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Title: Troika

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.

Contractions

Chapter 7

G awakened to familiar and welcome sounds and smiled. My children. Nothing made him happier than to hear his children close by playing and laughing and enjoying themselves. He rang the bell on the nightstand and waited for Sam to come and get him. G craned his head down the hallway to see if his husband was on his way. Damn. He needed go to the bathroom soon or else use the urinal which he despised. It reminded him of the hospital. He rang the bell again and waited.

A feeling of impending doom swept over him. G grabbed the cell phone off the nightstand and autodialed his husband. Another contraction loomed closer. He positioned himself on his back with his knees drawn up, feet planted firm on the bed, and readied his body for the worst pain he had ever experienced in his life. Being shot five times years ago paled in comparison to this pain even though he passed out from those bullets. It was the shock of being shot which caused him to pass out. G braced himself and breathed as normal as possible.

Sam rushed into the master bedroom. "Sorry, sweetheart, had to shut dinner off on the stove," he said. "A contraction?"

"It's coming, same weird feelings and impending doom again."

Sam grabbed the cell phone from him and placed it back on the nightstand. He climbed onto the bed next to his husband and readied himself for the next move.

"I had to go pee."

"Did you?"

"No, this—" G grabbed his abdomen and his face twisted into a grimace.

"Don't hold your breath, release it." Sam pushed G's hands aside and massaged his abdomen. "That's it breathe into the pain."

G panted at first and then listened to Sam's expert instructions. He focused on his husband's hand making figure eights on his abdomen and breathed out in time with figure eights as they traced the outer reaches of his abdomen and breathed in when the figure eights crossed in the center of his abdomen. He imagined in his mind that the pain was leaving his abdomen as he breathed out. G closed his eyes and concentrated on his breathing and reminding himself to relax.

"You okay?"

He kept his eyes closed. "Pain was worse this time and the breathing worked better."

"Good," Sam said, "that book I bought has some great tips in it. Ready to see Alissa and Benji?"

"Past ready." G opened his eyes. "Need to see the little boy's room first."

Sam helped his husband into the wheelchair and pushed him into the bathroom. "Want privacy?"

"Stay." He settled down on the toilet seat and grabbed onto the stainless steel bar beside the toilet to steady himself. "Crap."

"Feeling weak."

"Yes, need help off the toilet."

"I think we need to change out the toilet."

"No, this will pass."

"And you are going to pass out and not be able to get off it." Sam helped him off the toilet and over to the sink.

G glanced at himself in the mirror. "I'm very pregnant now."

"Yes, you are," he said, "see what happens when you have two huge painful contractions."

"You going to rub it in again."

"Nope." He stood behind G and stroked his abdomen. "Did I ever tell you how sexy you look when you are pregnant?"

He washed his hands. "Numerous times." G smiled in the mirror at this husband.

Sam settled him into the wheelchair again and pushed him into the walk-in closet. "Want to change your clothes?"

"I like this." G glanced at his polar fleece lounging pants. "They're warm."

"I think your top needs to be washed."

"I'll agree with that." Sam pulled it over G's head and tossed it into the hamper. "I want to wear the aqua one."

"Picky."

"You know it's my favorite color."

Sam dressed him in the long sleeve, aqua t-shirt. "You definitely need a bra."

"My kids are going to think I had a sex change." G chuckled.

"You are feeling good after your contraction."

"I think I know why too," he said. "Every time I have one I know the babies are growing and I'm growing to accommodate them."

"And that's progress."

"Yes."

Sam kissed the top of his head. "Now there's the positive and the negative of contractions."

"Never thought of that way; pain equals gain," G said. "Kind of like weight lifting or exercising."

"Or training to become a federal agent."

"Is that the subtle hint that you miss your work?"

"The not-so-subtle hint."

"I'm thankful for the break," G said, "too much on my mind these days."

"And on and in your body."

"Don't touch the merchandize." He winked at his husband.

Sam chuckled and pushed the wheelchair down the hallway and into the kitchen and dining room.

"Daddy!" Alissa hurried over to her father and leaped into his lap hugging and kissing him.

"Easy, sweetie, Daddy is tired, remember."

"Sorry, and getting fat."

G chuckled. "You've always been right to the point." He hugged and kissed her back. "I've got an announcement."

"Why you are in this wheelchair?"

"Sweetie, I told you why Daddy is in the wheelchair," Sam said.

"I know but you didn't tell me about how fat he's getting."

"I'm not fat," G said, "I'm pregnant."

"You are going to have a baby?" Alissa's bright blue eyes widened.

"Babies, sweetie, I'm going to have babies."

"How many?"

"Three."

Alissa slid off her Daddy's lap and faced him. She felt his abdomen. "It's big."

"Yes, it needs to be so three babies can fit in there."

"You mean two more than when you were pregnant with Benji."

"Yes, that's right."

Alissa glanced over her shoulder at her brother playing with Legos on the deep blue, plush carpet in the dining room. "How are they going to fit in there?"

G chuckled. "Sweetie, Benji was smaller than he is now when he was born."

