Hey people! What's happening wherever you are? Nothing much for us, now that we're not at school, it'll just be revision for the remaining exams and camping out in the living room with our laptops and plenty of hot drinks. We got Carrie and Ferris Bueller's day off on DVD today and they are pretty good. One of my favourite bits from Ferris is the nurse. *Sister opens door "Thank-" "I heard that you were feeling ill, headache,fever and a chill, I came to help restore your pluck, 'cos I'm the nurse who like to-" *Sister shuts door* Genius! XD Peace Out! TG101 :-D x

It had been 4 months since Sam had died and Mercedes was now 38 weeks pregnant and staying at her Mom's house. Ever since the accident, everyone noticed that Mercedes was not the woman she had been and the only release from it was the monthly get together with the girls.

She sighed, and attempted to sit up, frowning as she felt a dull pain in her back, recognising the start of a braxton hick contraction. It wasn't unusual, she had felt them before and they weren't even that painful,just annoying.

Her Mom came in the room, leaning against the doorway. She worried about Mercedes. A lot. "Mercy, are you alright?"

"Mm...just a braxton..it hurts a bit but it's more annoying"

Dianne chuckled "Yeah, they hurt like a bitch but you gotta get used to them."

Mercedes smiled weakly, supporting her swollen stomach as she bounced lightly on the exercise ball she bought last week.

"How's baby in there?" the older Jones asked, sitting down on the couch"Is it alright?"

Mercedes nodded "Yeah, it's alright for the moment. I think it wants to come out soon though. Even I'm getting tired."

"Well you should go take a bath. That may help?"

"I'm good. It's not that painful just yet...'sides, it's not due for 10 more days." She gave her Mom a tired smile, just wanting Sam to be there to hold her during a contraction and to create some sort of memorable situation that she'll never let him live down.

Dianne sighed, standing up "I'm gonna take Calvin and Hobbes out for a walk, call me if anything happens."

Mercedes couldn't help but roll her eyes at this comment "Mom, there is no way that the baby'll come in the next half hour. It's Sam's kid, knowing him, it won't be making an appearance for a while. Sam never likes to rush things."

"Okay, just making sure..."

Dianne returned 30 minutes later, out of breath with two dogs traipsing in behind, one being a small dirty blonde terrier, the other being a greyhound with tiger stripes

"Did they tire you out again?" Mercedes asked as Dianne settled herself onto the armchair "And before you ask, I didn't have any pains only a slight uncomfortableness, that's it."

As Dianne caught her breath, Mercedes lost hers suddenly as a contraction sliced through her stomach.

"Braxton?" Dianne mused lightly, understanding her daughter's pain.

"Not sure." she mumbled, letting out a breath "I think...so..but it felt different. I'm going to take a bath."

"Alright sweetie."

"Joe,don't use the phone, I'm gonna call Mercedes!" Quinn called,stepping out of the shower "Can you also feed Paige?"

"Sure thing Quinn! Alright Paigey, let's see if we can get some milk down you today." Joe smiled, getting a bottle out of the fridge and shaking it, making sure all the formula was dissolved into it.

Quinn got to the phone quickly, dialling Dianne's number. She heard it ring a few times before someone picked up

"Hello?...Hobbes, shush! Hello?" Dianne asked, trying to calm down a jumpy Hobbes. Hobbes was jumpy. As in, any little bang would make him jump and shiver. Calvin on the other hand was opposite. And yet they were the best of friends.

"Hi Dianne, is Mercedes there? I want to know if I can come round for a drink? Just to see how she is?"

"Sure you can Quinn! Before I forget can you tell Joe that church is an hour later than usual this week? The choir are wanting room to practice."

"Sure thing Dianne."

"Cedes? Dianne? Anyone here?" Quinn called into the seemingly empty house "Hello?"

"In here sweetie" Dianne called back from the living room. She smiled as Quinn came in and sat down "Hey Quinn, how's Paige?"

"She's fine. Joe's looking after her for a bit so I get some time off. She's not sleeping too good..."

"She's not?"

"No, she's up at least 5-6 times a night easily. Every little thing seems to wake her. We're both pretty light sleepers so that could be it."

"Have you tried moving her to her own room yet?" Dianne asked, taking a few bites of her sandwich "How old is she?"

"I've been talking to Joe about it but he doesn't seem too keen on the idea. She's..14 weeks so nearly 3 months old. I admit, I'm not all for the idea myself but it needs to be done so...Mercedes?"

Dianne's gaze trailed back to her daughter who was holding her stomach, trying to breath slightly.

"Hey." she smiled, waddling in, Quinn rushing to her aid.

"Quinn, I'm pregnant, not ill, there's no need to panic, I don't need to go to hospital just yet".

"Alright" Quinn said, sounding reluctant,"If you're sure."

Kurt huffed to himself after no one answered the door.

He had and Blaine had arrived in Lima from New York for the week to catch up on everything and to see his's niece for the first time. Whilst Blaine was sleeping the enormous dinner Carole had made, Kurt had gone to see how Mercedes was after hearing from Finn what had happened.

He rang the doorbell repeatedly, calling through the letter-box but to no avail. He sighed once more, checking his phone. Nothing. He was just about to give up when Rory's head popped up over the fence that separated his and Sugar's house to Mercedes'.

"Mercedes isn't in,she hasn't been for about a month now." he said in his thick Irish brogue.

Kurt nodded his head understandingly. He knew about Sam after Finn mumbled something about a car crash. Whipping out his phone he quickly punched in Mercedes' number and pressed ring. He only had to wait 2 rings before someone picked up.

"Hello?" a shaky voice at the end of the line asked.

"Hey Mercedes, you up for a coffee at the Lima Bean? My treat."

"Kurt boo, that's really sweet to think of me but...I'm a bit occupied at the moment?"

"You are?" Kurt asked, sounding surprised "Is the baby alright?"

"About that...yeah, I'm going into labour, or so my Mom says." she chuckled wryly, letting out a breath "Ow...hey Kurt, if you want, you can come round to my Mom's house, that's where I'm staying at the moment."

"I'll be there in 10." Kurt smiled, hanging up.

"Best prepare yourself Hummel, you're gonna be in for a bumpy ride."