So because you guys gave me such amazing reviews, I decided to give you another chapter! I hope you enjoy it. Its about to get real. Stay Safe and Blessed!

Three Months Later

Mercedes chewed her bottom lip nervously; she sat in the waiting room doctor's office waiting to see if her blood work would come back positive. She was surprised the doctor called her in, considering they had told her at first that she would get a phone call.

Going through the insemination process was difficult, especially finding a donor. She and the girls spent six weeks combing through Schuester Clinic's medical donation list.

After months of searching different clinics, Schuester came highly recommended; even one of Mercedes's co-workers, Emma, went there to conceive with 4.8 stars and great reviews. Mercedes went in and spoke to Teri and Will Schuster, and they both seemed to really care about the well-being of their clients and that of their prospective clients.

And after weeks of shots to prepare her body to drop extra eggs and the search for a donor, they found donor 11839. She called him Idris because, from the description, she was pretty sure that was whose sperm she picked.

The man was 6'4, had an IQ of 165, went to Yale, and had the basketball skills of Michael Jordan and Lebron James. He was perfect, or as perfect as a donor could be.

She was also told to prepare because sometimes it could take months to get pregnant. So she set aside her time and money, and she made sure that she and Cody were good. And while Santana offered to find a man and let her do it for free, Mercedes didn't need that hassle.

It wasn't that she had terrible luck or men were dogs; the truth was that while Mercedes was settled, a lot of men were not ready to settle down and have an instant family. Eventually, she would find a man, but for now, she was happy with her life.

She had a great job where she brought home about $108,000 a year. The great thing about working at the Four Seasons was that they allowed her and Cody to live in one of their three-bedroom suites, eventually letting her save money for a house.

She closed her eyes as her hand moved down to her stomach, wondering if she was actually pregnant. The last three months had been spent working at the Hotel, taking care of Cody, and preparing to get pregnant.

The first month they implanted her with two embryos, and neither one of them took, and Mercedes decided to take a break last month and focus on producing as many eggs as possible, so she did everything possible to help the shots along.

And this month, it worked since they were able to retrieve 18 eggs from Mercedes and when she went in three weeks ago to get implanted. They had four viable embryos. As she refused to let a pregnancy test tell her the truth, she had gone into the office a few days ago for them to do a blood test. And now she was waiting for the results.

Results that would tell her if she was going to be a mom, and that thought consumed most of her brain space, though every once and a while, more often than she would ever admit, her mind roamed to the man she met at the club. After she gave him a room card, she continued to hang with the girls but kept one of her staff members on the lookout in case he showed up. Sadly he never did, and a part of her was relieved.

The attraction she felt to that man would not have been relieved by one night of passion. No, she would have wanted him repeatedly because just one kiss caused her to lose her damn mind. But she was not ready for a relationship and couldn't bring a man into the world she created.

Her phone beeped, and she smiled, seeing it was a group chat from the girls.

QF: Any baby news yet?

SL: Tell them we do not appreciate all this damn waiting.

QF: At all. Like at all!

SL: Why the hell are they making you wait now? Last month you just got a call."

MJ: I know, that is what bothers me about all this.

SL: Look, do you need us to come up there? We are literally down the street at Q's office.

Hearing the door open, she looked up and froze as the man from the club walked in. Immediately she wondered if he remembered her and the way his eyes traveled up from her gladiator sandal heels, to her off-the-shoulder boho sundress and up to her face. She had thrown her hair into a cute messy bun with tendrils hanging down her face.

He raised an eyebrow as she looked at him; the man could hang a suit, that was for damn sure. He wore a black suit with a sky-blue tie, vest, and handkerchief. He put his phone in his pocket and looked as if he was going to say something to her, but another set of doors opened, and a man in a blue pinstriped suit walked out.

"Oh, I see you both are here now; great, we can kill two birds with one stone. Mr. Evans, Ms. Jones, please follow me."

Mercedes looked between Sam and the man before she spoke. "I am sorry. Why is he joining my meeting?"

"Ms. Jones, I can explain everything if you just follow me."

Mercedes nodded, her heart racing as she began frantically texting the girls.

