us. "I can't believe that both of my children have turned their backs on me over that woman. What would your father think of the way you're treating me? She asks and her voice breaks.

Quinn and I exchange a look as she starts to break down. She just shakes her head at me. Our mother has been an emotional mess since the death of our father. His death was sudden and unexpected. None of us were ready for it. Our parents had been together for over thirty years. I know Mom is still mourning His death and I suddenly start to feel guilty for being hard on her.

I'm caught between hurting my mother or hurting my wife and I've already hurt Mercedes enough for her to leave me. I don't want to make the same mistakes again, but I also can't be an ingrate son. It's not how I was raised and my father would be disappointed.

"Mercedes is my wife and she's not leaving." I state.

"I don't want her in my house!" Mother says as she cleans her wet cheeks with a tissue.

"Okay, then we're both leaving," I say with a nod then I turn around and start walking back into the house. I go where Mercedes goes. There is no way in hell I'm letting her go alone.

"How can you not see that this is what she wants?" My mother asks and I stop and turn around. "She wants to separate you from me. I lost my husband and now she wants to take awav my son." She cries.

I Sigh then walk back to her. I place my hands on her shoulders. "Mercy doesn't want to take anything from you, Mom. I'm your son and you're always going to have me, but you have to understand that this is my life and she's my wife." I shake my head. "I don't understand why you have her in this bad view. I can promise you that Mercy is not the bad person you think she is,

"She left you." She reminds me. "She hurt you. You should want her as far away from you as possible. I don't understand your infatuation with that woman.

"It's not an infatuation," I say getting angry and frustrated with her all over again. "I love her, Mom."

"Well, she doesn't deserve your love. She doesn't deserve you and I hope you realize that before it's too late."

I look at her and wish I could understand her hate towards Mercedes. I can understand that she's mad at her for leaving me in my honor, but this is too much. My mother's behavior just proves that everything Mercedes said is true about the way she treated her and that breaks my heart. It breaks my heart for my mother because all she's doing is fill herself with hate and it breaks my heart for mercy because I didn't notice what was happening. I was too busy with medical school and my residency. She's right. I never put her as a priority.

"Give me few minutes to pack our bags," I say to my mom now.

"Open your eyes, Sam," She says behind me as I walk back inside the house. "She doesn't care about you! If she did, she never would've let and hurt you the way she did!"

I take a deep breath as I step back inside the house without responding to my mother. I'm too angry and frustrated with her.

Jane and Mercy are talking in the room when I walk in.

"We'll go to a hotel," I say looking at Mercy.

She nods as she studies my face. "Go pack your things," She says to Jane who nods and walks out of the room without saying anything.

"Are you alright?" Mercedes asks as she stands up and places her hand on my arm.

I look at her and my eyes drop down to her lips. I wrap my arm around her waist and pull her closer to me so I can kiss her. She doesn't protest. I kiss her hard with frustration and anger towards myself and towards my mother.

We're both breathless when we pull away and she starts gathering her things without saying anything. I pack a change of clothes, knowing Ill be back tomorow. I don't know what I'm going to do. I just want to enjoy this last night with Mercedes before she leaves. I'll figure it things out when I have a clear head and anger isn't there to cloud my judgement.

I drive us to a hotel close to the clinic and get us two rooms. I wait for mercy in our suite as she goes and helps Jane get settled. Her room is just across from ours so she'll be fine. I go out in the balcony to get some fresh air after I take a shower. I stare at the city lights in the dark and try to get rid of all the tension I feel from what happened earlier.

Mercy gets in the shower when she comes back and then we both get in bed without saying anything to each other. I look up at the ceiling then turn to look at her. She's turned away from me and I hate it. I reach out and put my arm around her and press my body close to hers.

"Are you angry at me?" I ask her.

She shakes her head and places her hand on top of mine. "No."

"I'm sorry about my mother. I don't understand why she's like that towards you.

"She hates me," She says.

I pull her so that she's facing me. The moonlight coming through the window illuminates her face and I look at her and still can't believe she's here, lying in bed next to me. I thought I was going to sleep alone for the rest of my life.

"I love you, mercy." I Say looking into her eyes. I place my hand on her cheek and lean in closer, resting my forehead against hers. "I'm so scared of losing you again."

She places her hand on the back of my neck. "I love you too, Sammy, and I'm willing to give this another try but I need you to know that I refuse to live the way I used to live when I was here."

I shake my head. "It won't be the same. It'll be different, I promise." I'll find a way to find a common ground on all of this. I'll speak to my mother. I'll fix this. I won't lose my wife again.

I press my lips against hers and kiss her. She runs her hands through my hair as we kiss. I grip her hip with my hand as I pin her against the bed. She lets out a soft moan when I move down to her neck. I kiss and taste her skin hungrily. I have no idea how I survived these last three years without making love to her. I know people would be surprised if they found out that I hadn't had sex in three years. Us men have a reputation for being sex-crazed and I am, but I'm a one woman man.

I couldn't bring myself to be with another woman just for a few minutes of pleasure. I didn't want a few minutes. I wanted a lifetime. I wanted my wife. I wanted Mercedes and now that we've finally been together again I find myself wanting to make love to her every night. I hate that she has to leave. I already miss her.

I pull her shirt over her head and touch her breasts with my hands, making her moan again. I kiss my way down her chest and kiss her breasts. I want to be soft and gentle but my desperation to have her doesn't allow it. I kiss her skin hard, probably leaving marks all over her and I find myself liking the idea of that. I hover on top of her and make love to her under the covers.

I place my hands on the headboard and move hard and fast against her, wanting to fill her with me so that she misses me when she leaves. I want to leave her satisfied so that she wants more of me. I want her body to ache for me when we're apart. I move hard for all the times we haven't been together. I move fast for all the nights I won't be there to make love to her. I do it like it's the last time because when she left I couldn't remember the last time we had made love.

I don't want to think of this as the last time. I want to think about it as the beginning of a second chance with her. I prayed so much for her to come back to me and the universe heard me and brought her back to me and I'm going to do everything I can to make sure she stays with me this time.

Here's a nice lil update for you guys. Happy holidays, hope you and your family have a nice time and enjoying the holiday festivities.

please excuse any grammar errors that may occur.