A/N: Apologies to the readers for the wait. Life just gets in the way of writing sometimes. Hope you enjoy and I hope you keep reviewing.

"Are you going to tell me what happened today Mercedes?" Finn questioned as he drove.

"There's not that much to tell Finn. There was cake, we gossiped, we got plenty of free swag for the baby, overall I say it was a very successful baby shower." Mercedes answered calmly.

Finn began to massage his temple with one hand while keeping the other firmly attached to the steering wheel.

"Then why did I have to pick you up from the police station?"

"I said it was successful, I didn't say it was normal," Mercedes responded.

"This isn't a joke Merc, I had to convince the arresting officer that you were not a menace to society to get you out of there. He wanted to keep you in the cell for the whole weekend."

"What a little bitch," Mercedes spat out and crossed her arms in defiance.

"Don't blame him; I probably should have left you in there."

"How can you say that Finn? I'm your wife for crying out loud!" Mercedes shrieked.

"Are you? Because last time I checked my wife didn't smack people in the head with lamps."

"She's lucky I didn't have a bat" Mercedes muttered.

"Santana needed to get eight stitches on her forehead Mercedes! And it completely ruined her upcoming swimsuit calendar shoot. We're lucky she didn't sue us for loss of income!" Now it was Finn's turn to shriek.

Mercedes was speechless; she just looked out the passenger side window watching the street lights turn on.

"I just want to know what happened during the shower, can you at least tell me that?" Finn pleaded.

"Why do you need to know? She's not pressing charges is she? Do we need a lawyer?"

"No…but that's only because Brittany begged her not to. No one else from the party will tell me what happened and I think I should know what triggered this pregnancy rampage so I can avoid getting my skull bashed in next time we have a disagreement."

"It wasn't one thing, she did a lot of things and the anger kept building up." Mercedes spat out.

"Tell me everything," Finn said in a patient tone.

"She would say really bitchy things to the other guests in a stage whisper loud enough for me to hear. I know that people usually let it slide because that's just how Santana is, but I am honestly too tired and too pregnant to put up with her bull."

"What did she say?" Finn questioned.

"Little things about the shower not being big enough, the wedding was too small, how I was taking advantage of my father's dental practice, the cake tasted store bought, and she said my house decorations were tacky."

"Yeah that really justifies attempted murder on your part." Finn said sarcastically.

"I'm not finished…I also overheard her telling Tina that she thought I was lying about the pregnancy."

"What?" Finn said in disbelief.

"Yeah, she thought that I was faking my pregnancy just too keep you from leaving me like Terri did to Mr. Schue. She also said that maybe it was Puck's baby and you were being tricked again. And to top it all off, she said "How does she know she's pregnant when she's been that size since high school," that got me heated real quick."

"I had no idea, that stuff is really mean. But still Mercedes, what you did was-"

"She said something else, something totally unforgivable that sent me over the edge." Mercedes interrupted.

"What did she say?" Finn braced himself.

"She said she was thankful that you used a condom when you slept with her or else she might be the one giving birth to your retarded offspring."

It was a good thing that they were at a red light or else Finn probably would have swerved off the road. Both remained silent until they were in the driveway. Finn didn't have the courage to look at Mercedes in the eye so he kept his eyes on the dashboard instead.

"Look Mercedes I…I"

"Jesus Finn, I don't care who you slept with in high school."

"You don't?" Finn said in disbelief because he was expecting a major tongue lashing from his wife.

"No, that was years ago, and that was before we started dating so I have no problem with that."

Mercedes held Finn's face in her palms so he would look at her.

"No one…and I mean no one, calls my Finn or my baby a retard. And that's why I tried to bash her head in with that ugly looking lamp your mother got us for a house warming gift."

Finn smiled and kissed Mercedes before helping her out of the car and into their house.

"Have I told you how much I love you lately?" Finn said.

"You could afford to say it more often," Mercedes said with a smile.

Finn's phone began to vibrate; it was a text message from Brittany.

"Brittany says that Santana is sorry for what she said and even though she doesn't want to be left alone in a room with you, she would still like to be sent pictures and video when the baby is born. And Brittany also hopes that Santana's actions won't hurt her chances of being our designated babysitter."

Mercedes sighed and thought it over for a minute.

"Tell Brittany she is still our babysitter and Santana will get the same baby info as everyone else. But also mention that she should watch her mouth because I got a whole box full of ugly things your mom gave us that can be used as deadly weapons."