MJ: Wong…somtin wong he here!

SL: Is she having a stroke?

QL: Merce, we told you about rush texting. We never understand what you are writing.

MJ: GET HERE NOW!

Mercedes put her phone away and followed them into the room, seeing Will and his wife sitting at the desk looking terrified.

"Please have a seat Ms. Jones…Mr. Evans."

Sam had snuck a glance toward Mercedes as he took a seat. Watching as Mercedes warily took a seat.

"I am Biff McIntosh, I represent Schuster Clinic, and I am here to make sure we can come to a resolution that benefits us all." The man said.

Sam sat up. "Excuse me, I don't see why I need to be here unless there was a problem with my sample, and even if it is, why am I here with her? No offense."

Biff looked at Will and Teri, and then he looked at Mercedes and Sam. "It seems that there was an issue."

Mercedes sat up on full alert. Something was wrong. "Excuse me, an issue? I am supposed to be in here learning if I am pregnant, and you are saying there's an issue?"

Sam's eyes widened as she spoke, but before he could talk, the man said again.

"Ms. Jones, so the good news is you are pregnant; congrats," Biff said, offering her a smile.

"And the bad?"

"There was an issue with your donor. And that is where you come in, Mr. Evans."

"I'm sorry, what?" Mercedes growled. "You are telling me there was an issue with donor 11839?"

"I am telling you that you were implanted with donor 11838, not 11839."

Sam laughed. "Well, that can't be right. Because I am donor 11838."

"The actual hell?" Mercedes said, standing. "You are telling me that you crazy, unprofessional ass people put the wrong sperm inside of me? And chose this format, to tell me? With a man I don't know hearing my medical information and without my attorney present?"

Will offered her a fake smile. "Ms. Jones, this was an unforeseeable issue. As you can see, 11839 and 11838 are very close, almost identical. And isn't all that matters you are pregnant? Yay, right?"

"No, That is not all that matters, you imbecile." Mercedes spat.

"There is no need to name-call; I am sure we can just calm down."

"Calm down? I know you didn't tell me to calm down! Do you not get how big of a deal this is?" Mercedes said angrily.

Sam, who was silent for a moment, cleared his throat. "So, if I am to understand all of this correctly, the sample I provided for medical reasons and personal ones, you have decided to use it against my wishes and this woman's?"

"When you put it like that, it sounds criminal," Biff said.

Mercedes's phone beeped, and she smiled sweetly.

SL: We are here; where are you?

MJ: Back office, all the way down the hall. You will hear me yelling.

QL: Yelling? Oh hell.

"My Lawyer has just arrived, and I would love to hear what you say about this to her! I MEAN, REALLY, WAS IT SO HARD TO TRIPLE HELL DOUBLE CHECK THE SAMPLES?"

A knock came through the door, and Teri reluctantly opened it. "We are in a meeting."

Mercedes looked, seeing Santana and Quinn at the door. "Oh look, my Lawyer is here. How about you explain this to her."

"Explain what?" Quinn asked as she looked around, seeing Sam and the others.

Mercedes was happy to see Quinn; she was a partner at a legacy law firm. Her father and his partners retired this year, leaving the firm to Quinn and two others. Blaine Anderson and Sebastian Smythe. She hadn't met the two yet since they had all been busy, but she had heard great things about them.

Mercedes glanced at Quinn taking a breath before she spoke. "Oh, so you know how we spent weeks, months trying to find the perfect donor and found it, donor 11839? Well, say hello to donor 11838." She said, pointing to Sam. "The father of my child, because instead of using the correct donor, they used Mr. Evans right here and called this meeting under false pretenses, I assume, so I wouldn't have a lawyer present."

"Seems that way to me, too," Sam added. "Though, unlike Ms. Jones here, I wasn't smart enough to invite mine here." He said, offering her a small smile.

Quinn looked at him. "Oh well, Mr. Evans…is it? I will gladly offer my services to you too. If you'd allow me to discuss a few things here."

Sam looked at Mercedes, who nodded, and Sam offered her a soft nod in return. Quinn cleared her throat and entered Lawyer mode as Santana sat back, taking Mercedes's hand.

