Chapter 2: Together…They Do by Yinx

Mercedes sighed as she lay back on the bed; she needed new clothes. She pulled the jeans off and slipped on her sweats again which gave her a fight of their own. She swore loudly as she marched out of the room with her keys and wristlet.

"Where are you going" Santana asked from the family room couch

"Target, apparently my ass is too big for anything in my wardrobe" she snapped hearing Santana snicker as she left.

"Honey I'm Home" Sam said in a Ricky Ricardo voice as he entered the room an hour later "Where's Mercedes" he asked when he only saw Santana.

"Target" Santana said flipping channels "Clothes don't fit."

Sam tried to suppress a smirk. "Oh"

"How was the game" Santana asked eyes still focused on the fashion channel she was taking notes on.

"Didn't you watch?"

Santana looked at him with her eyebrow raised

"But you were a Cheerio."

"Doesn't mean I was watching" she said in her annoyed bitchy voice; she turned her attention back to the channel rewinding the parts she missed.

Sam groaned Santana was in her bitch mood which meant that Mercedes was stressed as well. Sighing loudly which cause Santana to give him another glare as he got up and went to take a shower. Once he got dressed he went out and saw that Mercedes still wasn't back.

"What do you want for dinner, Santana" he yelled from the kitchen.

"Really Sam really, I'm WORKING here" she said as she gestured to the pad, computer and phone in her lap.

Sam rolled his eyes laughing annoying Santana was one of his favorite past times. He hadn't been able to do it as much because she and Mercedes were very busy filling orders and getting ready for the fall fashion shows. He opened the frig and grabbing steaks out the bottom drawer. Mercedes walked in from the garage.

"Santana I need help" she said sadly. Mercedes had five bags fill of clothes in each hand plus a super-size icee and sour pickle.

"With what" Santana asked concerned taking the bags from her as they started walking to the master bedroom.

"Who in their right mind eats a blue-raspberry icee with a sour pickle, I mean just thinking about it makes my stomach do knots yet I keep get eating" Mercedes said taking another bit "Plus my seat of my sweats ripped so I had to buy a clearance Valentine's Day sweater so I wouldn't moon people with my sock monkey underwear"

"I wouldn't mind seeing that" Sam grinned at her from the bar. Mercedes had been oblivious to Sam's present as she came, she was focused on that pickle; when she saw him she ran and gave him a huge hug. Sam bent his head down to kiss but she pulled away.

"I don't think raspberries and sour pickles would taste very good to you" she said smirking shyly.

Sam kissed her anyway then smacked his lips like a taste tester. "I would say that they shouldn't work well together but they do" he grinned down at her. "Now let me see that sock monkey underwear, Yawne" his eyes flashed mischievously.

Santana gagged "Ugh I'm putting the clothes in your room Mercedes" she said leaving Mercedes turning around laughing and showing Sam her underwear through the seam in her sweats.

After dinner Sam snuggled with Mercedes on the couch in their bedroom sitting area as she showed him the sonogram picture of their baby.

"I'm sorry I wasn't there, Mercedes" he said kissing her forehead.

"It's okay baby as long as you're there on delivery day. But maybe you can help me with something else" she said sitting up.

"What"

"My brother is getting married and he wants me to sing at the wedding" she began.

"That great but unless he wants a duet I'm not following" he grinned.

"The wedding is in Ohio" she sighed.

Sam jaw clinched "I see do you want to go Mercedes"

"Yes he is my brother"

"Well I'll go with. Not going to let you go there alone"

"But your games"

"I'll take a break and let the others handle that, you come first Mercedes, always" he said touching her forehead with his.

She smiled at him "Do you want to do a duet with me" she asked search his honey greens for the answer she already knew.

His school boy grin spread across his face as he chuckled "It would be an honor."

Mercedes shivered happily in his arms as his words took her back to high school junior prom and she kissed him for that.

Mercedes was set on giving Santana weeks off to go and visit Brittany in California. But Santana wasn't happy unless she was some kind of productive work so Mercedes gave her the samples of the fall and spring collection to give to the seamstress plus sketches for next year to work on. The couple flew in to Ohio the day after and was given a warm welcome by the Evans.

"Mercedes I swear you get prettier and prettier every time I see you" Mrs. Evans said as she hugged her. "Oh my, you're starting to show" she was almost in tears as she placed a hand on Mercedes abdomen.

The Evans ushered the young couple into the house, Mrs. Evans linked arms with Mercedes; while the men carried their bags upstairs. The Evans still lived in the modest four bedroom house that Sam lived in and visited the last year if high school and college. Sam had offered to buy them a bigger house but his father wouldn't hear it "I use my money to take care if my family use yours to take care that P.Y.T. you have on your arm."

The women sat down and started to chat about Mercedes pregnancy while the men took the suitcases up stairs to Sam's bedroom. Once down and seated did Mercedes pull the sonogram picture out and showed it to them. Now Mrs. Evans let her tears follow freely as she looked between the picture and the couple.

"I hate to see you when the baby does come" Sam teased.

"I'm sorry it's just they make me so mad" Mrs. Evans confessed.

"Who"? Mercedes asked.

"Your parents" Mrs. Evans answered taking a tissue out of her pocket.

Sam felt Mercedes tense up at the mention of her parents. "What did they do"? He asked.

Mrs. Evans looked at her husband who nodded and smiled encouragingly.

