A/N: So I'm back again, to bring you guys another update on this story. Now this chapter is very Sam heavy, and it's dealing with how he is handling physical therapy. I already know some of you won't like him after this, but come on...you know Samcedes always bounce back from drama. I want to thank my beta Zeejack, for always getting the updates back to me so quickly, and just for being a great friend. So as always, Happy Reading!
***DISCLAIMER*** I own nothing! Please excuse any mistakes, my beta and I are only human.
Two Months Later
Sam was in the gym with his physical therapist Kevin Foster, Kevin was known as one of the best physical therapist in the country, and that's what Sam and Mercedes wanted. They spared no expense in making sure that they secured him for Sam. Even flying him to and from New York where he was living. Their motto was nothing but the best for Sam and his comeback. They had been working hard at getting Sam back into playing shape, and things were looking good. Sam was more than determined to get back on the field, and Kevin was going to make that happen.
So we are going to do one more rep of ten arm curls, okay Sam?
"Sure Kev, whatever you say" Sam grabbed the ten-pound weight and started doing the arm curls.
"You're doing great Sam," Kevin encouraged, "five more…good, that was good Sam."
Sam was feeling good about where he was with the therapy, and he felt stronger. "Kev, you think we could try twenty pounds now? I mean I feel much stronger now, and I think I can handle it."
Kevin shook his head, "No Sam, I think we are right where we need to be right now. I don't want to push the shoulder too much; it could be dangerous."
That was not what Sam wanted to hear, "I think I can handle it, I mean, I feel much stronger now."
"I know how you feel Sam, and it's great that you want to push but with the severity of your injuries, it is not wise to rush the process." He started packing up his equipment, "We will stick to the program as is. No veering from the plans, we don't want you to set yourself back."
Sam's pride was crushed, he was already two months into the offseason and it was not looking like he was going to make it for spring training if he stayed on this slow moving program. He also knew that fighting Kevin was futile, so he sighed, "Fine man, you know what you're doing, and I trust you."
"I'm glad you do, that's why you pay me the big bucks." He laughed and closed his bag, "Okay man I'm going to head to the airport, and I'll see you in a couple days. Remember, do your shoulder exercises twice a day." He slung his bag over his shoulder and headed to the door.
"I got you man, I'll do just that." Sam followed him to the door, "I'll see you in a couple days." He closed the door and leaned against it, letting out a sigh, "I am not going to let him dictate when I get back on the field." He huffed and went right back to the gym to work out some more. Just as he made his way to gym, the phone rang, and it was Mercedes Facetiming him, "Hey baby!"
Mercedes had just finished sound check, and was excited to have a moment to herself, so she could talk to Sam. These last two months had been hard not having him there with her, but they talked every day, and that had to suffice until she got home. She grabbed her phone, and called Sam. She wanted to see his handsome face, so she decided to facetime him. She knew he would just be finishing up his physical therapy, and she wanted to know how everything was going. She smiled brightly when she saw his face appear on her face, "There's my handsome husband, how are you?"
"And there's my beautiful wife, things are good, how's the tour going?" He went and sat on the weight bench.
"The tour is going good, we worked out all the kinks, and now it flows pretty easily. But enough about me, how are you? How's the therapy going?"
"Therapy's going good, you know Kevin is the best, and man he shows me every time he's here." He chuckled, "He is working me so hard babe, it's like he's a coach or something."
Mercedes was so glad to hear that things were going well with Sam's physical therapy, she wanted nothing but the best for him. "That's great baby, I am so glad to hear that things are going well. Did Kevin say how much you're progressing?"
Sam nodded, "It's going great, and he said that I was on the right track, I just need to stick to the regime and I should be back on the field soon."
"That's great baby, I am so proud of you. I know that you have been working hard these last two months, and I can't wait to come home and see your progress." She noticed something in the background that caught her eye, "Um, babe isn't your therapy session over?"
"I can't wait to see you either; I want to flex for my sexy wife." He laughed, but then scrunched her brow when she asked about his session. "Yeah it's over, why?"
"Why are you in the gym?"
Sam closed his eyes, he completely forgot she could see where he was. He didn't want to lie to her, but he didn't want to tell her what his intentions were. He decided that he was going to skirt the truth this one time, but he knew when she saw how well he was doing, she wouldn't be so mad. "I forgot to turn the light out when we finished, so I just came back down here to do that, but then you called, so…."
Mercedes nodded her head, "Oh okay, that makes sense. I just didn't want you trying to do more than you needed to do. Kevin said that you had to stick to his program."
