Satisfaction (Sam/Finn)
Title: Satisfaction
Rating: PG-13
Characters/Pairings:Sam/Finn
Warnings: mpreg...
Spoilers: none
Disclaimer: Glee is not mine
Posted to Weekly Writing Challenge at gleempreg
The quiet of the restaurant was ripped apart by another round of obnoxious laughter from the ladies two tables to the left of where the Hudson-Evans family was trying to enjoy their dinner. Their two year old was pushed his hands against his ears when one of the ladies when off into an equally loud story.
"I think Chris wishes we'd just stayed in." Finn commented managing to hide most of his amusement.
"His brother agrees." Sam winced as he felt a particularly strong kick in his protruding abdominal area. His pregnancy hormones had caused the usually laid back thirty year old to get agitated increasingly faster. (His father-in-law had even made the mistake on commenting that pregnancy had made Sam snarkier than Kurt.) The general uncomfortableness of the third trimester and a cranky toddler in addition to the cackling woman made it increasingly harder to ignore the growing agitation.
Finn, for his part, tried to help. Sam was aware of that when Finn reached across the table to grasp his hand. And when that didn't help, Sam knew that his husband's supposed restroom trip was what led to the restaurant's manager to have a word with table of now alcohol assisted middle age women.
In keeping with Finn's lifetime history of trying to help, the plan backfired. The manager's request does take their volume down a notch or two, it still leaves one of the ladies offended enough to go on a tirade against men just loud enough for everyone to know what she is talking about. Sam took a deep breath and signaled for their waiter to bring the check. Bits of the lady's anti-man rant wafts over to them as they shuffle leftover into To-go boxes.
"So glad I signed those papers...Men they think they have it rough...The only pain they have is getting kneed in between the legs. And come on ladies, really, tell me...which do you think really hurts worse..." Sam's nearly ashamed that he's paid attention, but with the topic they turned to it was hard not, "giving birth or getting kicked in the balls?" She finished with a self-righteousness that was the final straw for Sam. He looked to his husband, passing the check when it arrived, "Finn, babe, take care of that...use the debit. Christopher and I will meet you at the car. Finn wasn't able to process Sam's actions fast enough to stop him.
Sam pushed the chair back, un-tucking his rather large baby bump from under that table, situated Chris as comfortably he could around the bump and proceed to the table full of ladies.
"Excuse me," He cleared his throat politely as all four of them turned their neck to look at him. "Just to answer your question: I would rather give birth to a thousand kids than get kicked in balls. And I would rather be kicked in the balls a thousand time than subject my family," He used his free hand to pat the bump, "To the obnoxious sounds of your self-righteous bitching. Fine have a conversation, just don't have it loud enough to include everyone who don't give a shit."
For the first time in two pregnancies people were gaping open mouthed at him and he didn't feel a little embarrassed by his condition. Instead he kept his head and as proudly as he could manage waddled towards the exit. As he passed the table he had just finished eating at he noticed the look of red faced, but proud, amused expression on his husband's face. He didn't hear (or he did, and chose to ignore) Finn mumble, "Dad was so right...Can't wait to tell Kurt..." under his breath.
Sam had Chris buckled in and was waiting in passenger seat when Finn finished with the bill. The pair of them remained silent as they pulled out of the parking lot. Finn waited until they came to stop at the first light before he broke his silence.
"Sam?"
"Yeah, babe?"
"I was thinking."
"Um-hmm."
"I thought you said when you were having Chis that you would rather have your balls used in a game of soccer than thrown into a meat grinder before you gave birth again." Sam didn't answer so Finn continued. "I mean I only remember because you were breaking my hand the whole time you were screaming it."
If it had been light outside Finn would have seen the red appear on Sam's face, "I know. I just really didn't want to give those women the satisfaction."
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