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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.

Nesting

Chapter 6

G stared at the ceiling. The same feelings which had occurred during all his pregnancies drove themselves to the surface of his thoughts and emotions. In the hospital, anger had grown because he was not at home making a nest and preparations for the babies. He crossed his arms over his breasts and released a long sigh.

"Problem?" Sam rolled from his stomach to his side facing his husband.

"Frustrated."

"A man of many words."

"Don't start."

"Who's starting, I'm commenting on your lack of words."

"Specifically, the need to nest has intensified two-fold since I got admitted to the hospital."

"Aw, the need to prepare for the babies." Sam stroked his husband's face.

G grasped his husband's hand and pulled it away from him. "I'm not in the mood."

"Okay, that's a first." Sam sat up in bed. "Talk to me."

"Nothing more to say."

"As I said before—"

G rolled to his side facing the wall. Sam laid down beside him drawing his husband into his body. "I don't want this."

"I get that, sweetheart, tell me why."

"I told you, damn it, are you deaf?"

"No, but you need to understand the circumstances."

"I know what you are going to say and I need to leave and go home."

"Not until they release you."

"Screw that!" G jerked away from his husband and sat up in bed. He slid his legs off the bed and started to stand.

Sam hauled him backwards onto the hospital bed. "You can't do that."

"Watch me."

"G, you need to listen to me."

"I've listened to you for the past three days and I've had it up to here." He motioned with his hand over his head. "I'm done with this. Finished. I need my babies by my side and I need to get my home ready for my new babies."

"I get it and the doctor's orders have stipulated that you are on bed rest."

"Still?"

"Yes."

G released another long sigh.

"Frustrated."

"Beyond that."

"Angry."

"More than that."

"Come over here and let's talk this through."

"I'm finished."

Sam released his husband and pressed the call button for the nurse. "Then it is time to talk to your doctor."

A nurse entered the obstetrics suite. "Mr. Callen, you can't get out of bed."

G's jaw dropped. "You had to call in the calvary." He huffed out his indignation at his husband's move to control his life.

"You weren't listening to me."

"I need to see Dr. Daniels and I need to see him right now before I go crazy!" G raised his voice up a couple of notches. He was close to shouting if something failed to change.

"I'll let him know you wish to speak with him," she said. "Meanwhile, you need to get back into bed."

"What if I need to go to the little boy's room?"

"You are pushed over in the wheelchair."

"What? Since when? Is that how this is going to be? When was someone going to tell—"

"Easy, G, they are the newest doctor's orders as of earlier this morning."

"Just great!" He huffed again. "And I'm the last to know about this."

"You were asleep."

"Good excuse."

"You need your rest—"

"The doctor, ASAP," G said, changing the subject again. He watched the nurse exit their suite. G laid down on his side facing away from his husband.

"You are pissed at me."

"I'm frustrated with this whole situation." Tears formed in the outer corner of his cerulean blue eyes. G needed to hold it together until the doctor had come and gone.

"I wish there was something I could do."

"I told you what that is."

"And you know what I meant."

"Yes, I do," G said. His husband was useless in this situation. G needed to check out of the hospital and if that necessitated an AMA departure then he would do it. His sanity depended upon getting back home and preparing for his future. The urges had intensified over the past hour and G was close to desperate. Everything within him yearned for making and maintaining a nest for his babies. The intense feelings within disturbed him. Never before had those feelings been this extreme. The urge to nest threatened to erupt from deep within him and spill over into his relationship with all those around him. G needed to get grip on things before the feeling within blasted through to the surface.

Dr. Daniels rapped on the door to their suite and entered the room.

"I need to go home, now." G gritted his teeth together attempting to hold back the torrent of energy behind those words.

"Before I release you another ultrasound and complete blood count need to be performed."

He sighed and crossed his arms. One more thing… no… two more things. "Do them now, I need to do them now, you need to do them now—"

"Easy, calm down." Sam reached out his hand and offered it to his husband.

G brushed it away.

"You seem on edge, Mr. Callen, you want to talk—"

"No, I want to go home!" G struggled to hold back the words he wanted to say. "Nest, okay, get it?"

"Yes, I do, Mr. Callen," the doctor said. "Let's get that blood work and your ultrasound done ASAP." He left the suite.

Sam studied his husband's face. "Something is off with you."

"Off?"

"Yes, I don't think this is only about nesting."

G sat straight up in bed. "You are not living inside my body!" He screamed at his husband and covered his mouth afterward.

"No, I'm not but I've gone through three pregnancies with you, and there is something different with you this time."

"I'm sorry for yelling at you, damn it."