"Can I assume you called this meeting to try and silence my clients?"

Biff coughed. "We were just trying to mediate and come to a resolution that's best for everyone?"

"Meaning you were probably gonna offer my clients free medical care or a small fee as long as they signed an NDA, right?" When he didn't answer, Quinn continued. "So this is what I am thinking, you go over there and confer with your clients, and come back with a beautiful number that makes both of them extremely happy."

Will looked as if he would say something, but Quinn raised her hand, silencing him. "Oh, and if you want to take your chance in Court. My name is Quinn Fabray, of Fabray, Smythe, and Anderson. And I know for a fact that this isn't the first offense at this Clinic. You won't win, and it will be much more than what you will give us now."

Biff escorted Teri and Will out of the office, and Mercedes ran her hands through her hair.

Sam turned towards her. "You know I've thought of seeing you again after that night, but learning that you are pregnant with my child, was not how I thought it would happen."

She laughed humorlessly. "Yeah, it's not what I expected either, and this is…."

"Crazy as hell," Santana said.

Sam looked at Quinn, "You are from Fabray, Smythe, and Anderson? So you know Blaine, right?"

"Yeah…"

"Blaine is my lawyer, well, my business lawyer."

Quinn's eyes widened. "You're Sam Evans? That Sam Evans?"

Sam nodded. "Yes, so if you work with him, then I trust you to help me. But are you sure we shouldn't take them to Court?" Sam asked.

Quinn nodded. "Lawsuits like this are my bread and butter, and the fact that they called you two in here and already had a speech in play, this isn't the first time it happened. And that means we have the upper hand. Now if you want, Sam, we can go to Court, but the big picture here is it could be dragged out for months, maybe longer."

"Does that really matter? As long as the end result is they pay, and we make sure this doesn't happen again?"

Quinn looked at Mercedes. "Going to Court will make a bigger payday, not that you need it, considering who you are, but if you want that, we can discuss it, but with Merce being pregnant, I don't want that for her. This is a time she should enjoy not being stressed about."

"Shit…I keep forgetting that you are pregnant." Sam breathed. "Are you, will you.." He didn't even know how to ask it.

"Yes." She said as she knew what he was asking. "I know that it wasn't what I expected, but I want this baby, and I won't get rid of it. At all."

Sam opened his mouth to speak, but the door opened, and Biff walked in, followed by his clients. As they sat down, he sighed. "We can offer them two hundred and fifty thousand as long as they sign an NDA."

"Are you offering Two-Fifty each or one-twenty-five?"

Biff stiffened. "Well, we're thinking…."

"Uh, no. That's not gonna work."

"Fine. two fifty each." He said, offering her a smile as if he had won.

"Santana, how do you say not good in Spanish?"

"No Buena…or for Mr. Evans sake No bueno." She smirked.

"Yes, I remember." Quinn smiled. "No bueno. Try again."

Biff sighed. "Fine, it's pushing it, but we can do 500."

"I'm sorry you must have me confused with someone from your firm. I said give me a number that won't make me go to the better business bureau and tell them exactly how you are ruining people's lives; that won't have my face on the ten o'clock news warning women looking for your help of your…Merce, what is the French word I am looking for?"

"Faux Pas."

"Ah yes, yes faux pas…"

Biff looked at Will, who nodded. "One Million."

Quinn folded her arms. "Last chance to say a number that won't offend my clients, matter fact how about I give you a number."

She holds up her phone, revealing a number and a name. "Tina Cohen-Chang, lead reporter for Channel 8 News. She's a close, personal friend, right Mercedes?"

"Well, I am the Godmother of her daughter," Mercedes said, shrugging.

Sam wasn't usually one to sit back and watch instead of putting his hat in the ring, but seeing these three women go back and forth in such a unique and powerful way was thrilling. They had Biff and those Schuesters sweating bullets. However, he did shoot Blaine a text.

SE: How good is Quinn Fabray at what she does?

BA: Why? Are you trying to replace me?

SE: I wish it were that simple—the issue is with Schuester Clinic.

