Okay so here is the next Chapter, and I hope you enjoy it! Guys, I love you and your reviews, thank you for loving what I write. Stay safe and blessed. And thank you for the well wishes, I am feeling better and maintaining my illness so that's a win in my book.

Mercedes stood in the bathroom, washing the blood out of her hands. She sniffed, holding back the tears as she scrubbed as hard as possible. Her mind raced back to all the pain and screaming just minutes before. She closed her eyes tightly but couldn't stop the visions of Sam lying on the ground bleeding out.

Twenty-Four Hours Ago

The last few months had been like heaven to Mercedes. She was fully and completely in love with Sam, and everything he did for her made her fall more. After she and Quinn went forward with turning Russell in, more women showed up and showed their support. Thirty years of assaulting women, and the sad thing was that he had been fingered and accused by women before, but the officers just brushed it over.

Not allowing that to happen this time, Mercedes, with the help of Sam, took matters into their hands and had the two officers who ignored those women's pleas put under investigation. What they found was that they were not only on Russell's payroll but on others. A bunch of corrupt men and few women would pay to have them take care of "little" problems.

Mercedes happily took them down, not wanting another woman to feel the way she and the others were made to feel. Sam couldn't have been prouder and showed just that when he whisked her away to Italy for a week.

Everything was perfect, and Mercedes was the happiest she had ever been and nervous; upon returning from Italy, Mercedes had Santana locate a pregnancy test for her, as she was confident she was pregnant.

As someone knocked on the door, the timer went off. Mercedes looked up and noticed Santana staring at her.

"Well, what does it say?"

"I haven't looked yet. It's… it's a big deal. I mean, our lives will change if it comes up pregnant."

"Should I get Sam?" Santana asked, showing a side she only seemed to show to Mercedes.

Mercedes nodded as Santana walked out of the room. A few minutes later, a slight knock came, and Sam walked into the bathroom.

"Santana said you needed me? What's up? You okay?" He asked, eyes full of concern.

Mercedes exhaled. "Sam, I think…I took a test, but I can't…."

Sam moved to her and pulled her into his arms. "Baby, talk to me; it's okay."

Mercedes hugged him back. "I think I'm pregnant." She nodded towards the test.

Sam looked over to where she nodded and then looked back at her. "Baby, it's okay; if you are pregnant, we will figure it out."

"Will we? Sam, we haven't even talked about kids, whether you want them or not. We haven't talked about if you even want them, in this world?" She said, moving away from him.

Sam took her hand. "Mercedes, look at me; I want you to really look at me."

Mercedes turned and looked at him. "What?"

Sam linked his hands with hers placing his forehead against hers. "I want everything with you, Mercedes. If that test is positive, then great, and if it's not, then great. As long as we are together, we will be okay."

Mercedes smiled, giving him a soft kiss. "I love you so much."

"Baby, I love you too. Now, let's go find out if I am going to be a dad."

Mercedes took a breath and kept her fingers laced with Sam's as they walked over to the counter and took a breath before looking down at the pregnancy test.

"Oh…" Mercedes breathed, and Sam pulled her closer to him.

"We're going to have a baby," Sam said, beaming. "We're having a baby!" He picked her up and swung her around, holding her close. "I love you. I love you." He said, kissing her.

Mercedes wrapped her arms around him, kissing her back. "I'm pregnant."

"You are everything, Mercedes; what you have just given me? I can't even…." Not putting her down, he pulled her out of the bathroom and to their room, lying her on the bed.

"What are you doing?

Sam laughed. "I bet you can figure it out; let me give you a hint." He said as his hands moved under her shirt and his lips moved to hers.

Mercedes ran her hands through his hair as she whimpered at his touch. Sam tweaked her nipples, kissing a trail down her neck, moving to remove her shirt so he could kiss a trail down her body.

"Sam!" She screamed breathlessly as he kissed her stomach tenderly.

"I love you already." He whispered as she ran her hands through his hair and pulled him back up to her.

