This chapter is updated as of 26 Sept 2015 due to a change in the children's names.


Harmony

Chapter 28

Early dawn five days after his last breast pumping, G slipped inside the back door of his home and into the kitchen. His swollen breasts hurt worse each day after the last breast pumping, and he needed fast relief. He pumped his breasts, one at a time until the soreness subsided for the most part. After finishing the task, he rinsed out the breast pump and slumped down to the kitchen floor exhausted from the many days of relentless pain.

"Thought I heard something out here," Sam said, entering the kitchen. "I was almost out of breast milk. Glad you stopped by." He settled down on the floor next to his partner.

"Sorry I couldn't talk to you," G said. He wiped his breasts off with his royal blue t-shirt. "I'm still not certain I can."

"Take your time," Sam said, "we've got plenty of that. No pressure."

G sighed and hesitated to speak. He stared down at his wet t-shirt and then the floor between his legs. "I'm not cut out for this."

"For what?"

"This." He pulled on his t-shirt and pointed to the stains of breast milk on it.

"You mean fatherhood?" Sam asked.

"Yeah, I guess that's what it's called," G said. "I'd never make a good father."

"Who told you this?"

"No one," G said, releasing his t-shirt and crossing his arms. "I've come to the conclusion myself."

"Based on your performance thus far."

"That and other things."

"The other things being?"

"Getting pregnant in the first place," G said. "Imagine a man getting pregnant. I got kidnapped and pregnant and then I had twins and then—"

Sam grasped his partner's face and planted a soft kiss on his pouty lips.

"What was that for?" G asked.

"I missed you. And you're a great father."

"You're basing this on what you've seen so far," G said. "What about as they get older? How should I explain my inability as an undercover agent to keep myself safe? Ever thought about how stupid that sounds? Well, I have and I'd say that's about the stupidest thing I've ever had happen to me."

"You done?"

"Just about."

"Go on."

"Finished." G huffed.

"I think you forgot the part of the discussion where you wanted a family and a husband."

"And that makes a difference?" G asked.

"Of course," Sam said, "somewhere along the way you voiced that to someone and they signed you up for this experiment."

"It was a stupid idea."

"You're telling me those two precious babies in our nursery were a mistake," Sam said, slipping an arm around his partner's shoulders and drawing him into his side. "Let me tell you how I see this scenario which you've deemed a stupid idea."

"I'm sticking with my version of the story," G said, snuggling close to his partner.

"I missed you." Sam kissed the top of his partner's head. "You wanted all of this and you've got it. That's the simplified version."

G raised his head. "I'm no father figure."

"What?" Sam's eyebrows lifted high.

"No one ever taught me how to do these… things."

"And yet you're instincts are spot on," Sam said, eyeing his partner's t-shirt.

"They hurt and I unloaded them."

"You knew to come back home, and I think it was more than pumping those breasts."

"You mean knowing I needed to feed my babies?" G asked.

"Yeah."

"Okay, you're right, I sensed they needed to be fed," G said.

"Yeah, like the time you told me the story about hearing the babies making noises in the baby monitor," Sam said.

"A little white lie." G smirked. "I awakened from this strange dream about them needing to be fed. I followed through with the dream's message and fed them."

"I allowed it to slip by without any comment at the time."

"But now you've got the opportunity to razz me about it." G snuggled into his partner's side again. "I didn't want to even accept it myself. It was surreal, knowing that they needed to be fed. How could I sense that?"

"Because you're a father and a mother wrapped into one."

"Yeah, the body of a mother and the caring of a father."

"I'd say it's a tighter combination of the two, more intertwined," Sam said.

"So I'm one mother of a father," G said, smirking.

"That's the smart ass partner I've missed since you've given life to our babies."

"Wasn't in the mood for joking." G wrapped his arms around Sam's waist. "You're more than my future husband. You're a great counselor. I should've talked to you about this."

"Instead you went off and sulked for almost two weeks."

"I've been sulking since I gave birth."

"I noticed you were off."

"Cranky like a hungry new born baby," G said. He laughed. "Speaking of which, they need to be fed."

"Your gut feeling?"

"Yeah, my gut feeling."

Sam climbed to his feet and helped his partner off the tiled kitchen floor.

G drew Sam into a hug and kiss. "I missed you too. I love you." G walked toward the nursery and stood in the open doorway, observing their babies' fitful sleep. They fussed more with each breath. He adjusted the dimmer switch to a low, soft light and entered the room. G lifted Ryan out of his crib and sat in the rocker.

