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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.

Taking Makana Home

Chapter 12

G stared at the LCD TV on the opposite wall arms crossed high on his chest. Or was it breasts? It no longer mattered to him. He was born for this job. Everything about being a mother and a father was natural to him, to his very being. In spite of being used as a human guinea pig in an unauthorized government experiment, he loved every moment of nursing his newborns. And five at once no longer bothered him. I will be damned if all of my babies do not come home with me. "My final answer is no."

"I never thought I'd live to see the day when you refused to leave a hospital." Sam edged closer to his husband and lover in the oversized hospital bed.

"Don't start." The corners of his mouth turned downward. "I'm not leaving without her."

"What started this—"

"Don't do this!"

"Okay, what do you need from me?"

"Nothing because you can't solve my problem."

"In two hours we leave."

"You leave, I'm staying."

"Stalemate."

"Very funny."

"It wasn't supposed to be."

Hetty sauntered into their obstetrics ICU suite.

"Do you ever knock?" G asked. "We could be lying here naked having sex."

"Not according to your discharge orders."

"Is there anything you don't know about?" He sighed. "Don't answer that."

"Gentlemen, I finished my project and your ride is here."

"Your project?" G glanced at her tilting his head.

"Your house is ready for all of your babies to come home."

"Just one problem."

"Yes, Mr. Callen?"

"All of my babies can't come home." He huffed out his indignation over the situation. "Makana has to stay for one more week due to her size."

"I thought the neonatologist determined that all the babies were full-term."

"True and Makana is different and I'm confused about that part."

"Let me have a word with your doctors."

After she left Sam said, "Go get 'em Hetty!"

"I guess we just sicced Hetty on the neonatologist," G said, smirking. "I hope she gets further than I did."

"Diplomacy trumps a conniption fit any day."

"I didn't have a conniption fit."

"Okay, it was a fit of pique."

"A what?" He made a face.

"A temper tantrum."

"A hissy fit."

"You went off in a huff."

"How could I do that when I'm confined to a bed for a month?" He huffed again.

"There, you just did it again," Sam said. "You do tirades better than Benji ever did."

"I ought to punch you for that."

"I'd like to see you try."

G attempted to roll over in bed. Sam dragged his husband back harder against his body surrounding the weaker man with both arms above his husband's well-endowed breasts.

"Watch the merchandize."

"You planning on selling your breasts at some bazaar."

G chuckled. "Not possible, they're too bizarre."

Sam shook his head. "You are good with the comebacks this morning."

"I've missed our bantering."

"Me too, sweetheart."

"Are we starting that again?"

Sam planted light kisses along the back of his husband's neck. "I never stopped."

"You missed a spot—Hetty." He huffed again. "We were just starting something and you should knock."

"I solved the problem," she said, pulling up the nearest chair and settling down on it.

"I think she plans to stay a while," G said. "There goes our hot and passionate lovemaking session." He chuckled and glanced over his left shoulder at his husband.

Sam got the message and stopped kissing G's neck.

"She'll need 24/7 care by a neonatal nurse and a special bassinet for a week," Hetty said. "50,000 dollars a day."

G's jaw dropped. "We don't have that kind of money to—"

"And you won't need that kind of money, Mr. Callen."

"You going to pay for it?"

"Nope, your friendly government is going to pay for it."

"Too friendly if you ask me." He patted his abdomen around the incision site.

"They paid for the upgrades to your house."

"Upgrades?" His jaw dropped again.

"Footed the bill on an addition to your nursery and master bedroom."

"I spend three weeks in the hospital and now you've remodeled my home."

"Had to be done, Mr. Callen, your home as it was couldn't accommodate the quintuplets."

Invasion of privacy. He decided to hold his tongue about it though knowing there were bigger issues at stake. "No one is going to take care of my babies except my family."

"Mr. Callen—"

"G, come on, this is different."

"And I don't care, only family touches my children!"

"Is there something you two need to tell me?" Hetty leaned forward in her chair.

"He's been this way since the beginning," Sam said.

"Needing to take care of your children because of your foster home history."

