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Title: Trojka

Rating: M

WARNINGS: Slash: G/Sam; Squick: M-preg G Callen; Whump: G Callen

Story Details and Full Disclaimer in Chapter 1: My stories are a work of my imagination and I do not ascribe them to the official story canon. This is a work intended for entertainment outside the official storyline owned by CBS and the producers of NCIS:LA.

Trojka

Chapter 5

Sam tucked the blankets around his husband and laid down next to him. "You had a big day and you need to take a nap before dinner."

"A big day, come on Sam I didn't lift a finger," G said. "I watched the movers do everything." But moving into this house was stressful and it exhausted him more than he imagined it would. "I need to take a nap and I'm resisting it." He scooted backward into his husband. "I wanted a tour of the house and the backyard in my chariot." I need to rest before I collapse.

"Later." Sam picked up his book off the nightstand and propped up several pillows behind his head.

"Same book?"

"Raising Multiples."

"Different one."

"Yes, I need as much intel on the situation as possible."

"Sounds as if you are treating our babies as a new case." G chuckled.

"Smart-ass."

He closed his eyes."I excel at being a smart-ass."

While Sam read through the second chapter he stroked his husband's hair.

"Feels good." G drifted off to sleep and immediately he was in one of those strange nightmares which plagued him during his pregnancies. Only this one excelled at being the strangest one of all. A multi-headed and multiple armed and legged monster materialized before his eyes and crept closer to his husband, children, and new home. G felt for his gun and realized he was not wearing his holster. He backed away from it. A huge and odd shaped mouth on the monster's chest gaped open as it loomed closer to his family and home. G thrashed in his sleep awakening and shrieking and jerking away from his husband's touch.

"Easy, G." Sam dropped his book on the nightstand and surrounded his lover's waist with an arm. "You had another nightmare."

"The same one."

"Ready to talk about it?"

G shook his head and scooted backward into his husband. "Just hold me."

"That frightening?"

"Yes, the worst case scenario."

"Remember the one you had while pregnant with Alissa."

"Yes, a strange being which appeared to be male but its head was female." He shuddered thinking about that frightening nightmare. Although that scary being was not after his family and that was the scariest part of his current series of nightmares. "And nightmare during my pregnancy with Benjamin's was a normal appearing being, if you can call dreaming about strange beings normal, with a male head."

"I'd be curious to know what this monster looked like."

"Who said it is a monster?"

"You thrashing in your sleep and shrieking did."

"Damn." Every time he dreamt about these beings they were monsters. "Okay, so it was."

"And what did it look like?"

"I'm not talking about it."

"And you are not telling me about the sex and number of babies we'll have."

"Damn." My nightmares are 100 percent accurate for determining the sex of my children. "It tried to attack my family."

"Aw, a telltale sign of the truth emerges."

G rolled onto his back. "What?"

"I'll bet you—"

"How much money are you willing to bet me?"

"You want a true wager?"

"Yes."

"Smart-ass," Sam said. "A weekend alone six months after the birth of our babies where I lavish you with massages and make love to you whenever you want."

"I like the bet so far." G winked at him.

He shook his head and grinned wide. "You want more."

"Yes, especially if you require me to disclose this nightmare."

"A week, seven nights alone on a romantic island getaway, take it or leave it."

"I'll bite," G said.

"But remember, the nightmare has to be an accurate representation of both the sexes and number of babies." Sam held out his hand to shake on it.

They shook hands and kissed for over a minute.

"Okay, first you need to hold me."

"Aw, now we have the stipulations."

"It was a frightening nightmare."

"And how old are you?"

"Damn it, Sam, it freaked me out." G sighed and rolled onto his side facing the bathroom. Sam snuggled up behind him. "Feels good. Need it. It was a monster with more than one head and more than two each of arms and legs. And there was a big mouth that was separate from the two heads. It was coming to attack my family and my home with its mouth hanging open." G stopped and snuggled closer to his husband. "I think it was a cross between a Hydra, a Sphinx, and Medusa."

"And I think we have a winner."

"What?" G glanced over his shoulder.

"How many heads?"

"The first time I had the nightmare, it had one head."

"And this time?"

G sighed. "This was the third time."

"A winner," Sam said, "you know what they say about third times."

"Damn, I was hoping you wouldn't say that," he said. "The second time it had two heads."

"How many limbs?"

"Appendages, Sam, those weren't limbs, I'll guarantee you that much."

"Too scary to be limbs from a baby."

G shuddered as he remembered the hideous monster from his nightmares. "Four each of arms and legs."