Sam took Jessica from her crib and placed her in his partner's arms. He brought blankets and the feeding pillow over to G and helped position the babies for their ideal feeding spots.

G talked to them as they sucked on his breasts.

Sam pulled up another rocker and sat next to his partner.

"When did you get that rocker?"

"While you were gone I decided it might come in handy if we both needed to be rocking a baby."

"Good idea." He rocked the chair while feeding their babies. G hummed a tune.

Sam joined in humming the song.

"All of this comes to me in the most natural way," G said. "I can't explain it."

"Don't even try to wonder how."

"With your help I'm beginning to trust it and to know as a father I'm supposed to respond this way." G smiled.

"That's the first real smile I've seen on your face since you gave birth to our children." Sam wrapped an arm around G's shoulders. "This is how fatherhood is meant to be."

"Bonding to our children."

"With the added ability to be both for you," Sam said. "I envy that one aspect I'll never know."

"Could be arranged." G smirked.

"Not on your life," Sam said. "Not my—"

"Cup of tea?" G laughed.

"Now you're asking for it."

"I hope so. They've stopped feeding."

"Yeah, you pumped all the milk out of your breasts."

"Nope, I left some for them," G said. "I had planned to sneak into the nursery and feed them while you slept."

"You had this ops planned down to the last detail," Sam said. "Spending the night?"

"What do you think? I live here." G laughed. "I left my suitcase just inside the back door."

"Convenient." Sam took Jessica from his partner's arms and removed the feeding pillow from G's lap. He burped her over his lap.

G burped Ryan over his lap and rested his baby between his knees. He studied every inch of his baby's body from his full head of dark blonde hair to his pink toes. Ryan looked more like himself everyday. G had one picture of himself as a baby and Ryan was nearly like it. The similarities stunned him.

"Penny or more for your thoughts."

"Just looking at myself."

"He's like a miniature you," Sam said.

"To the 'T' and it's eerie, almost creepy."

"Hope he doesn't develop your wicked wit and quick come backs."

"Hope he does." G stuck his tongue out at Sam.

"That's two."

"Looking forward to a romp in the hot tub," G said, standing and bringing Ryan over to his crib. "Wish I knew my first name. I'd change his name to it."

"G the second, sounds a tad odd," Sam said, deadpan.

G laughed and helped his partner settle Jessica into her crib. "I missed this time with you and them."


#


G glanced at himself in the mirror again. Gone were any signs that he had given birth to twins six months ago. His body now boasted the efforts of three months of workouts in the gym Sam and him had created in their garage. It wasn't their ideal set up for working out, but they both desired to be in close proximity to their twins.

He smoothed down his tuxedo jacket and checked his pocket again. Two white rosebuds which represented their twins fitted into his breast pocket close to his heart. His perwinkle tuxedo with deep purple accents was over the top in every way including the color. A crisp white buttoned down shirt peeked out between the lapels. He allowed Sam to choose his attire and trusted his gut instincts about fashion. Over the years G never developed good fashion sense. He loved his blue toned dress shirts and t-shirts and faded blue jeans. Sam refused G's request to wear them for this special occasion.

G exited the Palmero honeymoon suite at the Casa Palmero resort at Pebble Beach.

Outside Sam looped his arm and G hooked his arm into the loop. They strolled down the aisle. At the altar Sam and G faced each other and gazed into each other's glistening eyes.

Sam had chosen his own tuxedo, a deep purple almost black with perwinkle accents. His breast pocket contained two white rosebuds. A crisp white buttoned down shirt peeked out between his lapels. Sam grasped his soon-t0-be husband's hands and recited the words he'd written to G.

Next G recited the words he'd written to Sam.

Hetty presented their two rings on a perwinkle and deep purple pillow.

It was the first time G had seen the wedding rings. Tears threatened to cascade down his cheeks. The rings were exquisite, beyond words. His body trembled and his lips quivered.

Sam knew the look. He whispered, "You okay?"

"Peachy," G said, his voice wavering and scratchy.

"Almost there." Sam took G's ring and placed on his lover's ring finger and said, "I do."

G took Sam's ring in his trembling fingers and attempted to place it on his lover's ring finger.

Sam helped his lover steady his hand.

G finished the task and said, "I do."

"You may now kiss each other."

Sam pulled G into his arms and held him.

G broke down and cried. "Sorry, can't help myself. The rings are…."