"Something like that," G said, calmer now. "I'm not changing the way I do things for anyone or any situation."

"You might want to make an exception—"

"No!" Damn. I cannot stay calm for any time longer than 30 seconds. Absurd. "I refuse to lower my standards."

"Is this about Baby Benjamin?" Sam asked.

"What?" G glanced over his shoulder at his husband. "This is about our daughter, Makana."

"And about Baby Benjamin and your guilt."

"Guilt?"

"Yes, guilt."

Tears wetted G's eyes. "Maybe that too."

"I have survivors guilt too, sweetheart," Sam said. "We survived our baby and it hurts and it won't ever go away."

"Why did you have to bring up this right now?" Sam handed his husband the Kleenex box. G grabbed a handful of tissues and dabbed his eyes with one. "I'm not leaving her behind and no one, and I do mean NO ONE, is taking care of my daughter except my family."

Hetty stood and faced the only window hands clasped behind her back. A cloudless sky. "Mr. Callen, what if one of your extended family members learned how to care for Makana?"

"I hope you not going to ask Kensi."

"You don't think she can do it."

"I didn't say that," G said. "She already does so much and I wouldn't want to place any more burden—"

"Let's allow her to make a decision about this." Hetty flipped on her heels and faced them. "I shall return in a few minutes."

"Call her on the speaker phone right here in the room." G sighed. "I want to know she was not coerced into this task." He watched Hetty autodial her number.

"Hetty, I'm kind of busy right now." An exasperated voice came through the speaker phone. "Deeks! You are asking for it!" A long pause followed with Alissa and Benji giggling and next squealing in delight. "Sorry, needed to get the upper hand."

"On what, Miss Blye?"

"Our water balloon fight." She finished her short sentence breathless. "Three against one."

G and Sam glanced at each other.

"She's got the job," G said chuckling.

"What job?" Kensi asked. "Did I just get nominated for something even more harrowing than blasting Deeks with a water balloon gun?" She laughed and snorted.

"Only if you want the job, Miss Blye," Hetty said. "Mr. Callen needs a full-time, 24/7 attendant for Makana for one week."

"I'd love to do it," she said. "Your kids are a blast, Callen."

"Requires some training."

"I can train, I'm training Deeks right now, he hasn't moved from behind the bushes."

G chuckled again. This was what he hoped to hear. Yet he refused to push someone into a position they were not able to handle nor care to do. G counted on Kens countless times in the field and now she was about to prove herself again in his own home.

"Please come to the hospital for your training session." Hetty disconnected the phone call. "I've some work to do with your two doctors. It shouldn't take long to convince them." She left the room again.

"Do you think we should start smooching again?" G asked.

Sam answered his husband with a few strategically placed light pecks on G's neck and left earlobe.

"Damn, you are good." He leaned into his husband's expert lovemaking. "I wish we could you know."

"Me too."

When Hetty entered their suite again, G startled. "Obviously, you are not accustomed to knocking." While it irked him on one hand to have his privacy invaded, on the other hand, his operations manager was getting the job done. He took in a deep breath and grasped his husband's hand hoping for good news.

"Your check out time has been extended for four hours while Miss Blye gets trained to take care of Makana."

G released the breath he was holding with a long sigh. "She's here already?"

"On her way and will arrive within the hour," Hetty said. "Miss Blye and Mr. Deeks are handing off the kids to Mr. Beale and Miss Jones."

"Children taking care of children." Sam chuckled.

"They're not children, Mr. Hanna."

"Tell that to Alissa and Benji." G chuckled. "They love their time with uncle Eric and auntie Nellie."

"Nellie?" Hetty asked.

"Benji's nickname for her," G said.

"As well, Mr. Callen, a team of nurses will instruct you in the care of Makana."

"What's there to do besides what I've been doing?"

"Apparently, more than what they originally taught you if she is going home with the family later on today."

G released a nervous sigh in a staccato breath and tightened his grasp on Sam's hand. Now they tell me. He steeled himself for the latest instructions on how to care for his smallest baby.

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