A/N: So I'm currently sick with a cold that just won't go away. And this right here is what my feverish mind came up with. So if it makes no sense or seems jumbled it aint my fault. Well it is, but whatevs.

Some context before reading: I took a break from the angst of divorced samcedes and pregnant!Mercedes and gave you straight love, love, love. Don't worry next chapter we will get back to the angst. But my damn muse was stubborn and refused to write it, and for that I'm sorry.

Oh and you should know just because Mercedes has one dream like Sam, doesn't mean she will continue to…

Anyways… chapter 13!

"So, are you going to explain or should I call Sam and ask him?"
Tina sat back with her arms crossed in front of her and waited for Mercedes to begin speaking.

"How... How did you find out?" Mercedes asked.

"I was on your computer and you had the S&M photo album already opened, so naturally I looked thorough it." Tina lied.

"Tina look, it's not what it looks like."

"So... you didn't date Sam Evans and all those pics are photoshopped?"

"No... They're real." Mercedes sat down over the pile of clothes on her bed and sighed. There was not much she could do or say that would throw Tina off, so her only choice was to come clean.

"Sam and I did date... But we're over now, so it doesn't really matter." that was the best answer she could think of. She internally sighed because to herself it still did matter, but she was trying to convince herself of otherwise.

"So, he broke up with you?" Tina asked. Her face softened, wondering if what she said had any truth to it.

"It was kind of a mutual break up. He was leaving and it was over before it began, really." Mercedes didn't feel the tears coming out of her eyes but they were there anyway.

"Who else knows?" Tina asked.

"No one. Except our parents. Oh and Quinn, but that was only because we argued in front of her about our relationship"

"Mercedes... Why didn't you tell me? Or Kurt? Or Rachel? We are supposed to be your friends... Don't you trust us?"

Mercedes immediately got defensive and added, "Honestly Tina? You have Mike. So you're always busy, Rachel is too obsessed with Finn and her dreams to care about anything else and once Kurt laid eyes on Blaine everyone else literally faded into the background..."

"I may have Mike but you're still my best friend girl! We could've talked about it! And went on double dates!" Tina defended herself, Mercedes was right, she did have Mike, but she loved Mercedes like a sister, and she couldn't fathom why she would keep a secret like this from her. It was good news! And it would've delighted Tina, she would've been happy for her friend.

"I... I honestly didn't want anyone to know." Mercedes sobbed.

"Why not?" Tina came over to her and wrapped an arm around her. She could tell Mercedes was hurting. There was obviously something more going on than Mercedes was willing to tell.

"I guess I just... wanted him to myself for a while. Apart of me still couldn't believe a guy like Sam wanted me. It was surreal. I didn't want whatever we had to end. And then like magic it was gone. We hardly talk anymore. It's like it was all a dream." Mercedes cried into Tina's shoulder and Tina wrapped both her arms around her and let her let it out.

"Mercedes... Do you love him?"

"Not anymore..." Mercedes said through tears, "But I did once, I guess."

"How does one fall out of love that easily? I mean even if Mike were away from me, I would still love him."

Mercedes wiped her tears away and pulled back from Tina. "I guess a part of me still does but, he's not coming back Tina, I can't just stay in love with Sam, knowing that I might never see him again."

"I understand... I guess." Tina wiped her face and picked up the wrap dress that Mercedes was holding. "Here definitely wear this to the party... I'm gonna go."

"Wait!" Mercedes yelled to Tina before she could leave, "Why are you leaving?"

"I have to go get dressed. And just because I understand yours and Sam's situation, doesn't mean I forgive you for keeping secrets. It's like a huge slap in the face on our friendship mercy."

"Tina for what it's worth, I'm sorry..." Mercedes said.

"I know you are. Just give me time ok? I wouldn't say that I am mad, but I'm not happy about this either... I need time... To simmer... Ok?"

"Ok." Mercedes put her head down defeatedly and Tina headed for the door.