"Oh no, I would never go against Kevin's program, I'm not stupid." Sam stated, knowing full well that he was doing exactly what he was not supposed to be doing.
"I know you're not stupid Sam, but what you can be is an overachiever, and you might try to do more than you're actually ready for."
"I'm sticking to the program Mercy, I promise." He felt guilty, so he decided that he was going to leave the gym, "And just so you can see…" He got up and turned off, and left the gym, "See…"
"I see Sam, and I love you so much baby. I want you to get better, but I want you to be safe while doing it." Mercedes smiled.
"I know you do, and I love you too." Sam made his way up to their bedroom, "I hate to cut this short baby, but I need to take a shower, and then a nap. All that therapy has got me so tired." He yawned to send her the message.
Mercedes could see that he was wiped out, and then her glam squad was coming in to get her ready for the show, "Okay baby, you go rest, I have to get ready for the show anyway. I will call you later." She blew him a kiss before hanging up.
"Okay babe, have a great show, I'll talk to you later." He blew her a kiss and hung up. Sitting on the edge of the bed, he debated on going back down to the gym. He didn't want to lie to Mercedes, and go against Kevin's program, but he knew his body, and he felt like he could handle more weight. He battled back and forth in his head, "Fuck it!" He got up and went back to the gym and worked out for another hour.
Three Weeks Later
Sam was in a little bit of pain during his therapy session, and Kevin could see that he wasn't moving like he used to, so he knew he needed to address it. "Sam, let's stop a little early today, I need to check the progress in your shoulder."
Sam was grateful that Kevin wanted to stop, because the pain in his shoulder was bugging him a lot more than he was letting on. "Oh okay man, if you think it's best." Sam grabbed a towel and wiped the sweat from his forehead. "So what are you looking for?"
"Oh, just how your shoulder is healing." He pulled an instrument out his bag that let him do a quick X-ray, "Hold still Sam." He took the picture he needed, and the image came up on his laptop. What he saw was not what he expected, and he was not happy about it. "Sam, we need to talk."
Sam had an inkling that something was wrong a couple days ago when he felt like he pulled something. He hoped it would be nothing, but seeing the look on Kevin's face let him know that it was serious. "Sure Kev, what's up man?"
Kevin turned his laptop around so Sam could see what he was seeing, "Sam, do you see that white mark going down this muscle here?" Sam nodded, "That wasn't there the last time I checked you out, did you do something to strain your arm?"
Sam was going to try and play it off, "No, not that I know of. I mean I haven't been doing anything special." He could feel his ears burning, but he was already in too deep, so he had to ride this out.
Kevin knew he was lying, this was a sure sign of someone that skipped his program, and tried to expedite the process. He blew out a breath, "Sam, I need you to be honest with me, because I am not going to continue trying to help you if you are going to lie to me."
Sam was so shocked that Kevin was flat out calling him a liar, and he felt some type of way about that, but he was lying, so why did this bother him? "Look man, I told you that I didn't do anything special. And I don't appreciate being called a liar!"
"Fine!" Kevin started packing his equipment up, he had enough. "If you insist on lying to me, then I am gone, and not coming back. I will call Mercedes, and let her know that as much as I appreciate her generosity, I just can't work with someone that is going to insult my intelligence as a physical therapist." He slung his bag over his shoulder, "You have a nice life Sam." And he headed towards the door.
"Wait!" Sam knew he couldn't let him leave, that would be the biggest mistake of his life. If he wanted to play football again, he needed his help. "Please don't leave."
"Are you ready to tell me the truth?" Kevin asked, without turning around.
"Yes, I'll tell you everything." He agreed, "Just don't leave." He watched as Kevin turned back around and took a seat. He motioned for him to begin, "I did accelerate the program a few steps. For the last two weeks I worked out after you would leave and upped the weights. And everything was going good until a few days ago. I felt something pull, but I hoped that it would be fine, but apparently I was wrong."
Kevin was so annoyed, he knew what he was doing, but these athletes always thought they knew more than he did. He only went to school for this, and was deemed one of the best in his field across the country. Hell, Sam and Mercedes sought him out, because of this "Sam do you know what you have done? You have just set yourself back at least a few months. I could have had you ready to be on the field by mid-season, but now, I don't see that happening now."
The look of heartbreak and disappointment was all over Sam's face. He screwed up, and he knew it, but he didn't think it would be this serious. "This has got to be fixable Kevin, you are the best, there has to be something we could do."