"We asked the Jones to meet us for lunch after we got back from visiting you two to asked them why they would this to their daughter." she nodded towards Mercedes as she began to tell them the story. "So we met at the restaurant..."

"So why did you ask us here" Mr. Jones asked

"To talk about Mercedes" Mr. Evans answered.

Mr. Jones nostrils flared "That has nothing to do with you"

"Actually it does because your daughter is having a child with our son; which makes us family" Mr. Evans said.

Mr. Jones sat back in his chair and crossed his arms as Mrs. Jones leaned forward.

"Have you talked to her" she asked.

"Yes" Mrs. Evans said. "She is doing well simply glowing" she touched her hand comforting.

Mrs. Jones gave a sad smile.

"So are you going to make peace with her" Mr. Evans asked

"No"

"Why the Hell not" Mr. Evans glared at him.

"Principle, we raised Mercedes to follow a certain way and she didn't follow it" Mr. Jones snarled.

"Other than getting pregnant outside wedlock, what did she do" Mrs. Evans asked.

"We thought she would have sailed through this faze by now"

"What faze" the Evans asked in unison.

"The dating outside her race faze, don't get me wrong I love Sam and he is good to our daughter. But all the mess the world is going to give them if they stay together and now having a child. I mean what is it white black what" said Mrs. Jones.

"It's your grandchild is what it is" Mrs. Evans cried out.

"It's not mine" Mr. Evans said firmly.

The Evans sat in shock.

"It would just be better if Sam wasn't white you know." Mr. Jones said

"No we don't know. But we do know that Mercedes is a wonderful child and we would be happy to have her as part of our family."

The Evans left.

"My parents are racist" she said looking opened mouth between the Evans and Sam. "How did I not know this."

"I'm sorry you had to find out this way." Mrs. Evans said sitting beside her

"But you needed to know so you stop blaming yourself" Mr. Evans said patting her knee.

Mercedes smiled weakly. "I'm sorry I didn't know" she said to Sam.

"How could you know Yawne, but we will make a gesture still to give them a chance okay."

She nodded and smiled as he kissed her.

A knock came at the door as the couple took a mid-afternoon nap. Sam stirred as Mercedes got up and answered it and rushed with two blondes hugging her.

"Well hello to you too" she said giving Stacie and Stevie kisses

"Mercedes" Stacie cried as she put her hand on her bump and feeling him move.

Mercedes took Stevie's hand and putting it where he could feel it move as well.

"That is totally cool" he exclaimed.

"What are you two still doing in the house" Sam said from the bed. "Thought you'd be out of the here by now." He teased them.

Stevie ran over and tackled his brother as Stacie took Mercedes and led her over to sit on the bed.

"How long you staying" she asked holding Mercedes hands.

Mercedes started play thumb war with her. "Only a couple of weeks my brother is getting married." she said smiling at her.

"Cool." Stevie said from a Sam headlock.

Mercedes and Stacie laughed as the brothers took their wrestling match to the floor.

"I wish you were staying" Stacie pouted at Mercedes.

"Well if you and Stevie do well in school this next semester maybe I can talk your parents into letting you come to the New York fashion week." Mercedes grinned at her.

Stacie squealed "OMG I sure will" and hugged her as Mrs. Evans came to tell them that dinner was ready.

Later that night Sam, who just got out of the shower, watched from the doorway as his yawne got ready for bed; he groaned as she took off her bra and started to put the oversize night shirt on.

"Sam you're wet" Mercedes exclaimed as Sam embraced her from behind

"I can feel him moved" he said as he nuzzled her neck his hands on her abdomen "You know I've had this fantasy about taking you in my room."

"Sam we can't your parent's house." She moaned as one of his hands began to fondle her breasts and the other slipped into her panties.

"Really" he whispered "'cause I'm not the only one that's wet; as he turned her round to face him.

He kissed her as he hooked his thumbs and began to pull her panties down. Mercedes broke the kiss as she put her hands on his to stop him. "We can't Sam. We are too loud."

"Loud"?

"Santana said that she can hear us when we you know" she said her ears turning red.

Sam laughed "I guess that means I'm doing a good job" as he kisses her neck.

"You're not so quite yourself, mister."

Sam grinned "Can't help it if you know how to put it on me, Cede" he said pulling her over to the bed. He sat and made her straddle him.

Mercedes bit her lip as Sam thrust began to intensify "Sam I can't be quite if you do that" she gasped loudly.

Sam groaned as her body began automatically grind in respond to him. "Can't stop now, Yawne" he cried out as he felt his body buckle.

They both cried out as their release rolled out and they collapsed on bed. And Sam pulled the covers over them.

"Do you think anyone heard us" Mercedes asked laying her head on his chest. As she said that a knock came at the door.

"Night Sam and Mercedes" Mr. Evans said through the door.

Mercedes groaned and buried her face in his chest.

"Night Dad" Sam yelled back.

Mercedes shoved him "I told you"

He grinned as he pulled her close as kissing her before they went to sleep.

Mercedes was up cooking breakfast when Mr. Evans came down in a hurry for work.

"Morning Mercedes" he said going to the pantry and coming out with mini powdered donuts.

"I'll take those" she said "taking the donuts and give a foil wrap. It's bacon, sausage, egg burrito to go" she said to his confused face.

"Thank you Mercedes" he said giving her a kiss on the cheek.

"No problem Mr. Evans" she smiled.

"Call me Dad, okay" he said as he turned to go out the door.

Mercedes smiled after him as Stacie and Stevie came down to be fed before the school bus.