"Tina can you do me a favor?"

"Depends... What do you need mercy?"

"Can you not tell anyone? I'm trying hard to get over this and it isn't going to happen if the whole school knows..."

Tina bit her lip and contemplated, "I don't really like keeping secrets from mike. But I'll promise I'll try, ok?"

Mercedes just nodded and then Tina left. Mercedes threw the dress she was holding on the floor and went on her laptop. She reopened the photo album and like always, she looked through it and cried, reminding herself that whatever she and Sam once had was over.

Mercedes snapped out of her thoughts and focused on what Shane was saying to her. He had asked her to go get coffee with him at the Lima bean and she agreed, reluctantly. If she were being honest she was feeling lonely. And even though she and Sam agreed to text each other, it wasn't filling the empty void Mercedes was feeling. Kurt was busy with Blaine, Tina and Mike were in a love filled haze, Santana and Brittany were finally on after Santana's party, Artie would hang out sometimes but he made new friends down at the handicappable skate park, and Rachel was in Finn-land. So Mercedes was all by herself, until Shane came along. He was sweet and nice. Mercedes only saw him as a friend, which she didn't want to admit she needed right now.

"Mercedes? Mercedes are you listening to me?" Shane asked

"What? I'm sorry my mind is everywhere today. Can you repeat that?" Mercedes says

"We were talking about firsts? You know first love and all that?"

"Oh. Right... That." Mercedes took another sip of coffee and looked down. She didn't want to talk about this with Shane. Why the hell was this fool asking that anyway?

"Yeah, so as I was saying her name was Vicky. She was sweet and I was 14... How about you?"

"Hm? What are you talking about?"

"First kiss? Age and describe the person."

Mercedes almost choked on her coffee. Even though Sam wasn't her first kiss, her mind immediately went to him. He was certainly the best and most memorable. Every time they would kiss she felt it with her whole body, like his lips were un-lit dynamite and hers were the match. Once they touched, boom... Fireworks. But she wasn't going to tell Shane that. She didn't think he would understand anyway.

"Well, my very first kiss was a boy name Carl. He surprised me one day at church camp. We were standing by the lake and BAM! He laid one on me. I was 12 and I was so angry I pushed him into the lake and got in trouble."

Shane started to laugh and Mercedes smiled. "Well you got me beat! You win Ms. Jones. You definitely win." Shane said through laughter.

Mercedes was laughing as well and a piece of her hair that she had tucked back fell forward. Shane reached over and gently put it behind her ear. Mercedes froze, not knowing what to do. The last time a boy did that she ended up making out with him and making him 20 minutes late for work. But in her defense, Sam shouldn't of been cupping her ass and pushing his harness into her, getting her all hot and bothered. 'Damnit I gotta stop thinking about him!' Mercedes thought.

She pushed Shane's hand away gently and wrapped her hand around the coffee. Clenching to it for dear life.

"I'm sorry, I didn't mean to make you uncomfortable" Shane sipped his coffee and looked towards the window.

"No... It's fine. I just wasn't expecting that, that's all." she put her hand on his arm and smiled warmly at him. Hoping to relieve the tension. He smiled and dived right back into conversation.

"So... Mercedes, have you ever had a boyfriend?" Shane asked.

Mercedes bit her lip. 'Why does he have to ask so many damn questions? You don't have to tell him anything Mercedes, does Sam even count as a boyfriend if I no one knew?' Mercedes shut down her mind and answered,

"I did, kinda, but we weren't official or anything... Why do you ask?"

"Well, you and I have been on exactly five dates and..." Shane started.

'Dates? Does he think those were dates? What?' Mercedes thought

"... I wanted to know if you wanted to make things official?"

"Umm... What?" Mercedes asked. She was so confused. All those times that they went out were nothing but friendly gestures to her. Getting coffee, picnics in the park, that one time when they went out for dinner... 'oh god!' Mercedes' mind just had an epiphany. 'Those were dates! I've been leading this boy on and now He wants to be my boyfriend?"