"You really are happy about this?"

Sam stared down at her. "Baby, I never thought I would have this. Then you walked into my life, and everything changed. You've made me stronger and better; my life is exactly what I want, where I want it to be."

Mercedes kissed him passionately as he linked his fingers with hers. Mercedes wrapped her thighs around him, and as their slow passionate kiss turned hungry and needy.

Sam groaned as she tugged off his shirt and went for his jeans. Once all of their clothes were discarded, Sam held her close, united them as one as he showed her with every kiss, touch, and moan that he was indeed happy to have her and their family.

Mercedes awoke in Sam's arms and smiled, staring at him sleep. He was by far the sexiest man she had ever met. Everything about him, from the soles of his feet to the top of his head: she ran her hand over his features and exhaled heavily, feeling her stomach churn.

"Oh-" She covered her mouth, running to the bathroom, groaning as she emptied the contents of her dinner.

Sam walked into the bathroom and pulled her hair up as she threw up again.

"Sam, you can't see me like this." She groaned.

"I am going to see a human come out of you; seeing you throw up is nothing." He laughed. Sam moved her hair to the side, grabbed a washcloth, and pressed it to the back of her neck.

"Mmmm, that's nice." She said, groaning as she sat back onto the floor. Sam grabbed her a cup of water, and she rinsed out her mouth. "I am not a fan of morning sickness."

"Yeah, I don't think anyone is. How about we go get you some food?"

Mercedes shook her head. "I am too hungry."

Sam caressed her cheek. "From what I read last night, you need to maintain a healthy eating schedule. No skipping meals like you tend to do. I will have Sylvia make you breakfast; you gotta stay healthy for my baby boy."

Mercedes laughed, standing as Sam helped her. "A boy?"

"Or girl, as long as she is as beautiful and amazing as her mother." He kissed her forehead, and Mercedes sighed heavily. "This can not be a continuing thing, and I will not survive." She said, moving to his chest.

"I don't think you have a choice in the matter; he wants you to be healthy."

"You are not giving up on this boy thing, are you?"

Sam booped her nose. "Never."

He pulled her closer and moved to kiss her, but she shook her head. "No, I'm all pukey."

Sam shrugged. "I don't care." He kissed her softly. "I am going to run you a bath and have Sylvia make you breakfast, and then we are going to celebrate being engaged."

"I can't believe you are having a baby and engaged!" Stacey squealed as she hugged Mercedes tightly. "I am so glad Sam found you."

"I am glad I found him. My life wasn't a good one before I met Sam." Mercedes said softly as she pushed her food around the plate.

"Mercedes, my brother said he wanted me to make sure you eat."

"I just don't have an appetite. But so you won't have to deal with your brother." Mercedes took a forkful of food and bit it.

Stacey smiled. "Thank you. Now, how about you tell me about your life. You know ours, Sam practically saved us."

Mercedes sighed. "Not much to tell; mom left when I was young, and I had to take care of my family. But they let me down in the worst way, and I never really forgave them. Being with Sam is like getting a second chance at happiness; I am happy here. Really really happy."

"Good, now I see that you have eaten; I can lead you to Sam. He was setting up for you; he has a surprise."

Mercedes laughed. "Another surprise?"

Stacey nodded as Mercedes stood. She led her to a back room and knocked three times. Mercedes was still finding new places around the mansion, rooms she didn't even realize were there.

Sam opened the door and smiled. "Why, hello, baby momma."

Mercedes snorted. "Can you call me something else, please?"

"Okay, Finacee." He said, leaning in and kissing her. He pulled her into a room that could only be described as a home gun range. There were seven booths side by side, each with its own divider. Behind them stood a table with a cooler and different color lock boxes.

"Sam, what is this?"

"This is my private gun range. We can go to one around town, but I feel safer here."

Mercedes shook her head in surprise. "Tell me, how many other secret rooms do you have here?"

Sam shrugged. "It's a three-story mansion, Mercedes, and that houses our family; there are a lot of secret rooms."