"Yes, I think we have a winner."

"You forgot about the third time."

"Okay, minutes ago, right?"

"Three heads and three sets of arms and legs."

"Sexes?"

G rolled onto his back again and stared at the ceiling where Hetty had insisted that the designer place the draped canopy over the bed. It provided the perfect diversion at the moment from the volatile subject at hand. He admitted that he loved the look. But the designer took way too long to install the draping fabric, and he was past his prime and exhausted before he climbed into bed for a nap. The canopy provided a private haven for intimate times with Sam as the draped fabric could be curtained around the whole king-sized bed. "Two males and one female."

"And we have a winner, triplets." Sam grinned wide.

"It's not a winner, it's a damned nightmare!" He closed his eyes and rolled back to his side.

Sam drew his lover and husband closer into him. "I thought you loved children."

"I do."

"Just not three at once."

"It terrifies me." And my nightmares prove that.

Sam planted soft kisses down his lover's neck. "You need to educate yourself on multiples."

"And grieve the loss of… my Baby Benjamin." He opened his now tear filled eyes. "And raise my two children. And deal with severe anemia. It's too much. I can't do this." Tears spilled over his dark blonde eyelashes and fell on the pillow. Sam picked up the Kleenex box off the nightstand and offered it to his husband. G removed several tissues and dabbed his eyes. "I can't do multiples, I can't even do what I have now. Speaking of which, where are our children?"

"That was beyond a doubt the smoothest subject change I've ever heard you perform." He chuckled.

"I avoid well."

"You do," Sam said. "They are with Hetty tonight. She offered and I gladly accepted. You need a prolonged break from child rearing. Alissa and Benji will be here this weekend."

"I guess it is time to tell them about the pregnancy."

"Agreed," he said. "You know it is Father's Day on Sunday."

"Now someone tells me."

"Someone?" Sam leaned over and kissed his husband.

"I wanted to get you a card, not fair."

"I'll settle for spending the evening with you watching movies of our children."

"How about a romantic movie in bed?"

"And no sex."

"Damn, I forgot already." More tears fell on his pillow. "Not that we were doing too much before the change in the doctor's orders.

Sam's cell phone vibrated on the nightstand. "Wonder who this could be."

"Maybe something happened to the kids." G stretched out his hand for Sam's phone.

"Let me first." He grasped his lover's hand and held it. "Yes," Sam said. "It's for you."

G took the phone from his husband and held it up to his right ear. He listened to Dr. Daniels for several minutes before giving the phone back to Sam. "You need to talk to him."

Sam listened to the phone call and then shut off his cell phone. "This sucks."

"Big time."

"Hopefully, my blood is a match to yours and our babies'."

"I wonder if Dr. Daniels remembered to alert the lab for all my tests with Alissa and Benji."

"I am sure he did and it slipped his mind this time or the lab messed up and failed to make a note of your sex."

"It sucks being a man and being pregnant."

"If you'd like to wear the lounging pants and shirt for our excursion to the hospital that would be okay."

"Takes less energy and time for me," G said, attempting to sit up on the bedside. He laid back down exhausted from his brief effort. "I can't even sit up. This is ridiculous!"

Sam helped G sit up and dressed him in his slippers. "I hope this meets with your approval."

"It does."

"Ready?" He lifted his husband into his arms and trudged toward the garage.

"The wheelchair."

"No." Sam settled G onto the passenger seat and drew the blanket around him.

"I'm freezing cold."

"Comes with the territory of iron deficient anemia." He fastened G's seatbelt and reclined his seat. "Okay?"

G nodded wanting to conserve his energy. He closed his eyes and relaxed in the seat.

After Sam buckled his seatbelt, he backed the Challenger out of the garage. Once he was on his way to the hospital, he promptly grasped his lover's hand. "We're going to make it through this crisis." Sam studied his husband's face for a fleeting moment. It was unusually pale even with all the extra iron and multivitamins the man had taken over the last couple of days.

He pulled into the emergency entrance of the hospital and parked the car. After bringing a wheelchair over to the vehicle, Sam helped his listless husband into it and pushed him toward the emergency department's check-in desk. Within minutes, they were both checked in and brought into a double exam room. Sam requested that the two hospital beds be placed next to each other. He relinquished his duties as husband and caretaker the moment the staff stepped into the cubicle and allowed the nursing staff to take over for him. Sam watched as G was lifted onto the hospital bed, his blood was drawn for type and cross matching, a complete blood count, and a special intravenous line was started.