"I guess I should make things more clear, Mercedes I want you, to be my girlfriend, and I want to be your boyfriend." Shane breathed out a sigh of relief after he just spit it out. He'd been holding that in for a while.

"Shane... I... I don't know." Mercedes said. What she wanted to tell him was that she wasn't really over a certain blond kid who was goofy, cute and could fit her entire breast into one of his large hands. But Shane wouldn't of appreciated that answer. Even if it was the honest one.

Shane grabbed her hand and got ready to make his plea, "Look I know, that you have a lot of walls up and there's a lot about you that I don't know, but what I do know is that I like you, a lot, and you're funny and you have the cutest smile I have ever witnessed. You are beautiful baby, and all I want is a chance to be your man, wholeheartedly,"

How could she say no to him now? That was better than the soliloquy that Sam busted out that time in the library. Damn these boys for knowing just what to say and how to say it. In the back of her mind, Mercedes was wary, but maybe, just maybe Shane could help her get over Sam? Maybe if Shane was around Sam would seem like a distant memory? Mercedes smiled and said, "Ok Shane... I'll give it a try, but I'm giving you a fair warning, I'm not easy to handle."

Shane smiled and gripped her hand tighter and said, "I'm up for any challenge you throw at me baby."

Mercedes grinned, but in the back of her mind she was thinking, "What the hell have I gotten myself into now?"

Sam called Mercedes that morning after his dream. He waited and waited and she answered on the fourth ring.

"Hello?" said Mercedes through the phone, the sound of her beautiful mellow voice was almost dick hardening. Maybe it was because he was away from her for so long? He didn't remember her sounding like a phone sex operator.

"Hey mercy. It's... Uhh it's Sam."

"I know Sam, I have caller ID remember?" she laughed.

"Right. Well you told me to call you, you know the text message?" Sam had no idea why he was being so awkward. They had literally talked on the phone just last night.

"Oh my gosh! Thank you for reminding me! Sam I had such a weird dream last night! Can you hold on though? I just got out of the shower and I'm soaking wet."

Sam didn't say a word as he felt his dick grow hard against his jeans. Damn her. She had no idea how much she still turned him on; from miles away she still had it. Damn her... Straight to... Heaven. Just because she was too beautiful for hell.

"Sam? Are... Are you there?" Mercedes asked when he didn't answer.

"Uhh... Yep. Still here." Sam was looking under his bed for some lotion. He was going to need it after he got off the phone with this secret seductress and her magical I'm gonna turn Sam Evans on without even realizing it, words.

"Ok! It will probably take a couple minutes. You know me; I gotta put lotion on and then clothes." Mercedes was laughing but Sam didn't find the humor in her sentence. He wanted to be there on her bed, watching her put lotion on. Like that time he stayed over and she did it. Just the memories of it made Sam want to teleport to Ohio and hump her silly.

"Mercy, Take all the time you need."

"Ok!" Mercedes said rather enthusiastically. She moved away from the phone and Sam ran to the bathroom. It didn't take long for Sam to relieve himself. Thoughts of a naked Mercedes, smelling like vanilla and all those other scents did it for him, in less than five minutes. And that hasn't happened since he was 14 and his then teacher Mrs. Davis would be the star of his prepubescent sexual fantasies. Now it was all Mercedes, 24/7 and he hated it. And only because he knew she wasn't his any longer. And that only made him want her more.

"Sam?" Mercedes said to the phone.

Sam came running back, zipping his pants up and answering, "Sorry! I had to pee." He lied.

"Ew... Sam, Tmi." she giggled.

Sam laughed and added, "Hey! You didn't have a problem with my general before!"

"I still don't. I just don't want to hear what you do in the bathroom... That's your business."

"I'm sorry but all I took from that is that you still want me." Sam was trying it, Mercedes was thankful that he was miles away, so he couldn't see her cheeks getting red. Damn him!