BA: Really? Is Will being accused of using his own sperm again?

SE: WHAT?!

BA: There are a few women who found out that their sperm was actually his. They settled out of Court last year. Hush, Hush, no one knows. Show this to Quinn then you and I are doing lunch.

SE: Invite Mike; we got some things to talk about.

Sam cleared his throat and nodded toward Quinn. She moved to him and looked at his text, smiling as she looked over to Biff.

"Before you decide to lowball us again, why don't you ask Mr. Schuester how his children are doing."

Will's eyes widened as Quinn showed Sam's phone to Santana and Mercedes.

"One moment, let me confer with my clients." Biff turned to talk to them and, after a moment, turned back to Quinn. "Two Million."

"Three!" Quinn countered.

"Two Five." Biff Stammered.

"Two seven five. Any lower, and we take our chance at Court, where we will probably get ten times that."

Biff sighed. "Fine, Two Seven- Five."

"Each?" Quinn asked, raising her eyebrow.

"Yes," Biff said through gritted teeth.

Mercedes leaned in and whispered to Quinn, and she smiled.

"Fine, Two Million Seven hundred and fifty, and you pay their attorney fees."

Biff's face was beet red, but he maintained his composure. "Of course." He said, lips barely moving. "And you need to assure me they will sign an NDA, and when they come back, they won't speak of this."

"Come back? I never want to see any of you again." Mercedes said. "I will find a different doctor. I still don't even know why I am here! Why I was stupid enough to give you a chance!"

Quinn placed her hand on Mercedes's shoulder. "I will send you our NDA and contract, and I expect the check in my hand by the end of business tomorrow, or I go to the press."

Mercedes looked at Quiin. "I want my eggs, any eggs they still have; I want them. I don't want to wait for them to do whatever with them."

"I would like my sperm, too," Sam said.

Quinn looked at Biff. "You heard them; we want their eggs and sperm now."

"And I want to see what they are doing. None of this changing file numbers."

"We run a legit Clinic! I resent that." Teri spoke up."

"You are good at manipulation; I'll give you that; you say what we all want to hear and make us believe we are in good hands. But we are not. So I want to see my files now, I want my eggs, now, I Mr. Evans sperm, now and if you make me ask again, screwing sparing you, I will take you to Court and own the rights to your name by the time I am done with you." Mercedes growled.

Sam stared at her. "Damn…"

Santana smiled. "Yeah, my girl is sexy when she is all no-nonsense."

It took about twenty minutes, but they were able to get all of the files, and Mercedes learned they had five of her eggs on file, which both scared her and pissed her off. As they left the Clinic, the four of them walked towards the parking deck.

Sam ran his hand through his hair as none of them spoke til they got off the elevator and into the parking garage. "They need to pay; I know the money is good, but…"

"Don't worry; they will," Mercedes said.

Sam frowned. "How we are going to sign an NDA."

"Yes, we are, and it's going to Say that you, myself, and Quinn, as well as her associates, can not speak about what happened today."

Sam shook his head. "Right, meaning they won't pay."

"How many people were in that room, Mr. Evans?" Quinn asked, and his eyes landed on the Latina.

"See, as my clients, you are not able to speak about what happened, and as a member of my firm, even Blaine can't speak about it. But Santana doesn't work for me and has no stake in this can speak to whoever she wants about this."

"Including my Goddaughter's mother; I mean, why wouldn't she tell one of our best friends about the hardship we just went through," Mercedes said.

Santana smiled. "And being a Journalist, I am sure my story will foster some curiosity on her part."

Quinn beamed. "And since Santana has no association with this case, they can not sue you or us."

"And they can try to sue me, but I will spank them like a kid who misbehaved one too many times," Santana said, laughing.

Sam looked at the women. "I honestly feel like I am standing next to evil geniuses; I feel kinda impressed and scared at the same time. You three put everything together in the twenty minutes we were up there, but you weren't talking."

Mercedes held up her phone. "Texting is our bread and butter."

Quinn's phone rang, and she sighed. "I am gonna take this, then we will go to lunch; regardless of the situation, you are still gonna be a momma and give Cody a sibling."