"Oh, that's right, I remember," she said. "Can I listen?"

"Go ahead."

Alissa pressed her ear to her Daddy's abdomen. "Not much going on in there."

"Will be sooner or later."

Benji stopped building his creation and brought it over to his father. "Look what I made for you, Daddy." G remembered the day his son was born. Both Sam and him believed both of their children would look similar as they grew older. Slim chance for that. Benji looked like Sam and Alissa looked like him. "Daddy, you got жир, fat." He gently placed his toy on the ground at his father's feet.

G chuckled upon hearing his son speak in Russian and then translate the word into English. "Yes, I did."

Benji climbed onto his father's lap and wrapped his arms around his Daddy's neck kissing and hugging him. "I missed you."

"I missed you too, pumpkin," G said. "Did you hear me tell your sister about the babies?"

"Babies?"

"Yes."

"We're having babies?"

"Yes."

"Oh boy!" Benji bounced off of his father's lap and twirled in circles around the wheelchair.

"Boys or girls?" Alissa asked.

"Two boys and a girl."

"Two brothers and one sister," she said joining her brother. "When? Where? How?"

"Hey, you two go wash your hands and get ready for dinner," Sam said.

G and Sam watched their children run down the hallway toward their bedrooms.

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G, Sam, Alissa, and Benji cuddled on the living room sofa and watched home made videos.

"I used to be that little?" Alissa asked.

"Yes, sweetie," Sam said.

"Can you show the one of Baby Benjamin?" she asked.

G pulled away from their group cuddle and crossed his arms. Sam surrounded his husband's shoulders with an arm and drew him back into them. "Easy, sweetheart, she just wants to see the whole family."

"Take me back to our room." Tears fell on his face.

"That's not a good idea tonight, Alissa, let's get you two off to bed."

"Only if Daddy reads me a nighttime story," Benji said.

"I think—"

"It's okay," G said sniffling back the tears, "I can do that, Benji." He wiped his face with a sleeve of his t-shirt.

Alissa climbed off the sofa and hurried over to her father's side. "Why are you crying, Daddy?"

Damn, I need to hold this together before I end up bawling. "I miss Baby Benjamin, sweetie."

"Oh, like Papa misses Baby Benjamin."

"Yes, just like Papa." He patted the sofa next to him and Alissa sat with him. G wrapped an arm around her shoulders and kissed the top of her head. "Except I kept it bottled up inside until I got pregnant with these babies."

"Because they remind you of Baby Benjamin?"

"Yes, in some way they remind me of him."

"Oh." She patted her father's abdomen. "I love you, Daddy." Alissa bounced off the sofa and rushed through the kitchen and dining room and then toward her room.

G smiled and released a long sigh. Sam helped him into the wheelchair and pushed him down the hallway behind Benji. "Can we tuck in Alissa first?" G asked as they neared the children's bedrooms.

"Sounds like a good plan." He pushed his husband into the her bedroom.

"Daddy, I want you to do it."

G stepped up to her bedside and pulled the covers up to her chin and tucked the blankets around her body. Alissa loved to be wrapped up as if she were a papoose just as he had done when she was a baby. Benji, on the other hand, enjoyed the freedom to move around at night. G leaned over and kissed his blonde haired, bright blue eyed daughter good night. "Do you like your room, sweetie?"

"I love it."

"Thank Auntie Hetty for it when you get a chance."

"I will, Daddy," she said, yawning. "Kiss me good night, Papa."

Sam leaned over and kissed her forehead. "Sweet dreams, little one." He eyed his husband and then the wheelchair.

G settled down into the seat knowing exactly what that look from his partner meant.

When they rolled past the light switch, Sam reached down and shut it off. After parking the wheelchair by Benji's bed, he helped his husband onto the bed behind their son. "You okay?"

"Why do you ask?"

"You are looking a little pale tonight."

"I'm feeling weaker than I did earlier."

"Perhaps the contractions weakened you."

"Maybe." He laid down behind his son and caressed his hair. "I missed you, Benji."

"Me too, Daddy," he said. "Can you read this one to me?" He held up a well-worn book with tattered pages.

"Are you sure, pumpkin?"

"My favorite."

Of all the books Benji had on his book shelf, he chose his all time favorite, the pregnancy book from six years ago. G edged up in the bed and held the book in both hands. "Which picture do you want to talk about?"

"Brothers and sisters."

"I see where this is going," G said, chuckling. "You would love to have another brother to play with."

"Yes, Daddy."

"How about two brothers?" Sam chimed in on the conversation.

"Two, wow, that would be nice."

"Good because Daddy is having two brothers for you."

"And I can help."

"Yes, you may." Tears formed in the outer corners of G's eyes. He opened the book to the chapter on multiples. Although it was a short one, it explained enough and had a handful of pictures for his son to peruse.

Benji pointed to the picture with two babies. "Like that one, Daddy?"

"Nope, you need this one here with three babies." G pointed to the next page with three identical babies lying on a blanket together.

"How do you say that word?"

