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AUTHOR'S NOTES:
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.
Breathlessness
Chapter 13
Sam slinked into the master bedroom keeping light on his feet as if he were replaying some boxing moves. He steadied his camera and shot numerous photos of his unaware husband as he laid on his back with the quintuplets strategically positioned on his breasts, arms, and torso. Sam lowered the camera and grinned wide. G loved the bonding time with his babies; a contented and satisfied mien lit up his facial features every time.
Sam flipped on his heels to leave the room.
"Hey, where are you going?"
"Need a break?"
"Could use one."
Sam gathered up their babies one at a time and placed them in their cribs. He started to pick up Makana.
"Except her."
"A special bond between daughter and father."
G nodded and brought his tiny, four pound daughter closer to his face. "My little Pumpkin," he cooed into her ear.
"Benji better not hear you say that." Sam chuckled.
"He suggested we nickname her that," he said grimacing. "You can take her now."
"You okay?"
"Peachy."
"What?" He shot his husband an odd look.
"Fine, satisfied?"
Sam lifted Makana into his arms and positioned her in the bassinet. The grueling first week had passed and their daughter now slept with them and her siblings in the master bedroom's special alcove. Kensi proved to be the perfect aid for their daughter, keeping her well-fed. During that first week home, Makana's dietary needs surpassed her siblings and she required extra bonding time with G.
Instead of G's stamina improving after giving birth to the quintuplets, Sam had noticed his husband's increased fatigue. He kept a watchful eye over him and made sure G got enough iron in his diet. He flipped on his heels and saw G was asleep. Sam settled down on the bed next to him and noticed his breathing was too shallow. He caressed G's cheek. "You okay?"
"You know that is the third time I've heard you ask that this morning?"
"Your breathing is off and you are more fatigued and—"
"Are you trying to be my mother again?" G winked at him.
"Seriously, I'm concerned."
He snuggled into Sam's warmth and sighed. "This is all I need right now."
"Another smooth change in the subject."
"I'm good at that." He closed his eyes.
"I'll let you sleep while I get lunch ready."
G reached his hand backward and grasped Sam's forearm. "Please stay."
He immediately noticed how cool to the touch his husband's skin felt. "You cool?"
"If you stay."
"Come on, man, I'm serious, you feeling cool?"
"A little."
Sam backed up and drew the covers over his husband. Again he observed his breathing and now it was more shallow than before. "G?" He wrapped his arm around his husband's waist and gave him a slight shake. "Sweetheart, wake up." When he received no response, Sam sat straight up in bed. He rolled G onto his back and pressed his ear to his husband's face. Almost no breath sounds.
Sam grabbed his cell phone off the nightstand and dialed 911. Next he called Hetty and informed her of his situation. Sam stayed by the bedroom but within earshot of the front door.
The first person who entered his house was Kensi followed by Deeks and finally Hetty.
Sam released a sigh of relief. "Stay here close to the front door, I need to check on G." He strode into the master bedroom to find his husband gasping for air. Sam kneeled at the bedside and started breathing for G.
Ah, a short teaser chapter with a cliffhanger, and I just love leaving these chapters like this.
Do not fret, no characters died in the making of this story.
More to come soon...