Next it was his turn. Several nurses worked on Sam, drawing blood for type and cross matching and a complete blood count. He had now taken on G's bad habit of fidgeting. Sam figured that his healthy diet and exercise would someday help his family. He never imagined or realized it would play a major role in saving his husband and their babies. Tears welled up in his eyes and he brushed them away with his long sleeve, chocolate brown t-shirt. He stretched his right arm over to his husband's hand and stroked it. It was cool to the touch. Not good.

Dr. Daniels stepped into the double ED cubicle, grinning wide and holding the test results in his hand. "This doesn't always happen," he said, "but you are a match for giving blood to your husband and the fetuses won't be stressed by your blood. We averted an impending disaster for both Mr. Callen and the unborn babies."

"And after this?"

"We'll transfuse him with parental iron," Dr. Daniels said. "At home, he'll need twice the dose of iron supplements plus his twice daily multivitamins in order to keep up with the fetuses' needs."

"And maybe another transfusion?"

"That is possible," the doctor said, "so make sure you eat healthy." Dr. Daniels left the cubicle and several nurses entered to start the next phase for transfusing Sam's iron rich blood.

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G stirred and scanned the cubicle until his eyes rested on his husband on another hospital bed next to him. "Sam," he whispered.

"You are awake."

"How long have I been asleep?"

"Eight hours."

"What?" G performed a quick assessment of his own situation. "You gave me your blood?"

"Yes, first a transfusion and second they infused you with parental iron."

"I'm wiped and you?"

"Doing better after I ate and drank and rested."

"And my blood work looks better?"

"Yes, and you look better."

"What?"

"You were pale and listless and weak," Sam said. "You didn't even protest the nursing staff starting an intravenous line or drawing blood. I tried to wake you but you were out of it."

G stretched his left hand between two bars in the bedside railing and grasped his husband's hand. "Thank you." He closed his eyes again too exhausted to keep them open.

"Mind if I climb into bed with you?"

"I'd love it," he said. "I could use a good hug."

Sam positioned himself on his side behind his husband and drew the man back into his body. "I love you." Tears welled up in his cognac brown eyes. A few escaped the outer corners of his eyes and splashed down on his husband's arm.

"You okay?"

He swallowed hard. "Better than earlier."

"We averted a potential crisis."

"We're not out of the enemy's fire yet."

"What?" G glanced over his shoulder and saw his husband's wet eyes. "Sam?"

"Your severe anemia has been upgraded to serious anemia."

"And that means?"

"Conditions still exist for low birth weight and preterm babies."

"This sucks," G said, pushing backward into his husband. "Hold me tighter." He wanted to blot out this new reality. One more thing had gone wrong and it threatened to pull him down into a deeper despair.

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G watched his husband as he rested next to him on the hospital bed in the obstetrics intensive care unit suite.

Sam rolled to his side and snuggled into his husband surrounding his waist with an arm. "You okay?"

"One question."

"How did you get admitted to the hospital?"

"How did you know I'd ask that?"

"I'm an undercover agent with a—"

G chuckled. "Should've known you'd use that excuse."

"Sounds as if you are feeling better."

"I never did apologize for what I said in the psychiatrist's office the other day."

"And you are not going to start right now."

G rolled onto his back and faced his husband. "I am and let me finish!"

"You have my undivided attention." Sam stroked his husband's face.

"I don't hate you, I hate what you did."

"I know."

"And I suppose you did it again with this current scenario."

"Yes."

G sighed. "I know you wanted to save my life and—" When he saw his husband's face change he paused.

Tears formed in the corners of Sam's cognac brown eyes. "I decided long ago that I couldn't live without you in my life," he said. "And I—"

G placed a single finger over his husband's lips. "You don't need to say anything more," he said. "I agree with your decision even though at the time I hated the outcome." G replaced his finger with his mouth passionately kissing his husband. "Thank you for saving my life."

"And this time, I signed orders for your admission to the ICU because your doctor recommended it."

"I understand and I'm not protesting what you did," G said. "I'm thanking you. I love you and I want these babies with you."

"I'm glad you said babies," Sam said reaching over to the bedside table and lifting a photograph off of it. "Dr. Daniels gave us this ultrasound picture upon your admission last night. This proves even doctors make mistakes." He passed a photograph to his husband and pointed to the three spherical objects in the picture with red circles drawn around them. "Triplets."

G's jaw dropped open. He gawked at the picture.

"You okay?"

"Three," he whispered while rubbing his abdomen. The corners of his mouth turned upward and outward into a wide grin.

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