"Triplets or Trojka," Sam said.

"You say it in Russian, Daddy."

"Тройню."

"I like it that way."

"Pretty soon he is going to know as much Russian as you." Sam settled behind his partner on the bed.

"Then you'll have two people keeping you up all night reciting their Russian." G chuckled.

"Say it again, Daddy, I like the way that one sounds."

"Troin yu."

Benji giggled. "Sounds like you are going to train me."

G rubbed his son's belly. "You silly boy."

"One more picture, Daddy."

G turned the page and flashed back to losing Baby Benjamin. He had awakened and felt his abdomen and nothing was there. G closed the book and tossed it over his shoulder onto the floor.

"Easy, sweetheart," Sam said, cooing into his husband's ear.

"Take me out of here, fast." Tears splashed down on his cheeks. Several missed his cheeks and plashed down on his son's face. "No!" The moment G saw the tear hit his Benji's face he flashed back to holding his dying son in his arms. G pushed backward trying to move Sam off the bed.

"Daddy."

Sam climbed off the bed and came around the other side of the bed. He sat at the foot facing Benji. "Daddy misses Baby Benjamin too much tonight."

"Sorry, Daddy."

G sat on the side of the bed facing the teal blue drapes covering the windows. "I can't do this, sorry, Benji." He stood and bent over to pick up the book off the floor. Mistake. Horrible, blinding cramps tore through his abdomen. He doubled over and shrieked before collapsing to his knees on the oak hardwood floor.

"G!" He rushed over to his partner's side and guided him onto the twin bed. "On your back, sweetheart, you know the routine."

"Daddy!" Benji moved over in bed to make room for his father. "What's wrong with my Daddy?"

"He's okay, pumpkin, he's having another contraction."

"What's a contraption?"

In spite of his horrible pain, G chuckled. "I wish it was that."

"It is a contraction, son, and it makes room for three babies in Daddy's abdomen."

"Say it in Russian, Daddy."

"Gees." He grimaced trying to focus on breathing out with his husband's abdominal massages.

"Daddy, please I want to know it in Russian."

"You are turning your son into Russian language freak at the young age of nearly three."

"Thanks a lot," G said, shooting his husband a look. "Схватки."

"Again, slower, Daddy."

He slowed his breathing and focused on his husband's gentle, soothing touch.

"Please, Daddy."

"Okay, one more time," G said. "Skhvatki."

"Sounds like squat key."

"You are close." And he was too. Finally, the contractions subsided and G released a long sigh and relaxed into the bed.

"And your color is back to normal."

"Interesting." G drew his son into his side and stroked his back. "I'm sorry about the book."

"It's okay, I learned two new words tonight."

"He's insatiable with those Russian words."

"Good, he'll keep me on my toes for learning the language."

"Let's get you into your own bed." Sam lifted his husband into his arms and started for their bedroom. "I'll be back to tuck you into bed, pumpkin."

He trudged down the hallway and entered the master bedroom suite a few minutes later, G asleep in his arms. Sam laid him on the bed and pulled a coverlet over him. "I'll be back to tuck you into bed." He tenderly kissed him on the lips and left.

Sam reentered Benji's room to find his son fast asleep with his favorite book tucked under his arms. It was time he purchased one on multiples just for Benji and in Russian. His son's appearance was increasingly darker skin than his sister's. They looked as if they had two different fathers. Well, in fact they did. Sam wondered who the triplets would turn out looking like, G or him. He removed the book from his son's arms and placed it on the floor beside the bed. Afterward Sam drew the covers up to his son's chest and kissed him again on the forehead. "Love you."

He pushed the wheelchair down the hallway flipping the light switches as he left the rooms. Sam parked the wheelchair next to the foot of the bed and climbed into bed next to his husband.

G stirred and glanced over at his husband. "Thank you."

"For?"

"Your smooth takeover of my contractions and handling Benji so well."

"You are welcome anytime, sweetheart," Sam said. "Clothed or naked?"

"Too tired for naked."

"As much as I love to feel your soft, naked, pregnant body next to my muscular one, I think that might be best for tonight."

"Did you just say soft?"

"I did."

"Is it?"

"Compared to my muscles, it is now."

G stretched out his right hand to touch and feel his husband's now naked, muscular torso. "I love these muscles."

"Muscles turn you on?"

"Always have."

"Now there's something to think about."

"What?"

"Keeping you pregnant and soft." Sam winked at him.

"Don't you even go there!" G made a face. "I'm glad you were joking."

"Me too, that's just too warped."

"Depraved and warped."

Sam leaned over and kissed G on the lips. "Interested in a massage anywhere."

"What do you have in mind?"

"You choose."

"How about we cuddle and smooch."

"I like the sound of that." Sam climbed off the bed and drew the drapes around the bed making it into a private space for them. He settled down on the bed next to his husband again and drew him into his body. "I love you."

"Hold me for now." Tears threatened to spill down his face. The memories and the heartache over losing his Baby Benjamin drew closer again. Sam caressed his husband's back. "That's what I need."

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