Sam drew back and kissed his new husband. "And so are you… beautiful. I love you." He brushed the tears from G's eyes.

"And I love you."

They stepped away from each other and faced their guests.

The minister said, "May I present the Hannas."

Sam and G strolled arm in arm down the aisle toward their reception inside the Casa Palmero hotel in Pebble Beach California.


#


G waded into their private pool and swam over to his new husband's side. "Fancy meeting you here on this romantic Greek isle." He wrapped an arm around Sam's waist.

"Babies all fed?"

"Yep, fed, tucked into their cribs, and sleeping like… well, babies." G laughed.

"Good, time for some more nookie in the our pool."

"Thought I'd enjoy the view for a while."

Sam swam behind his husband and entered him. "You enjoy that view and I'll enjoy this."

"Believe me, I'll enjoy this too." G relaxed in his husband's arms. "If we did this all your way I'd be pregnant again and too soon."

"Who says you're not?"

G felt his abdominal area. It couldn't be true. Nothing. "I'm not. That's you inside me."

"You certain?" Sam stroked his husband's abdominal area. "Feel this." He pressed his member deeper into his husband toward the area in question.

G traced his husband's fingers until he found the spot. "Damn… it's true… it's happened again."

"Either that or you swallowed a cantaloupe." Sam chuckled.

"I sensed something was off the other day," G said. "I had a little nausea. Thought it was something I ate. That was morning sickness."

"I wrote it down, making certain we keep track of the conception date," Sam said. "Though it should be easy enough to remember."

"Conception date?"

"Our honeymoon night."

"Someone injected us on our honeymoon," G said. "Of all the nerve…." He laughed. "And I failed to wake up and take notice."

"No babies to alarm us of our intruders."

"You're right as always. We needed one night without our children," G said. "And Deeks and Kens asked if they could take care of them."

"You more than I needed a break from our babies."

"I love taking care of them."

Sam pushed G forward to the deep end step which stretched the entire length of the pool on one side.

The front of the pool was an infinity age overlooking the ocean.

G kneeled on the step and surrendered to his husband's lovemaking.

"Perfect height," Sam said. "I think the designer of this pool had one thing in mind with this step."

"Deep penetration. Harder." G panted. "I'm close."

"Me too." Sam lifted G out of the water onto the deck. He stood on the step.

They climaxed together while watching the sun setting over the water. The ocean glowed with the hues and tones of the setting sun. Oranges, corals, blues, and light pinks filled the sky.

After they came down from another intense round of sex, Sam held G in his arms while he laid back in the water.

"May be that was the best one," G whispered, not wanting to break the spell of their hot sex. It confirmed he was pregnant because their desire for sex trumped their desire for lovemaking. Their private villa was the most romantic place he'd ever stayed in his life. They hadn't left The Golden Villa two bedroom suite at Cavo Tagoo since checking in a week ago.

"You're the best one for me," Sam said, kissing his lover on the neck. "Are you ready for round two?"

"Of?" G asked.

"Having another baby."

"If it's what you want, I want it too."

"I contacted them."

"How?" G asked.

"I used the IP address we discovered at the beginning of our investigation," Sam said. "They promised to surprise us on our wedding night and create fertile ground again within you."

"Talk about planning something well in advance," G said. "I can't begin to thank you enough for everything and for this." He grasped Sam's hand and placed it on his abdomen where the baby bump was located. "You've made me the happiest man in the world. I can't wait to give life to another precious baby." G brought Sam's hand up to his lips and kissed it. "Make love to me this time. I need you."

Sam flipped G over to face him. "And I you." He passionately kissed his husband. "They promised to give you a different experience this time."

"What kind of experience?"

"You'll give birth to our baby rather than have a C-section."

G pulled back. "What? How can they do that?"

"Obviously they've experimented on other men."

"You hope that's the scenario," G said.

"I think that was their plan this whole time, create fertile ground in a man and give him the ability to a live birth without the need for surgery."

"You've been reading reports from Hetty again?"

"Nope."

"Then how would you know all of this?" G asked.

Sam lifted G into his arms and sat on the deep end step. "They told me in an email to expect the unexpected because all of their efforts to develop fertile ground worked."

G snuggled into his husband's dark, muscular body. "I'm looking forward to our delivery date."

"I hoped you'd say that. I love you," Sam said.

"And I love you," G said. With his thoughts drifting to the possibility of giving birth to their baby, he smiled. G longed for that experience since the first time he was pregnant.

The End