Sam reached out his hand again and this time grasped his husband's right hand bringing it to his face and kissing it. "No need to apologize, sweetheart, you are pregnant and the hormones are raging." G fell into his husband's arms crying. Sam stroked his husband's back and held him in his arms. "Let it go, sweetheart, that's it. Whatever it is we'll find a way through it, together."

"You are too good to me," G said raising his head and gazing into his husband's eyes. He wiped the tears from his eyes with his hospital gown.

"Never too good for you." Sam planted a soft kiss on G's lips. "I love you."

Dr. Daniels rapped on the door again and entered the suite this time pushing an ultrasound unit toward the bed. G laid on his back and got into position for the procedure. "I understand you are not pleased with my new doctor's orders."

G sighed. "I was the last to know."

"And?"

"I'm shocked that the orders have progressed to complete bed rest."

"It's precautionary because you are carrying triplets." Dr. Daniels plugged in the unit and set up the equipment. "And your anemia is severe, still. After this your blood will be tested and then we'll know where we stand."

"Another transfusion?"

"Possible in another four to six weeks," he said pouring the warmed gel on his patient's abdomen. "More likely you'll need parental iron which we infused three times so far." He pressed the ultrasound transducer over the gel and spread it around the upper portion of his patient's abdomen. "Everything appears to be the same as it was when you were admitted." The doctor scanned the entire abdomen and stopped. "The space is confined—" He stopped talking when he saw his patient's face.

G contorted his face and he grabbed his abdomen. He squirmed his body from side to side and clutched his abdomen again and again shrieking each time.

"G, rub your belly and put up your knees."

"You rub it!" He screamed his face twisting and contorting into a grimace.

"Is this his first contraction?"

"Yes," Sam said rubbing his husband's abdomen. "Slow your breathing. That's it."

"It's bad, worse than ever," G said breathless and panting. "Worst than the first one."

"Makes sense," the doctor said, "need to make room for two more babies."

His breathing settled down with Sam's magic touch and the excruciating pain eased.

"When you are ready I want to do more on the ultrasound."

"I'm ready."

The doctor applied more gel and pressed the transducer across the gel. After a few minutes, he grinned wide. "You just widened the space for you fetuses." He pointed to the monitor where the space had increased.

"It can change that fast?"

"I tested a theory."

"A theory?"

"A man's body is different than a woman's during pregnancy," Dr. Daniels said. "I wanted to ascertain whether immediate changes can be viewed after one of those types of contractions."

"And it obvious they can, right?" G asked.

"Yes." He handed his patient a towel and put away the equipment. "Expect to experience a few more of these contractions as time goes by."

"I hope not that was the worst one I've ever experienced."

"Be prepared because they will be just like this one."

G's jaw dropped.

"Your body is preparing to have triplets, Mr. Callen," he said, "that's three times the blood supply and nearly three times the space needed as one fetus. I'll send the nurse in for your blood draw. I'm finished here. After I receive the other test results I'll review them in light of our new ultrasound and decide whether you can go home."

"Sounds fair." After G watched the doctor leave, he snuggled into his husband's arms. "I think the impending contraction caused me to feel unnerved inside."

"Define unnerved."

"As if something ominous and horrible was about to happen."

"Would make sense."

"Hold me close, Sam." G edged backward into his husband's warm and inviting body and released a pent up sigh.

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Sam pushed the wheelchair down their new home's hallway to the next room. "And this is the nursery."

G's mouth gaped open. "I think someone's been busy."

"There was no baby furniture in here before we left for the hospital."

"Hetty." They said her name together and smiled at one another.

"Yes, she must've read your chart."

"Deep blue, aqua, and pink, yes, she knows."

They both studied the room for several minutes before Sam pushed his husband into the master bedroom.

"Need a pitstop before I settle you into bed?"

"No, I'm exhausted from the short tour of my new home."

"And your anemia."

"And carrying these babies," G said, "and grieving."

"Takes time, all the time you need, and I'm here for you, sweetheart." He tucked G into bed.

"And worrying about our children."

"Who are due to arrive this evening for a belated Father's Day celebration."

"Seriously?"

"Yes."

G wrapped his arms around Sam's neck and drew him down into a passionate kiss. "Thank you, I miss them."

"For now though, I want to read to you about multiples while you drift off to sleep."

"You mean so I can have scary nightmares." G chuckled.

"You know that's the first time I've heard you laugh in days."

"I'm home and I can prepare my nest."

Sam shook his head and settled onto the opposite side of the bed with the multiple book.

"Okay, I'm home and I can't prepare my nest and that part sucks, but the rest is good."

