I heard you, and here's another chapter of Lies! I really hope you enjoy it! Hmm, what should I update next? Let me know in the comments!

I know I am not as fast as I used to be. I have books that I am editing and writing and then raising three boys alone... but trust and believe that as long as I am here, and as long as you still want to read Samcedes stories, I am here to write for you. Stay Blessed!

Sam took a breath as he paid his Uber driver and then walked up the path to the address that Santana sent him. The house was a beautiful ranch home with greyish-blue siding and white trim. The front yard was neatly cut, and the wrap-around driveway was.

The stones in the front were a touch he knew that Mercedes loved. The house was hers, down to the dark blue door.

He didn't think he could be more nervous than he was until he raised his hand to knock on the door.

When his flight landed, he texted her to say he was there. Santana let him know that Mercedes wasn't home but was due home in an hour, so he needed to get there before she arrived so he could get in.

She also let him know that should Mercedes get pissed, she had no part in any of this.

Shifting his bag on his shoulder, Sam knocked on the door, looking around the quiet street as he waited for Santana to answer.

The door flew open, and to his surprise, Puck stood before him.

"You aren't the pizza…" Puck said, shaking his head.

"What are you doing here?" Sam asked, shifting his bag to his shoulder.

"I am here to hang out with my friends and my nieces. Surprised you are here, though. Finally grew a pair?"

Sam closed his eyes. "Look, man, I know that I screwed up..."

"That's what you think you did?" Puck said, folding his arms across his chest. "You were my best friend, someone I depended on, and then you cut me off. I told you that Mercedes and I were just friends. That she loved you more than anything. Even if you thought I was scummy enough to do it, how could you think Mercedes would?"

"Look, I don't know. I was sleep-deprived and drunk, and when Penny showed me the test results, I lost it. I am sorry, I am really sorry. That bitch cost me my best friend and the love of my life. I can't apologize enough."

"I am not the one who needs you to apologize. That woman who gave her heart to you put her personal life on hold for two years, waiting for you to show up. Then…THEN! You show up at her grandmother's funeral, get her pregnant, and ignore her to go back to Penny. You are an asshole."

"I am!" Sam volleyed back. "I am an asshole, a loser; I am all the bad things you can think to call me. But that is the love of my life and my child, and I am going to do anything I can to fix what Penny broke…what I broke."

"What the actual hell!"

Sam froze and slowly turned, and he was met with the angry eyes of his ex-wife.

"What the hell are you doing here?!" She hissed.

Sam stepped back, throwing his hands into the air, as Puck laughed. "Yeah, you are on your own. Bye."

"I uh…Hi Mercedes."

"Hi Mercedes? HI MERCEDES!" She growled. "You show up here after ignoring me and say Hi Mercedes? And don't think I am not gonna kick Santana's ass because she had to have given you my address!"

Sam took a small step forward. "Please…Mercedes, if you would just listen to me."

"No." She said flatly.

"No?" He questioned, surprised.

"I didn't stutter; I said no. Matter of fact, I take that back. Hell No!"

Mercedes pushed past him to enter the house, but Sam moved before her. "You can't just send me away, not now. Not after everything it took to get me here."

"I could give a shit what got you here! Move!"

"No!" Sam said standing his ground. "Mercedes, if you don't talk to me, then you can at least let me see her."

Mercedes's eyes widened. "Son of a bitch. How dare you!"

"How dare me? How dare you! Keeping a child from her father!"

Mercedes shook her head with a laugh. "I kept you from her? I called you when I found out, and your fiancee' told me you wanted nothing to do with me. It's not that I believed her; she is a known liar, but when I called you back, you blocked my number. So I stopped calling you. I sent you three letters because your parents, Puck and Santana told me I should, and you ignored them."

"Whoa…wait…Just…please. We were not engaged. We never dated after you Merce. Yes, I have dated other women, but not Penny. I had no idea that she blocked you or hid your letters until last night. But that's my child there, and I want to know her."

"Are you sure?" Mercedes questioned. "I mean, you accused me of getting pregnant by your best friend; no accusations right now?"