"Sam. Don't even start." Mercedes was not in the mood for the cat and mouse game. It would only lead to them having an awkward conversation and admitting things they were both trying to bury.

"Ok, ok. I'll leave it alone... But you need to tell me about your dream. Or no deal."

Mercedes let out a faux sigh and said, "Ok, fine I'll tell you... But it was really weird, and it felt real."

Sam moved up his bed and started to listen intensively. "I'm all ears. Whatever it is, you can tell me."

"Ok I hope I don't freak you out, but here I go: so... In the dream, I was at the Grammy awards, pregnant. You were there, but we weren't together. Actually I'm pretty sure I hated you..."

"Oh. God." Sam said to her over the phone. Last night they had the same dream. Wait was that even possible? How the hell did they dream the exact same dream?

"Sam? Are you ok?" Mercedes asked genuinely worried.

"Uhh... yeah, I am. Continue..."

Mercedes continued her story from beginning to end telling Sam the details of what he already knew. What did this all mean? Sam asked himself. He was more confused and frightened than ever. If Mercedes is now seeing what he sees when he dreams, does that mean that the possibility of it coming true increases? Maybe Sam needed to talk to a therapist about this shit. It was seriously scaring him.

"Sammy? I- mean Sam?" Mercedes said to the phone. It was completely dead on his end and Mercedes wondered if he was listening at all.

"I'm still here Mercedes, it's... Just I'm kinda freaked out right now." Sam said.

"I'm sorry Sam. I didn't mean to freak you out; it's just the dream felt so-"

"Real?" Sam said finishing her sentence.

"Yes! It was so vivid, like it wasn't a dream at all. Like I was in the future or something, on the outside looking in!"

"I completely understand... In fact mercy, I think I should tell you something..."

"What is it Sam? You can tell me anything, you know that."

Sam knew that was true. Mercedes Jones was more than his ex-girlfriend; she was everything he ever dreamed of wrapped into a big bow. Friend, lover, confidant and the girl who still held his heart. Sam blew out a breath and got ready to tell her his futuristic dreams when he heard Mercedes mom over the phone.

"Mercedes! Sweetheart, Shane is downstairs waiting for you. The poor child's been waiting for 20 good minutes!" Angela Jones yelled from downstairs.

"Oh shit! I forgot..." Mercedes said to herself. "Sam... I gotta go," she said to the phone.

"I heard, so who's Shane?" Sam didn't mean for it to come out in a jealous tone but he couldn't stop it if he wanted too.

"Oh! I met him at San's party last night. He's on the football team, at McKinley!"

Sam sat back and tried to remember a Shane. Then like a light bulb that went off in his head he suddenly remembered "Shane Tinsley?" he asked her.

"Yeah! He's really nice Sam; he says that he wants to be friends, so I agreed!"

Suddenly Sam remembered the conversation the football players had in the locker room about McKinley girls when he first made quarterback. Shane was the only one who said Mercedes' was the most beautiful girl at McKinley. Sam was dating the ice queen at the time so he didn't pay it any attention. But now the memory was replaying in his head like a broken record.

"Mercy, I don't want you hanging out with him!" Sam said almost possessively.

"Excuse me? Why can't I hang out with Shane?"

"Look, I just don't want you around the guy ok? Something about him doesn't rub me the right way."

"You mean the fact that I'm a girl and he's a nice guy? Guess what Sam; I can hang out with whoever I please! Shane is sweet and hasn't said an in genuine word since I met him, and I can handle myself. The only reason you don't want me hanging out with him is because you're jealous."

"Take that back!" Sam yelled. Who the hell did she think she is? How did she know him so well? Sam looked over to the picture of them kissing and answered his own question.

"I won't take shit back! You need to realize we are over Sam! Done. You have no right to be jealous."

"You know what?" Sam calmed himself down before he said the wrong thing and lost her forever. "You're right. We're done. I'm sorry mercy." he tried his best not to convey how hurt he was by her words, but coming out it even sounded forged to Sam.

