We'll Be Alright - Discontinued

Chapter Four

Sam looked out the window in his mama's kitchen. It was wet outside as it was raining and snowing.

"Sammy?" Mary Evans called him again and still got no response. She slapped his back with her dish towel. "Samuel Paul Evans!"

He jumped. "Ah! Mom!"

"What's going on with you, sweetheart?" Mary eyed him seriously before taking his square jaw in her hand, twisting his head so she could see better.

"Nothing." He lied.

"Sam, I know my baby." She let him go and set her fists on her hips. "You've been distracted since you came home from tour."

He blew out a breath. "I- I met a girl."

Mary's eyes widened. She wanted him to meet a girl but a good girl, which a girl on the road might not be. "Oh really?"

"Yeah. She's amazing." He had a far off look in his grass green eyes.

She almost smiled at the loving expression on his face but needed answers. "Where'd you meet her?"

"In Connecticut."

"What's her name?"

"Marcy."

"What's she do?"

"She's a doctor."

Her blue eyes widened. A smart girl? "How long have you been together?"

"It was only a week. Six months ago."

"Six months ago?!" And he was still hooked on her? Then again Sam had always loved fast and hard. "Why aren't you together now?"

"I don't think she likes musicians."

"What? Then how'd you get together?"

He blushed. "She didn't know at first."

She sighed deeply. "You know her in the biblical way but you didn't even discuss dating preferences?"

"I'm sorry, Mom. I know better than to-"

She held up a hand. "You're a grown man. I can't tell you how to live your life. Do you even have her number?"

"Yes but she blocked me."

Mary was surprised. This Marcy must have dated a musician and swore off them when it soured. She couldn't say she blamed her. Most famous men were shameful. "Can you find her?"

"Ryan tried but nobody in her town will talk. They just told her that Marcy was 28."

Mary sighed. "Tell you what. Mama will fix this. Just find her and I'll do the talkin."

"Really?!" Unlike most sons, Sam loved his mother to pieces, in private and in public, wholeheartedly. He was a momma's boy and a daddy's boy. He just adored his parents and he relied on them a bit too much but he just loved their relationship. If his mother could get Marcy to talk to him, he'd buy her whatever her heart desired.

"Of course, baby." She cupped his chin. "Mama will make this right."

BE

Marcy stared at the sonograms in her hands. She smiled. She'd held off on learning the genders for six months because of private issues but Dr. Reynolds assured her everything was going according to plan.

Now she knew she was having a boy and a girl.

"I know how private you are." Dr. Reynolds stated.

"Yes?"

"You never gain enough weight with your pregnancies. Effectively you could hide this one until you give birth."