Don’t Make Me Over 25
Yet another month passed. It hadn’t been drama laden, but it hadn’t exactly been drama-free. Sam wouldn’t let her see the fairy tale book. He had already decided that he wasn’t going to show it to her until Christmas day and that she wouldn’t see it again, until it was a finished product that he presented to Babycakes. The plans for the Jones-Evans Christmas Holiday were going… as to be expected. With people as different as the Jones and the Evans, Jonesy was pretty sure that if nobody was killed, then Christmas would be a complete success! She still had a couple of days for that to fall through, though.
She would have wanted to hold off for such a family gathering until the following Christmas, AFTER the birth of her child, “whose existence inside of me depends highly upon my welfare concerning the matters outside of me,” she told Maryvonne, when trying to postpone a two family Christmas; but she was met with Ryvie’s logic.
“I might be dead by next Christmas,” the woman said, silencing her daughter’s efforts in one sentence, instead of initiating an argument. But, Mercedes drew the line at having her aunts and cousins there. Just the Godfrey/Maryvonne household and the Dwight/Mary household, and that still would be a stressful gathering. These were probably the most stressful holidays that she had experienced in a long time.
It was also the most anticipated one that she had experienced, ever. She was baking for her group therapy Christmas party and singing, as she did. Mary gave her a few recipes, one of which, she was going to surprise Sam with on Christmas morning (gingerbread pancakes, his childhood Christmas favorite), which Mary insisted that she had to learn to make if she was going to bring the tradition into their new family. Also, she had bought herself a few books right after Thanksgiving holiday, on discount. Praise!
Next chapter, some Samcedes by the lake nice times, amongst other things. Mostly, Samcedes by the lake nice times… Sorry about the long pauses between updates, but there should be another chapter up, soon, K? Love y’all!
Back to normal. Back to normal… that was all that she wanted to do – to get back there! But how could she ever? Her “normal” had been shifted, and Emma was not making it any easier. She wished that Puck was around. When he was, it didn’t matter when her normal shifted, because he took care of everything else and made her normal feel that same old normal. God, she still missed him, so much. She felt guilty about it. It would hurt Sam, if he knew, but she couldn’t help who she missed. Puck had been one of her best friends for most of her life. “Are you alright?” She heard Emma ask.
“Yeah, how about you?” She answered. Emma probably was going to say something sassy or obnoxious. She had been extremely disagreeable lately.
Emma looked at the plate in front of her and said, “They gave me ranch again, instead of blue cheese dressing.”
“So, you’re not gonna eat it?” Mercedes asked.
“I don’t like ranch. I’ve told them,” she said.
Mercedes waved over someone and asked, “Does anyone see me?”
“He’s pretending that he doesn’t,” Emma said. “But, he’s looking right at us. He knows that you can’t see. He knows that I’m… He thinks that I’m not all there…” Mercedes heard shuffling.
“Emma?” She called, but the woman didn’t answer, then she heard commotion. “Marley!” Mercedes called. She reached into her bag for her phone. Marley was supposed to be right back! She had to make a quick phone call and visit the ladies’ room and she was going to come right back to the table!
“I am so sorry,” she heard Marley saying.
“Marley? Where’s Emma?” She asked, but they were too far from her for Marley to hear the question.
“Get them out of here!” She heard a man’s voice snap.
“Right away,” Marley said, reaching for Mercedes’ hand.
“Marley? What happened?” Mercedes wondered.
“Emma poured blue cheese dressing on the waiter’s head,” Marley said.
“It wasn’t blue cheese,” Emma corrected.
“Emma…” Mercedes sighed, “You can’t do that.”
“Yes, I can. I can and I did and I feel very good about it. I’m glad that I made that choice. Can I have a salad with some blue cheese dressing, for real, now?” She asked.
“Yeah, but we have to get it from somewhere else. We’re being kicked out,” Mercedes said, finding Emma’s hand.
“I know that, Mercy. Despite what all of you think, I have very good understanding.” Emma said, chuckling. Then, Mercedes heard her say, “Bye, Mister Waiter!”
I don’t mean to spend so much time on this Thanksgiving holidays portion, but a lot happens here, so, I hope you can enjoy.
I have to dedicate this chapter to my fanfiction babymama, Zeejack, because this story has been almost as much her baby as it has been mine and a recent PM I got from her inspired the end of this particular chapter. Love you so much, Girl!
Don’t Make Me Over 22
“Why don’t you tell me why it is that you seem to think that your relationship with Mercedes isn’t real?” Dwight asked, setting out a few necessities for the cooking session. Sam chuckled a little bit. As a child, he always loved watching his father in the kitchen. He was like a way cooler version of one of those cooking programs on television. He set everything out, announced what everything was and gave instructional steps the entire time. It was great to watch him do this smoothly, still makes jokes and even kiss on Mary or toss one of his kiddos into the air. He even sometimes let them add in the next ingredient. Cooking with Dad was a fun time. Sam wasn’t sure if he wanted to ruin that special part of his life with this kind of talk.
When Sam didn’t reply, Dwight sighed, sympathetically and said, “Why don’t you melt the butter in the big saucepan for me. I’ll pass you along the stuff to add into it.” Sam complied. He felt kind of like little boy again. Sometimes, he wish that life was as simple as it had been as a child. He couldn’t imagine what was going through his dad’s head as he looked at him that way, but soon enough, he would probably have similar looks. In a short period of time, he was going to sort of be a dad, himself. And… it sometimes felt kinda fucked up. “You need to add in your onion juice, the garlic juice, hot sauce, Worcestershire sauce, black pepper, red pepper, and Daddy’s all-time favorite…”
“Double Bastard Ale,” Sam said.
“Double. Bastard. Ale.” Dwight finished his own sentence, for extra measure. “While you blend that up real good, I’ll work on some other thins myself. Still waiting on the answer to that question, Sammy.”
I am so confused. I’m catching up on the one with bend-it-like-evans and them and my brain hurts. I thought that Alfred was the grandfather, but it’s also the name of her dad? And his grandfather was also Samuel? And their grandparents and their parents had affairs with each other? Is that correct? Somebody reading help. I don’t want to b other the RPers with my confusion.