Just an idea that keeps running through my head.

TITLE: Family
AUTHOR: Missfae

FANDOM: The Sentinel

Pairing: Jim/Blair; Simon/Rafe

RATING: G or NC-17 depends on my muse
WARNINGS: m/m slash, sometimes explicit, sometimes not, mpreg, violence, racial issues, prejudice and character death.

Disclaimer: Don't own the characters… just playing with for awhile. The Sentinel and its characters are the property of……

SUMMARY: How far will you go for a friend? What if it may cost your life?

The first of what I hope to be a Jim/Blair; Simon/Rafe family series.

Teaser

12:30 am

I look at him andfallin love all over again. He can be both the kindest and the most infuriating person that I've ever met. I mean, how can a person be smart, funny, witty, soft, stubborn, opinionate, irresponsible, hard as nails, and passionate … usually in the same moment? But that he is and I love him for it.

Even now, as he lies there with his long russet curls, curls that he complains are too long, fanned over the pillows I experience the familiar tug of desire that I get whenever he is in my senses. But then again, is he ever completely out of my senses?

Even when I can't actually hear his heartbeat or breathing, when I can't smell his musk or shampoo that signals that he is or has been near, or when I can see him afar off, is he ever really out of my mind or heart? Who can answer that? Well… I can, with a resounding, unequivocal…no!Just as I am a part of him, he is now and will always be a part of me.

I continue watching his sleeping form and, not for the first time, notice how beautiful he is. I know that's a strange thing to saw about a man, but… he is beautiful. He's not tall, only 5'8" and 150 lbs, on a good day. He a little heavier now but if anyone who went through what he did would be too; although, I'm sure that he will have no problems losing the weight. His hair, is naturally curly hair is now mid-back, which is longer than his usual shoulder-length. I think he keeps it that way for me. He knows that I enjoy the silky feel and the apple smell as I bury my hands and nose deep in the curls when we make love.

His face, so youthful looking is even more so in sleep. There are no worry lines or frowns. Just calmness and a faint blush on his cheeks as he breathes through full red lips that are slightly parted. As I watch, he turns on his side so that he is facing towards the center of the bed and his hand reaches out towards the middle. I smile when I realize that even in his sleep; he too seeks to protect those he loves.

"I know you're watching us." He says, he eyes still closed, "I thought you'd be tired of it by now."

"Tired of looking at you and the Kisses… never." I reply bending over to give them all a soft kiss and my sense of smell is assailed by talcum power, baby soap and the clean scent of babies mixed with the scent of Blair.

"The 'Kisses', I love it when you call them that." he smiles and sleepily opens his eyes.

I stared lovingly into the gentle blue orbs.

"What else would I call them?" My glance falls upon the two little bundles in question, they are only five days old and I know that I will be standing over any future dates holding a shot gun. "Beautiful chocolate skin, brown eyes and…" I reach to stroke the tight black curls, "…soft black curls. They've always reminded me of Hershey Kisses." At that moment, one of the Kisses began to stir. Soon she emitted a decidedly unladylike squall. I grinned as Blair groaned.

"They eat as much as you." He grumbled just as the other twin decided to join in on the fun. Blair sighed and shook his head but the look in his eyes was one of pure contentment.

"Need some help chief?" I asked. He nodded.

"Just let me get comfortable." He replied sitting up and settling himself so that the his back was supported by the headboard. After he removed his tee shirt, I handed him each baby and helped him get them settled.

"Wow." He said grinning at me, "I will never get used to this."

"Feel good Chief?"

He nodded again, "When they are nursing…" He pauses, "I finally begin to believe that they are real."

"I thought you felt that when you were yelling for the doctors to get them the hell out of you."

He would have smacked my arm if he'd had a free hand.

"You know what I mean." He pouted.

"Yes, I think I do." I smiled and leaned over carefully to kiss him. While stroking the hair of the Kiss closest to me, my mind wanders back to the start of it all ...