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Interview Prep

Chapter 20

G entered Linden's office and waited for him. He kept checking his watch.

Linden showed up precisely at the time Callen had requested to speak with him. He sat behind his desk. "What can I do for you?"

"About the disguise…I don't think it's necessary. Sooner or later people are going to notice our family and put two and two together."

"For one thing it'll give you time to adjust to the changes in your pregnancy."

"True."

Sam came into the office. "You trying to pull something on me?"

"No."

"Then what's with the meeting?"

"Please don't start with me. I'm just running stuff by Linden. That's all. I don't need you harping on me."

Sam sat next to him on a couch.

G leaned forward. "I don't want the extra time. Let's just do the interviews without it."

"What are you saying, man?"

"Stay out of this. It's my choice and my life. No disguise."

"No way G. You've got to be backstopped with at least…something."

"No."

"Did you talk to Hetty about this?"

"What's there to say? I'm not working any more. It's been two years."

Sam messaged Hetty.

"Really? Thanks." G folded his arms over his belly. "This is my life now. I'm a father and a mother, and nothing is going to change those facts. And you think I'll be able to go outside and go anywhere looking like this and not be identified? The answer is no and you know it. I've accepted this."

"And last night you were freaking out on me about the changes in your body." Sam eyed him.

"And today, well, today I've resigned myself to this reality. I'm done trying to hide myself."

"You don't go anywhere so why subject yourself to ridicule or something worse?"

G got up and left the office.

Sam followed him into their suite. "What's with you?"

"I'm going stir crazy. I haven't seen the kids and home in too long, and I'm not looking forward to the interviews, and I just want to get out of here before I go nuts!" G headed out the sliding glass doors and stood with his hands on the railing overlooking a bare lot which sloped down to a ravine.

Sam came along side him and placed a hand at G's lower back. "I hear you. Me too."

"But I can't do this isolation any more. Okay?"

"You need to be backstopped at least while you're pregnant."

"No! Absolutely not." G flipped on his heels and rushed back into the suite. He dressed in sweats and running shoes. The sweats barely fit around his huge belly. Man these fit when I got here.

"Where are you going?"

"Out."

"Don't be ridiculous! Look at your clothes."

G pushed past him.

Sam reached out and grabbed him by the arm and drew him backward against his chest. "You'd better talk to me, man."

G sighed and thrust forward.

"Not happening."

"I know you wouldn't hurt a pregnant man. So release me before I do something drastic."

"Like?"

"Kick you where it counts."

Sam said, "Seriously? You want to stay pregnant?"

"Not funny." Sam released him and G left the suite.

"Callen."

No. He stopped and faced him. "You too?"

"Something is different about you today. Come back into my office."

G shook his head.

"Come on with me." Linden motioned for him to follow.

G stood in the doorway and watched while his doctor pulled out a file.

"I'll agree to do this your way on one condition."

"What's that?" G asked.

"Hetty signs off on this permission slip. It absolves me of any backlashes and issues to do with your disclosure of your identity."

"So you're squarely putting this in my lap?" G entered the office and sat opposite the desk.

"Yes. If you want it this way then she has to sign it and you'll sign it after her."

G placed his arms on the top of his belly. "Did you call her? What did she say?"

"I didn't say anything yet, Mr. Callen," Hetty said, strolling into the office in her black pinstriped suit. She sat on the only comfortable chair.

G startled and faced her. "I can't live this way any more."

"If I sign that form everyone's going see who you are. There's no backstopping any more. No IDs hidden for you and then there's your partner/husband. He still wants to work. That means he'll have to live a life partly separated from you; leave the house at different times, not ride with you, etc."

He hadn't thought of all of the ramifications of his decision.

"Whereas if you wait, things will come to a natural end for Sam's career by the time this pregnancy ends."

"Why? What?"

"I've put in my resignation. It's on Hetty's desk." Sam stood behind his husband. "It starts when this pregnancy ends."

G glanced over his shoulder. "No. That's not what I want."

"It's what has to happen G. There's no way around it. And then she'll seal our records and the news media won't know who we are beyond these identities as husband and husband with three sets of twins."

"But our names—"

"Will be changed in your files, Mr. Callen. Your last names are going to be different. It's in the works right now as we speak. Your identity as G Callen and his as Sam Hanna will go poof!"

Just like that everything was going to change. He wasn't certain he wanted any of this. Sam wanted to work. Had he pushed the agenda? The time frame?

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He was almost completely unrecognizable even to himself. G stared at the stranger's face in the mirror as his makeup artist finished the rest of the special mask now adhered to his face. With contact lenses his once blue eyes were now green and his hair a brassy red. The young man airbrushed a nearly white wash on his face, making the skin lighter for that of a natural red head. He wondered how this would work for the babies whose hair was no where near this color. G trusted Hetty's instincts to create a memorable face alteration that would be completely different than their identities.

Sam sat in a chair next to him, getting a new face as well, but with long, braided dreads which came down to his shoulders. G thought he looked great in the extensions. Rather sexy.

They would maintain this new look until the end of the pregnancy.

"What are you staring at boy?" Sam tried on his new act.

G shivered hearing his husband talk down to him. It was the hottest thing he ever heard him say to him. He averted his eyes and looked into the mirror again.

Sam broke out in a fit of laughter. "Wish you could've seen your face, man, you looked like a scared little boy!" He reached out a hand and grasped G's shoulder. "I think that's convincing enough."

"I liked it. Can't wait for you take charge in the bedroom with that scenario."

"In for a little roll play, huh?"

"Yes, wouldn't mind some spice in our life right now."

"And this isn't spicy enough?" Sam raised his hand to flip G's bright red hair. "Can't call you goldilocks any more. I'll think of something." He growled in a lower than usual voice.

G felt heat in his groin for the first time since all the newest changes to his body in that area. Something is happening down there.

"Looks like I got you hot." Sam chuckled.

And his husband could see it. How? Where? G glanced down at his groin. He couldn't see a thing with his enlarged belly. It disturbed him greatly that in the short time they had been here at Linden's he could no longer look down his chest to see his cock. Before it was a straight line and now…his belly stuck out enough that the view was blocked. In the mirror he saw what Sam had seen. His cock pushed against the fabric of the sweats.

Sam reached out and patted G's thigh.

"Down boy!" G chuckled.

"Maybe after the first interview we could get into some outrageous role playing in the bedroom?" Sam winked at him.

"Uncle."

"You're the one who suggested it."

"Uncle again. I think you're wanting to take this where I hadn't even imagined it would go."

Sam continued to stroke G's thigh, bringing his hand closer to his husband's cock.

"Sam!" G eyed him.

The makeup artist left the room.

"Now look what you've done!" Sam winked at his husband again.

In the next minute they slid off their chairs and were making out on the floor of the dressing room.

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