"Sam... I didn't mean-" Mercedes started, but once again her mom yelled to her from downstairs.

"Ugh! Sam look can we talk later about, everything?"

"Yeah, We can. I'll text you ok?" Sam said dejectedly.

"Ok! Bye Sammy. I love you." Mercedes said like it was the simplest sentence in the world. As soon as it came out of her mouth she regretted it. She didn't want Sam to get the wrong idea, or force him to admit that he loved her still as well.

Sam didn't know if she meant it platonically or not but he replied, "I love you too, Mercedes."
And then she hung up.

Shortly after his cold shower, Sam received a text from his almost best friend Brett.

It read: The Hitman: hey... Feel like going out tonight? I found a place that will help with heartache! Let a brotha know! xD.

Sam contemplated for a moment before saying 'fuck it!' and texting Brett that he was in. He had no idea however just how stupid Brett was until he met him that night in front of a strip club.

"Hey man! I've been waiting forever! The place is almost packed!" Brett said excitedly.

Sam watched as women flooded into the place called "Stallionz". He had no idea why so many women were there, or what the club entailed at that point, but he was thoroughly intrigued.

"What is this place? Is it like a bar?" Sam asked.

"Yeah it is. My gay best friend was talking to his boyfriend about it. He said that the women flood this place daily!"

"I don't know man... I don't think I'm up for women hitting on me tonight." Sam says to Brett.

"Dudeee! Please, these aren't girls, ok? Their women... And I want me a MILF! You don't have to do anything, just... Be my wingman!" Brett was practically begging Sam. Sam finally agreed and the walked inside, without being carded. Sam silently thanked his five o clock shadow. They walked in and then looked around. All the ladies were sitting at tables near the stage and immediately... Sam knew. This wasn't a bar; it was a damn strip club!

Before he could hit Brett on the back of the head a tall red headed woman came up to them and said, "Hi, welcome to Stallionz. Where every woman's dream can come true!"

"Hi..." Sam said to her

"Marry me." Brett added.

The red head shook her head at Brett and said, "Not in this life time suga."

Then she looked to Sam. Her eyes raked his body up and down looking at him like he was a piece of finely cut NY strip steak. Finally she asked him, "Are you one of the dancers?"

Sam got in late from the club and then showered again because he felt conveniently dirty after being in that strip club. He checked his phone to see that he had a text from Mercedes.

Future wife:I'm sorry if I confused you with the "I love you" earlier. I didn't mean to say that. Forgive me?

Sam sighed because he wasn't angry that she said it. He was actually overjoyed but now, he once again had to bottle up whatever he was feeling for her and swallow it. He texted her back and said, "No forgiveness need. It's okay."

She texted back a smile and said goodnight to him. He replied goodnight and then almost cried himself to sleep. His desperation lead to tonight decision. And he wasn't sure if he would ever be able to look at himself or his parents again.

Sam woke up seeing his future self in those white sheets. Admittedly, he hadn't seen them in a long time. And usually when they were around, it meant trouble. But Sam couldn't help the smile he saw on his face when he noticed Mercedes laying next to his future self. Future Sam stirred and wrapped his arm around Mercedes tighter. It made her wake up and turn over. She kissed his sleeping mouth and Sam woke up and kissed her back.

"Good morning beautiful." Sam said with a smile.

"Good morning yourself sexy." she kissed the corner of his mouth and Sam brought her in closer. He peppered kisses on her neck and collarbone then made his way to the swell of her breasts. Mercedes' bra of the day was Sam's favorite color red. Sam leaned down and kissed the bra covered nipples causing Mercedes to arch her back.

"Sam! Sam you know that I have to be in the studio in an hour!" Mercedes moaned as she tousled her finger through his bed head.

Future Sam groaned and brought his face back up to hers. "Seriously mercy? You are going to the studio on your birthday?"