"Sam, I am a physical therapist, not a magician, and I can't wave a magic wand, or concoct some magic potion to heal your shoulder." Kevin rubbed his hands on the back of his neck, and groaned in frustration. "You have to let time heal bones, and proper exercise, and what you did was take the injury to a place it didn't want to go yet, so now it is backtracking. This is beyond serious, and if you are not going to take what I say seriously, then we have nothing else to discuss."
This couldn't have been any worse, until his phone rang, and he saw it was Mercedes, and it just got worse. How was he going to tell her that he made things worse? He decided he would just call her back. "Look Kevin, I'm sorry, and I promise that I will not go rogue again, please don't stop being my therapist, I need you."
Kevin liked Sam, and he wanted to help him, so this was so frustration. "Look Sam I am going to give you one more chance, but this is the last chance you get. Either you trust me or I'm out."
"I hear you, and I promise to do exactly what you tell me."
"You need to ice your shoulder the rest of this week at least twice a day." Kevin got up, "I'll see you in a couple days." With that, he got up and left.
Sam was frustrated, he could not believe he just screwed himself. All he wanted to do was play football, and if pushing himself through therapy would help, then he was going to do it. But now, he fucked up, and set himself back. "Stupid, stupid, stupid!" Sam was hitting himself in the head, when his phone rang again, and he knew it was Mercedes again. He sighed and perked up his voice so she wouldn't sense something was wrong. "Hey baby!"
Mercedes had just got off the phone with Kevin and she was livid at what Sam did. When she didn't get Sam the first time, she figured he was in the shower, so she would get an update from Kevin. When Kevin told her what Sam did, she couldn't believe he would do that, but then she should have known he would. He was so stubborn, and always wanted to prove people wrong. "Samuel Evans, what the hell is wrong with you?"
Sam scrunched his face up in shock, "What are you talking about?" She doesn't know does she? She couldn't…right?
She scoffed, is he going to lie to me right now? "You know what I'm talking about, why didn't you follow Kevin's program?"
Shit! He sighed, "How did you find out? Did Kevin call you?" Damn snitch!
"No he didn't call me, I called him to get an update on you. When you didn't answer your phone I figured you were in the shower, so I called him, and he told me that you set yourself back a few months. What were you thinking Sam?"
This was not what he needed right now, he was already beating himself up, and now he had to deal with her kicking him when he was down. "Look Mercy, I know I messed up, but I was trying to kick it up a notch. I just want to play football."
"Sam, do you realize what kicking it up a notch has done? You are just prolonging getting back on the field, and if you keep going this way, you may never play again. Is that what you want?" This was not the conversation Mercedes wanted to have with Sam today, but here they were.
"You know that's not what I want! I just want to play the game I love, is that so wrong." The more they talked, the more upset Sam would get. "This is my life, and my body Mercedes, and I am going to do what I want to do."
"I'm your wife Sam, and we always said we would do this thing called life together. And if you hurt yourself, you are hurting me as well. I want you to do the things you love, but I want you to do it the right way."
"The right way…humph, who really knows what the right way is?" Sam had so many emotions going through his body, he just couldn't process what she was saying, all he felt was beat down by her. "I know my body Mercedes, and I know how far I can push myself."
She rolled her eyes, "Oh you do huh? Is that why you set yourself back? Because you know how hard to push?"
"Don't go there Mercedes…." Sam said gritting his teeth.
"What? I'm just asking Mr. All Knowing why he is in pain right now, since he knows how much to push himself!" Her frustration levels were through the roof, and she was not holding back.
"Just drop it Mercedes, I will deal with this, and you keep on being a superstar, on the road, while I deal with my injuries."
She looked at the phone like it grew a head, "Is that where you want to go Sam Evans?"
"What? Just speaking facts." Sam knew he was treading on dangerous grounds right now, but in this moment, he didn't care. "Are you not on the road? Are you not being a superstar? Am I not home alone?"
"You made that decision! I wanted you to come with me, but you didn't want to, and now I see why."
"And why is that Mercedes, please enlighten me?"
"Because you knew I was going to make sure you did everything you were supposed to, and not push yourself beyond your limitations. So you stayed home so you can do it your way, and look where that got you."
"Maybe you're right, maybe I did stay at home so I can do things my way…for once in my damn life! Because we all know that Queen Mercedes has to have things done her way or no way. I'm a grown ass man, and I can't even stay at home without you having people check on me like I'm fucking ten years old!"