Sam shook his head, staring at her. "No, none. You tell me. I am done assuming things." Sam moved closer to her. "So tell me, Mercedes. Once and for all. Tell me, do we have a daughter?"

Mercedes stared at Sam, standing up tall. "No, Sam, you don't have a daughter."

Sam's face dropped as he stared at her.

"You have two," Mercedes said, her voice breaking.

Sam froze as he stared at her, "T-two?"

Mercedes closed her eyes and moved to the side, letting Sam in. Sam hesitated for a moment before he stepped inside the home.

As he walked through the foyer, Mercedes shut the door and walked further into the house.

Sam followed her into the open-concept living/dining/kitchen and stopped in his tracks as two young girls sat on either side of Santana. Bailey sat next to Puck.

Sam felt the wind be knocked out of him as he stared at two adorable twin girls. Their sandy blonde hair was in a bun with a mass of curls, and as they looked up at him, their green eyes mirrored his own, answering any other question he could have had.

"Bout time you showed up, Trouty, though you are two and a half years too late." Santana scolded.

Sam stared at the beautiful girl, his heart racing as he knelt down. "You two are so beautiful. You look like your mom."

"And have your eyes," Mercedes said softly.

Sam looked at her, and the two little girls stared at him while he wiped a tear from his eyes.

"Wha-Who-." Sam blinked back more tears as one of the girls climbed down from the couch and moved over to Sam.

"Sad?" She asked, and Sam shook his head.

"Happy, so very happy." He said softly.

"That's Jamie…Jamison Virgina, she's the sensitive one who loves purple." Mercedes said.

Sam looked at the little girl and smiled. "It's nice to meet you, Jamie."

Jamie eyed him for a moment before hugging him. "Hug, better."

Sam nodded. "Yes, a hug makes everything better."

Mercedes wiped her eyes, looking away. "The one side eyeing you right now for hugging her sister is Santana's Twin, Annabelle Grace, or Anna. She loves red and is very wary of people."

"As she should be," Santana said, glaring at Sam.

"Um, Sam," Mercedes said, clearing her throat. "Can I talk to you? I just need a minute."

Sam stared at her momentarily and then nodded, watching Jamie climb up to sit with her sister. Then, he stood, following Mercedes to what looked like an office.

Mercedes let him enter and then shut the door. "Okay, look, if we are going to do this, then there need to be rules. You are here for what, one or two days? You can get a hotel room, and then we can find time for you to see them in their schedule."

"No," Sam said, crossing his arms over his chest.

"The hell you mean no?"

"I am not here for a day or two; I am here for the foreseeable future."

"I'm sorry, what?" She asked softly.

"The moment I learned the truth, I packed up and left. I don't know what I am going to do, but I know that I want to be where our kids are, where you are."

"No, Sam. No, I can't do that. I won't keep you from your kids, but let me be clear: That ship that had us on it together has sailed. I don't want a relationship; I don't want to be friends. I just want to raise my daughters and work."

"Damn…I thought…" He started.

"Thought what? That I was stupid enough, diluted enough, crazy enough to take you back? Well, I am not. Go back to Penny if you want something more."

"I don't want her, Mercedes; I could have had her if I wanted her."

He knew immediately that he made a mistake after those words left his mouth.

Without giving him a chance to say anything, she opened the door and stepped back as Santana pulled back.

"So we eavesdropping now?" Mercedes asked, shaking her head.

"The Last time you two were alone together, you gave me nieces. I had to make sure nothing happened."

"Nothing is happening or will happen. Sam is going to get himself a hotel and the rest will be figured out." Mercedes said walking away.

Sam and Santana followed her. "Wait," Sam said, catching up. "Can I stay tonight? I just want to see them and know them. I promise no funny business. Please?" Sam begged.

Mercedes rolled her eyes. She hated that he still elicited certain emotions in her. Standing tall, she sighed. "Fine, you can stay tonight, but you will be bunking with Puck in the guest room."

Sam opened his mouth to speak but thought better of it.

"Oh, joy," Puck said softly.

Sam looked at Puck and exhaled. "We are going to have to get through this, man, if I have any hope of fixing my family."

"Ha, as if you have any hope." Mercedes laughed, walking away from him.