Mercedes sat up and said, "Yes Sam, I have to work. My album is coming out early next year and if I want that to happen, all the songs have to be finished soon."

As she got up, both Sam's watched her put on her robe and head to the bathroom. As future Sam stood up he went to the mirror and looked at himself. He had no clothes on, unapologetically in the buff as he flexed and gave himself praises in the mirror. Present Sam noticed as he was doted on himself he wasn't wearing a wedding ring. There wasn't even a tan line where the wedding ring should be. Future Sam went to his dresser and pulled out some sweats. He put them on without underwear and made his way downstairs to make a call.

"Is everything ready? It is? Good. No she doesn't know... What kind of ridiculous question is that? Yeah... She'll know tonight Quinn. Yes, I know I've been keeping this in for a while. Yes, I'm going to tell her..." as he kept talking present Sam was wondering what the hell he was keeping from Mercedes that Quinn of all people knew about. Damn him! Present Sam thought. This is how he lost her in the first place. Keeping secrets.

Mercedes made her way downstairs and Sam hurried off the phone. She had her Gucci bag and she was ready to go. "Who were you just talking to?" Mercedes asked him.

"Oh, nobody." future Sam said.

"Uh huh. That's the same answer you said yesterday and the day before that. What's going on Sam? Why are you being so damn secretive?" that's a question Mercedes and present Sam both wanted to know the answer to.

"I'm not! Look if you don't leave now you're gonna be late baby." he pulled her into his arms and kissed her sweetly. She accepted it but she was still suspicious about Sam's secretive behavior.

"Don't forget... Tonight, me and you... Dinner reservations." Sam said to her.

"Ok! I won't forget, but can you please not buy me anything for my birthday? Every time you do I feel like I have to outdo you because it's always so damn extravagant."

"I will make no promises of any such thing, but I will tell you, what I have planned for you tonight you cannot top." he smiled down at her and she gave him a confused expression.

"Sam what are you planning?"

"Don't you worry your pretty little head about that. Have fun at the studio ok?" he kissed her again and practically pushed her out the door.

Soon it was 7o clock and Mercedes had no idea where the time went. She went home quickly changed into Sam's favorite of the new dresses she brought. There was something about Mercedes and red that made Sam go nuts. Mercedes knew it dated back to high school and "Disco Inferno" and that put a smile on her face. She fixed her makeup in the mirror added some lip gloss another one of Sam's favorites. Tonight was just her and Sam's night. Yesterday she partied with old friends and new at the party Quinn threw for her, and then her and Sam came back and had happy drunk sex, which lasted into the wee hours of the morning. But Sam expressed that on her actual birthday, he wanted to take her out. She told him she didn't want anything to over the top so he decided on going to Brittany's restaurant, "Santana's". Brittany opened it in LA once she and Santana broke up. She said it was her way of coping with the fact that Santana had moved on. To this day, Santana has no idea that the restaurant is named after her. Besides, she doesn't see anyone much because she moved to the UK for a while then came back and settled in Chicago. Mercedes barely hears from her, but from what she knew, Santana was doing very well.

Mercedes entered the empty restaurant to find Sam sitting there at the middle table. The whole place was filled with long stem roses and there were candles everywhere, that Mercedes hoped wouldn't burn the place down. Sam gave her his signature half smile and Mercedes made her way to him, every step of her black heel clicking hard on the floor. Right before she got to Sam, Brittany stepped in front of her and wrapped her in a huge hug.

"Cedes' I'm so sorry that I missed your party yesterday, once you came to my restaurant last month it's been getting busy! I don't know how to thank you." Mercedes pulled away from her and smiled.

"No thanks needed Britt, this place is amazing! You deserve everything you have. Santana would be so proud of you."