She nodded. "Why am I here?" She asked, looking around.

Sam led her to one of the shooting booths and held up a box. "This is for you, My Queen."

Mercedes smiled brightly as she as she opened the box and gasped. She pulled out a deep purple rose-imprinted handgun. "Sam…is this mine?"

Sam nodded. "You want to be in this life, so you need to know how to protect yourself. You need to know how to make sure that you can handle a gun."

Mercedes nodded. "I guess I can understand that."

Sam moved behind her, moving her hair to the side as he grabbed the headphones. "I am used to the sound, but you aren't, so put this on." He said, helping her. Then he grabbed the goggles. "And this."

Mercedes put the goggles on and smiled. She looked behind her at him and smirked. "How do I look?"

"Beautiful." He said, placing a kiss on her neck as his hands grabbed her hips. "Pick up the gun and hold it."

She did what he said, and he moved his hands up her body, showing her how to stand and aim. "Now, this is the safety you want to make sure that is on while you carry, but you can take it off now to shoot."

Mercedes listened and smiled, turning back towards the target. "It is weird that I feel like Deadshot right now, and I need more guns."

Sam laughed, shaking his head. "Just shoot the target."

Mercedes took a breath and shot it, falling back slightly on Sam with a laugh. "Wow! This is nothing like shooting a bow…."

"Who said it was like shooting a bow?" Sam shook his head.

"Movies! You have people go from guns to bows, it's assumed."

Sam laughed at her hard, and she shook her head. "Shut up. Just shut up and teach me how to shoot this thing. I missed that shot entirely."

Sam pulled her closer to him; his lips went to her ears. "Take a deep breath." She did as he said. "Now stare at the target and lift the gun. Close your right eye and line up your target, then shoot."

Mercedes lifted it and jumped in shock as she hit the target. It was in the arm, but she didn't care."

Sam kissed her cheek. "Do it again. This time try to steady your hand."

Mercedes closed her eyes for a moment and took a deep calming breath. Sam gripped her hips tightly, kissing her neck and causing her to break off in a moan. "I can't shoot with you doing that."

She sucked at her pulse point. "Yes, you can. Concentrate."

Mercedes tried to tune out Sam, running his hands over her stomach and shooting off three more shots."

Sam whistled as he hit the button to pull the target back to them. "Looks like my girl can shoot. A few more lessons and you will be ready for anything. Now put the safety back on and put it down."

Mercedes smiled, putting on the safety and turning towards him. "Thank you, Sam; I have never fit in as much as I have here."

Sam pulled her close, lifting her and sitting her on the booth counter. "It's time for your reward."

"My reward?"

Sam lifted her dress, running his hands up her thighs. "Yep, anything you want."

"If that's the case, I want you to grab me a few things, and I want to make dinner for everyone. I want to show you guys how much I love you and the family."

Sam nodded. "Make me a list, and I will do it for you, but first, seeing you shooting that gun…so hot."

Mercedes laughed, reaching for his belt. "Yeah? How hot?"

"So hot I need to fuck you now," Sam growled.

Mercedes spread her legs as Sam moved with the quickness thrusting inside of her.

"Sam! Oh yes!" She screamed out, holding his shoulders as Sam sped up his actions.

"I love hearing you scream for me."

"Sam!" She arched her back, wrapping her thighs around his waist and pulling him in deeper.

Knock knock

Sam growled as someone knocked again. "Sam, we have a meeting in 30 minutes; we gotta go."

"Go away!" Mercedes screamed out. "He's busy!"

Sam smirked, biting down on her shoulder and then running his tongue across the bite. Sam pulled out of her, smiling as she whined. "Don't worry; I am not done with you, baby." He helped her off the counter and turned her around, bending her over and gripping her hips as he thrust into her.

KNOCK KNOCK

"Sam, the Irish don't like to be kept waiting."

"Fuck! So big!" Mercedes screamed out, arching up as Sam snaked his arm around her stomach, moving to her clit.