"Twins! You knew I had twins and you didn't tell me." Sam growled into the phone as he paced Mercedes's guest room.

"Yeah, nope, we aren't having this conversation. Mary said.

"You could have told me!"

"Alright, son, your mom just tossed the phone at me and walked away. What are you complaining about this time?"

"I have two daughters! None of you thought I should know."

"HEY!" Dwight growled. "Not only did your mother and I try to tell you, but Mercedes tried to tell you from what I heard."

Sam got quiet.

"I'm sorry, son, can't hear you."

"It's not my fault Penny interfered!" Sam defended.

"It's our fault for not telling you, it's Mercedes's fault for walking away, it's Penny's fault for coming between you and her… Sam, you want to blame everyone but yourself. You allowed Penny to come between you and your wife. You did this, Sam, and you have no hope of fixing anything until you wake up and stop blaming everyone for your own bad judgment."

"Amen!" Puck said from the bed.

"Shut up!" Sam hissed.

"Who was that?" Dwight asked.

"While Mercedes is letting me stay the night in her guest room, she is forcing me to share with Puck."

"Ah, well, hey, Puck!" Dwight said happily. "Stop acting like a little boy and grow up Sam, or when Mercedes keeps those kids away from you and you take her to court, your mother and I will be on her side."

"Dad!"

"Grow up and fix it!" Dwight said and hung up.

Sam scoffed, throwing his phone, and groaned. "This is a nightmare."

"It's your fault," Puck said, scrolling through his phone.

"Don't you have a whole ass wife to go back to?"

Puck laughed. "Yes, I do, but I allow my wife to have a weekend once a month with herself. It also allows Bailey to hang with Mercedes and Santana. But you would know that if you hadn't kicked me out of your life on the word of that crazy bitch."

Sam huffed, laying back on the bed. "I can't believe you got married, dude. The same man who sat there doing push-ups so he could sleep with multiple women actually got married."

Puck looked at Sam. "You can thank yourself for that. Seeing you and Mercedes it made me want to propose the moment I learned she was pregnant. But then you decided to ruin your marriage."

Sam ran his hands through his hair, and Puck shook his head. "How could you believe that I would hurt you? That she would hurt you?"

"I told you that I-"

"No!" Puck interrupted him. "I don't want to hear another excuse. That woman showed you that she loved you every day, and you just believed a lie."

Sam looked at Puck. "I saw you two together…I had just gotten home after a pretty bad test. I was feeling low and saw you and her share a long hug on our porch. She was in a robe, and you had your jacket in your hand. And then she started dressing more sexy, buying Lingere, and taking care of what she wore. I thought that meant that she was doing it for you. Then I told myself that's crazy, and so cliche there is no way my best friend and wife are together."

"And then the bitch told you that we cheated, and you figured what you saw was true?"

Sam nodded.

"I remember that day. I had come over to talk to you, but Mercedes said you were gone, and she could see I needed to talk. I woke her up because she had just gotten back."

"From the Fashion show in Paris…yeah…" Sam added.

"I was tired of running around, and I wanted to settle down with Zara. Mercedes told me about how you made her better and how love does that. And I wanted what you had. If you had just talked to me or Mercedes, then Penny wouldn't have gotten to you."

"I was scared. Everything with Mercedes was going too well. We were happy, and I was waiting for the shoe to drop. Even after Penny told me, I didn't believe her, but I was drunk. Then I woke up, and all of Mercedes' stuff was gone. Penny handed me the divorce papers and just said it was done. I didn't even remember drawing up the papers. They take at least two weeks, which means Penny planned it from the beginning."

The men sat in silence, and Sam turned towards him. "I am really sorry, man. I am sorry I believed her, and I am sorry I cut you out."

Puck looked at him. "I'm sorry you did that, too. Maybe once you square things away with Mercedes, we can figure out our friendship."

Sam nodded, letting out a breath. "Any advice?"

"None that won't get me killed by three of the scariest women I know. Zara is just as bad as Mercedes and Santana; she legit told me in a fight between Cedes and me, I, her husband and father of her child, would lose."

Sam smiled. "Damn, I like her already."