Brittany just nodded and said, "I'm not sure about that. But anyway, have fun tonight girl... I have a feeling it's a night to you'll never forget." Brittany walked away and Mercedes practically ran to Sam. He wrapped her up in a hug and kissed her ardently. She smiled and he pulled the chair out for her. She sat down and then he went to sit down himself, only to fall off his seat. Mercedes asked him if he was ok and he nodded. They sat and waited for their pre ordered food. Sam's foot was tapping hard on the floor repeatedly and sweat was forming on his brow.

"Sam... Baby, are you ok?" Mercedes asked. Now she was worried. Not only has he been secretive these past weeks, but now he looked like he was being interrogated by the police with all the sweat pouring from his face.

Sam watched her finish her entree and he said, "I... I'm fine babe, why do you ask?"

"Maybe because you're acting strangely? And I haven't seen you pour that much sweat since our three day sexcapade at your cabin... What's going on?"

Sam was trying to wait until their dessert came, but the way he was fidgeting and sweating made things impossible. He sighed and decided to just let it out. He'd been waiting a long time for this, she had won her first Grammy and now, Sam couldn't wait any longer. He wanted her to be his, forever. And he wasn't going waste anymore time.

"Mercedes..." Sam started, he took her hand and she smiled at him.

"Yes baby?" Mercedes replied.

"As you may know, I've been in love with you since high school... And after that. Even when we broke up before college and I was dating Quinn, you had my heart. I knew it, Quinn knew it. That's why she broke up with me. She told me that I was using her, because she reminded me of you, and I couldn't argue because she was right. Everything she did I was comparing to how you would do it; basically I was torturing myself... But when we got back together, god... the moment I saw you again I wanted to just pick you up and make you mine. But I waited, and waited. Until you chose me over that dick you were dating. Gosh I can't even remember his name-"

"His name was David, Sam. You used to call him David the Dick." Mercedes laughed. Sam hated David, and every moment he was with them he had made it very clear to her that he hated his guts.

"Right. Well, anyway... David had you and I didn't and there were times I wanted to just knock his lights out because of that fact, but when we got together again, it was like everything fell into place. We picked up right where we left off and as god as my witness I fell in love with you all over again. And now... I've waited two years, and a couple months for this, but it's worth it. You are worth it."

Sam pulled his hands away from Mercedes for a second to reach into his coat pocket. He pulled out a small velvet box and put it on the table. Mercedes clasped a hand over her mouth and quickly tears formed in his eyes.

"Sam..." Mercedes said through tears as she took in the sight of the small box.

"Mercedes Jones, you are my world. I've been in love with you since my junior year of high school and I'm still in love you. Never have I ever loved someone the way loved you." Sam sat up and got down on one knee and continued,

"... And I could ramble on about us and how much I love you, and how you are it for me, or I can ask you simply, Will you marry me?"

Mercedes laughed through her tears and Sam opened the box. The beautiful princess cut diamond ring shined in Mercedes' face. It wasn't huge, but it definitely wasn't small. It was at least 2 karats.

"Yes!" she said effortlessly. "Yes Samuel Evans you adorable, crazy fool I will marry you." he smiled wide and put the ring on her finger, then practically picked her up off the chair and held her in his arms, her feet not touching the ground as he kissed her. She wrapped her arms around his neck as he held her tightly.

"I love you Mercedes. Forever and always."

"I love you, too, Sammy. Forever and always." They kissed again for what seemed like eternity before they both parted gasping for air. She smiled in his face and then Sam's eyes quirked up mischievously and he said, "Do you know what happens now?"
The grin never left Mercedes' face as she cocked her head to the side and asked, "I'm thinking... We just got engaged sex?"

He kissed her lips and silently thanked her for reading his mind. "Did I mention I love you?" he said putting her down.

Mercedes grabbed her purse, kissed him and said, "You did, but now I think it's time for you to show me."

Sam smacked her ass lightly and told her to go wait in the car. She squealed and jetted out of the restaurant. Sam paid the bill then finally ran out to the car, making his way to his newly required Fiancé

A/N: cheesy I know, but hey, sick Melle comes up with these things. Not me… lol