That hurt her, Mercedes never knew he felt that way. "Well excuse the hell out of me Sam, I was just trying to make sure you had everything you needed, but you know what Mr. Grown Ass Man, and I put the emphasis on ASS, you don't have to worry about me checking up on you again, or anybody else for that matter. I'll call Constance and tell her that her services are no longer needed. And I'll call Tina to let her know that she doesn't have to check on you ever again!" She was on the verge of crying, but she was not going to give him the satisfaction.
"Fine! That's exactly what I want!" He was lying, that's not what he wanted, but his pride would not allow him to admit that.
There was a long pause between them, neither one wanting to hang up, but neither wanting to talk. It was a strange moment, but Mercedes decided to break the silence first.
"Sam, this is a marriage, and I am going to stick with you through the good and the bad times, but baby, you are really dragging me through this bad time with you right now." She felt so helpless in that moment, she had done all she could for him, and he acted as if she had done nothing. There was still silence and she was waiting on him to say something, "Sam…are you there?"
Sam coldly laughed, "Oh I'm here, and if it's too hard…"
She knew where this was going, and she couldn't believe he was going to go there, "Don't you dare finish that sentence Sam!"
"Then maybe you should get off!" He hung up the phone.
"Sam! Oh no he didn't!" She tried to call him back a few more times, before she got frustrated and threw the phone across the room. The tears were flowing, and she was a sobbing mess. She looked down at the object sitting in front of her, and that made her cry more. "I didn't even get to tell him." She picked up the pregnancy test that read POSITIVE!
Sam had been sitting in the living room for hours in the dark. He was replaying the conversation he had with Mercedes over and over in his head, and he knew he messed up. He tried to call her back several times, but it went straight to voicemail. He was getting antsy, and worried that he had taken this too far. He picked up his phone and called the one person he knew would get him straight.
"Hey Sam! What's going on? I haven't heard from you in a while." Puck said, excited to see his boy calling him.
"Puck man, it's been too long." Sam replied, "I need your help though, I totally fucked up with Mercy."
"Damn Sam, what did you do now?" Puck shook his head, "And might I add, I don't appreciate the only time you call me is because you need Puck to fix your fucked up situations."
"That's not…." He had to stop himself, because it has been a long time since he called, and now he does need Puck to fix his fucked up situation. "Okay how about this, next time I'm in LA, I'll buy you dinner."
"And one expensive bottle of wine!" Puck added, "So what's going on?"
Sam agreed to the wine, and told him everything that went on between him and Mercedes, and the physical therapy. He knew Puck was going to blast him, and he was ready for it.
"Sam…you fucked up!" Puck spat out, "What the hell were you thinking?"
"I don't know…" Sam chimed in.
"You're damn right you don't know, are you trying to lose your wife already? I mean damn Sam you basically told her to leave your dumb ass!"
Sam dropped his head, "I know, it was stupid, but I was so pissed off. I was mad that I hurt my arm more, mad that I got caught, and then when she came at me like that, I just lost it. I don't want to lose my wife, but all I seem to be able to focus on is this therapy. And hearing I set myself back, just kills me.
Puck started chuckling, "And that is why your dumb ass should have gone on tour with Hot Mama, because she could have distracted you from just thinking about the damn therapy. It's not healthy to go through things like this by yourself. When you're alone, you have so much time to think, and make bonehead decisions like you did."
Sam knew he was right, but he really felt it would be better to focus on his injury, so when she got back, he would be in a better head space.
Puck continued, "You need a distraction, and if you are as smart as you say you are, then you need to go spend some time with your wife. Let her know that you want to be with her, and she is not the enemy." Santana walked into the room wearing the skimpiest lingerie set he had ever seen, and his mouth went dry.
Sam could hear Santana in the background, and from the sound of her tone, he knew he was not going to be talking to Puck too much longer. "Is that Santana?"
Puck nodded his head, forgetting he was on the phone and Sam couldn't see him. He finally got his composure for a minute, "Yeah it is, and I got to go, but remember what I said. Make this right Sam, and you could be enjoying what I'm about to enjoy right now." He looked back over at Santana and let out a breath, when the lingerie that was on her body, was now on his face, "Damn…talk to you later man." And he quickly hung up the phone.
Sam laughed, his friends were still freaks, but Puck was right, he had to make this right. He didn't know exactly what he was going to do, but he knew whatever it was, had to be big.
A/N: So there you have it! I know Sam is being a jerk right now, but in the next chapter, you are going to see Mercedes reaction, and it's not going to be pretty. Yes Mercedes is pregnant! Now the big question is, when is she finally going to tell Sam? DUN-DUN-DUN! Please let me know what you think!