"Cum for me, Merce, so that I can get to my meeting."

Mercedes gripped the counter as she came hard, screaming out and milking him for all he had as he came for her. "I love you so much, Sam."

Sam turned her around and kissed her soundly. "I love you too, Merce. Always. Now let's go so that Puck will get off my back."

She started to walk away, but Sam stopped her and handed her her gun. "Always keep this on you; I will have Santana or Stacey get you a holster. I don't want you unprotected when you go out."

Mercedes nodded as they walked out of the room to an annoyed Puck. "We are going to be late."

"So, they either deal with it, or we will get a new supplier." Sam said with a shrug.

"It's no wonder she's pregnant; ya'll hump like rabbits." Puck mumbled.

Stacey and Quinn ran up to Mercedes. "Okay, let us see it."

Mercedes was confused at first but then raised her gun. "Oh, you mean this?" She stuck a pose, and Quinn laughed.

"Oh, I got to get in on this." She moved to Mercedes and grabbed her gun. "Come on, San, Stace, let's get our Charlie's Angel on. Puck, take a photo."

"We gotta go." Puck huffed.

"Noah Puckerman!"

Puck groaned, grabbing his phone. "Fine, hurry up."

Quinn moved everyone into position, and the girls held up their guns, posing.

"Weren't there only three Angels?" Puck questioned.

"Shut the hell up and take it," Santana warned.

Puck rolled his eyes, taking the photo and a few more with them changing poses.

"Puck, send those to me, and I will send them to everyone else." Quinn beamed.

Mercedes looked at Sam and wrapped her arms around him. "When you come home, we are going to celebrate just like you wanted, okay?"

Sam nodded. "Yes, Ma'am." He kissed her as he and Puck left. Mercedes turned and smiled.

"Ladies, we have some shopping to do."

Mercedes danced around the kitchen with Quinn as they cooked a meal for everyone. It took a bit of back and forth before they all agreed on an Italian-themed dinner, so Mercedes made a couple of pans of Lasagna with garlic bread and a salad. She and Quinn were making the salad when Santana walked in.

"We are going to have at least 15 mouths to feed. Do you think we have enough?"

Mercedes nodded. "Yeah, we will, and then some. They will love my sauce, and it's my secret recipe." She boasted.

"Well, what are we having for dessert? Cause you know we all can eat."

Mercedes opened the oven. "Well, I can't cook any Italian desserts, so I went with three apple pies."

"I love me some apple pie." Stacey said, walking in. "The guys just pulled up, and I am gonna go to the wine cellar; who wants to help?"

"I got you." Quinn said, smiling.

"I am gonna go greet my man and see if I can pull him away before dinner." Mercedes smirked, walking towards the front door. She walked out smiling as she saw Sam get out of the car. She ran over to him and jumped into his arms, pulling him in for a kiss. "Hi."

Sam laughed as he kissed her back. "Well, if this is how I am gonna be welcomed every time I am gone, I will leave more often; you do realize I was only gone a few hours."

"Maybe I was just happy to see you." She said.

Sam put her down, smiling. "Dinner guests are arriving, so I hope you prepared something good."

Mercedes nodded. "You know I threw down in that kitchen."

As the cars drove up the driveway, Mercedes frowned, seeing a man run up the driveway. Mercedes froze, seeing him pull out a gun.

"Sam, get down!" She screamed.

"This is from Russell." The man said.

Sam turned to see the man aiming at Mercedes and drew his gun, jumping in front of her. Two shots zoomed past Mercedes's head as Sam shoved her to the ground while she pulled him down with her.

Sam got off two shots, and the man fell to the ground as Puck, and everyone ran out to help.

"Sam, you are pretty heavy; I'm gonna need you to move over so I can get up," Mercedes said.

Sam remained lifeless, lying on her.

"Sam? SAM?!" Mercedes moved as much as she could to flip him over and screamed as she saw blood all over her hands and clothes.