"She's right; let me go pull the car around. Are you following us or coming back for your car?"

"I'll follow." Mercedes said.

Santana nodded, and she and Quinn walked off to the car, leaving her and Sam alone.

Sam cleared his throat. "So I guess we really need to talk about some things?"

She nodded. "I guess we do. However, I understand if you don't want anything to do with this, and it sounded like you really didn't want a child."

"My girlfriend and I have a ten-year plan and-" He froze, seeing her face drop.

"Your girlfriend? Ten-year plan? So you weren't single that night we…."

Sam shook his head. "No, I wasn't… and being in this situation is some karma for you; I didn't come to the Hotel because I didn't want to cheat on her and risk getting you pregnant because the things I wanted to do to you…woo let me just..anyways I didn't show, and you got pregnant anyways."

"My mom always says God had a sense of humor," Mercedes said, looking at her hands. "You don't…you don't have to be in this child's life, Mr. Evans…."

"Call me Sam, please. And I just. I don't know how I am going to explain this to her. Kitty isn't…she won't believe this happened."

"Just show her the check, and she will," Mercedes said, trying to lighten the mood when all she wanted to do was cry.

"Considering I am worth more than a measly Two Million, I don't think she will."

"A measly Two Million? Who the hell are you? Bruce Wayne?" She said, shaking her head.

"What man doesn't want to be Batman?" He flirted, stepping closer to her. "And what woman doesn't want to date Batman?"

Mercedes stepped away from him. "Your girlfriend seems to want to."

Sam frowned. "Sorry, it's just so easy to flirt with you for some reason."

She sighed. "I gotta know, if you have a girlfriend, why did you let that night get as far as it went? I get not showing up to the Hotel; that would have been bad. But you danced with me."

"Nothing wrong with sharing a dance." He said nonchalantly.

"You touched me intimately. And you kissed me."

"You kissed me." He corrected.

"After you told me to kiss you! Besides, you kissed me back; you made me feel like…like you wanted me."

"I did want you." He confessed. "It took everything I had to rip up that card, and then I went to the hotel wanting to see if I could get another key, but I got a call."

"If you are happy and in love, why would you even touch me." She asked.

"Never said I was in love. But in truth, you excited me, but at the end of the day, I am not a cheater, and per the rules my girl and I have, sex is a deal breaker. She tends to get drunk and make out with strangers on her girl's trip."

Mercedes shook her head with a laugh, and Sam folded his arms across his chest.

"What is so funny."

"You are telling me that you can make out with a woman, but sex is too far? Is that how relationships go now?"

"It works for us."

Mercedes shook her head. "You know what, if it works for you, then it works. But I would never be okay with my man kissing other women, and it has nothing to do with not being evolved."

Sam stepped closer to her. "Maybe we just trust each other?"

"Does kissing include body parts because your lips just weren't on mine."

Sam's eyes widened as a smirk played on his lips. "I told you that night, and I will tell you again, you are dangerous." He said, his hands moving to her hips.

"Had I known you had a girl, none of that would have happened." She said, moving away from him.

"It's not like you didn't keep secrets from me; would I have been your donor if I went to the room? Do you go to clubs just to get pregnant?"

She stared at him. "Not that I have anything to prove to you; I was out that night celebrating that I finally had the money to go to the Clinic. It was my last night before I started trying to get pregnant. So no, I wasn't trolling for booty! you ass."

"Oh? And your son's father doesn't mind you using a donor?" Sam inquired.

She laughed, shaking her head. "I adopted Cody four years ago when he lost his parents, asshole! I didn't go to that club to trap a man; I got a donor, so I didn't have to deal with them. Now if you will excuse me, It's time I go."

Sam dropped his hands to his side and sighed. "How can I reach you? You know to talk, you should give me your number."

She shrugged. "No. We don't need to talk. But if we do, have your Lawyer reach Quinn when you wanna talk. About the baby only."

She walked towards her car as Sam looked after her. "I'm sorry." He called out.

She waved him off, pulling out her phone and texting to see where the girls were because she needed to figure out exactly how she felt about all of this.