"And you are more talkative."

"Are you going to needle me about that contraction forever?"

"I'll quit right about the time you have your next one."

"Generous." G chuckled.

"Glad your mood has lifted."

"I'll admit, it was foul." He rolled to his side to face his husband. "I'm ready for my nap time story." G winked at his partner.

"You are cruising now."

"Breaking the speed limit." He grinned wide. "Which is faster than I can go in my wheelchair."

Sam chuckled and opened to the first chapter of Raising Multiples. "I'll paraphrase this portion of the chapter."

"Don't strain yourself."

"You are in rare form this afternoon."

"I feel good and—"

"You are home."

"Yes, continue."

"Triplets need three times the blood supply and therefore problems arise with anemia."

"We've crossed this bridge once already."

"Smart aleck." Sam sighed. "Prepare for worsening symptoms with a multiple pregnancy. If your symptoms were bad with previous pregnancies, they'll be worse with this one."

"Oh joy of joys, now you tell me."

"The contractions."

"That's the first thing which went through my mind," G said. "I remember how often I got those before. I wonder if it means you get twice or three times as many and three times worse."

"I'm sure we'll discover that soon enough," Sam said. "I bought you a bra online."

"I hope it fits."

"It will, 48DD."

"That's the size they are going to be."

"No, they are now."

"Are you sure?"

"Want me to remeasure them?"

"You did it when I was sleeping at the hospital."

"I can't tell a lie, yes, remeasured them and was shocked to find they are that size now."

G rolled onto his back and lifted up his deep blue, long sleeve lounging shirt and gawked at his very swollen breasts. "What the hell happened to my breasts?" They had grown larger than when his husband had measured them at home.

Sam laid the book down and smoothed his right hand over his husband's breasts. "Someone is having triplets."

"They're huge." G grasped his husband's hand and placed it on his right breast. "And more sensitive than any pregnancy before this."

"As sexually sensitive?"

"Yes, oh hell, I never imagined this would turn me on like this," he said, "massage it and don't stop."

"And go where with this?"

"Sex—"

"—is off limits."

"Still?"

"Yes."

"Kiss me and massage my breast, damn, I'm turning into a woman."

"What?" Sam glanced sideways at him.

"It's turning me on more than anything else you've ever done with me." G guided his husband's fingers to his nipple. "Squeeze it."

"And milk is going to come out."

"I'm not far enough along."

"Oh yeah." Sam edged closer and flicked his tongue over the nipple.

G arched his back. "Oh hell, what the hell?" He moaned and pressed his husband's face into his breast. "Suck it already." G felt his nipples both become engorged at once and they released a squirt of colostrum. He yelped and pushed Sam's face off his breast.

"Told you."

"What the hell was that about?"

"That was about telling the doctor how far along you are."

"You are not under any circumstances going to tell Dr. Daniels about this."

"Like hell I'm not."

"Why?"

"You know why," Sam said. He gently caressed G's breast and brought the colostrum to his lips.

"You are not doing what I think you are doing."

"I am." He licked one of fingers sticking it all the way into his mouth and making a loud sucking noise.

"Tease."

Sam brushed across his husband's breasts again and brought the colostrum to G's lips this time.

"That's too quirky for me."

"Open up, there's a first time for everything." G kept his lips sealed tight. Sam pressed his middle finger to his husband lips. "Open." G shook his head. "Resistant."

He moved away from Sam. "If you really want me to…." G grasped his husband's finger and opened his mouth. He licked and sucked the colostrum off of it. "Satisfied?"

"Very." Sam enveloped G's mouth and kissed him deep and hard claiming him.

G jerked away from him. "Shit!" His nipples shot off more colostrum. "What the hell is happening to me?"

"An exaggerated response is my guess."

"With this too?" He asked. "Where's a bra when you need one?" He chuckled at his own joke. "That means you need to stop touching me so much when we're around others."

"Makes me feel all warm and gooey inside knowing what my touch does to you."

"What?" G shot him a look.

"Warm and—"

"I heard you the first time." He shook his head. "Did you buy a breastfeeding bra too?"

"Not yet," Sam said. "If you are 48DD now, you might get bigger than this."

"Crap, I never thought about that." G pulled his lounging shirt down over his breasts.

"I love them." He eyed his husband's now covered breasts.

"You would have to say something like that."

Sam smacked his lips.

"And with sound effects." G made a face at him.

"You know you love every minute of me swooning over your well-endowed breasts."

He released a long sigh and wrapped his arms around Sam's neck drawing him into a tender kiss. "I do."

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