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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.

Bambi

Chapter 16

Sam and G laid naked in each other's arms under the chocolate, canopy's fabric draped around their king-sized bed.

"How was it for you, sweetheart?"

"Perfect."

"No room for improvement then?"

"Always room for something new and different… and…" G rolled to his right side and faced his husband. "Did I tell you today how much I love you?"

"At least five times in the shower."

"Good."

"And after each time you came."

"And that totals?"

"Eight."

"Got to love those pregnancy hormones." G traced circles around Sam's left nipple. "And you told Hetty three hours."

"Yes." Eight hours had passed and no one had knocked on the door. Sam sighed. They both needed this special time together. "How about some Bambi?"

"Is that some new type of kinky sex?" G asked with a straight face.

"What?" He shot him a look, his eyebrows creasing together.

"We were talking about sex and suddenly you mention Bambi."

Sam shook his head. "Now you have a one track mind." He chuckled.

"Always had a one track mind with you."

"Okay, you are fixed."

"Fixed?" G smirked. "More like fixated… on you." He chuckled. "What about Bambi? Is it the X-rated version?"

Sam chuckled and wrapped his arms around G drawing him onto the length of his body. "Ever seen the X-rated version?"

"Nope."

"It is movie night and I thought we'd all watch Bambi together."

"And smooch."

"And feed our babies."

"You mean I'll feed our babies and you'll relax."

"Nope, I'll give you a back massage while you feed the babies and we'll all watch the movie."

"My kind of movie watching," G said stroking Sam's velvety chest and paying close attention to his sensitive nipples. "Popcorn?"

"Anything you want."

G eyed him.

"Within reason and anything that is G-rated."

"My kind of rating." He winked at Sam.

"You know what I meant."

"I certainly did." G smirked. "We better get dressed if this is a family night."

Sam caressed and squeezed his husband's tight glutes with both hands. "This won't do for a G-rated movie night."

"If you keep that up, we'll be experiencing an R-rated movie."

He pushed G off his body and sat up in bed.

"That was abrupt."

"And necessary for you."

"Why?"

"You are already hard."

G glanced down at his body. "I didn't notice, strange."

"Maybe Dr. Daniels slipped some Viagra into your last parental iron infusion."

"Very funny." He sat up on the opposite side of the bed and finished drinking his high protein shake Sam had fixed him earlier. "Maybe you slipped some into this drink."

Sam scooted across the bed and straddled G's body wrapping his arms around his husband's waist. "I think you and I are back to normal again."

"Wait a minute, did you put something else into this drink?"

"A little bit of your breast milk."

"Seriously?"

"Yes, taste good?"

"Strange, why?"

"Whatever we milked off while having sex."

"Now who's the strange one?" G asked leaning backward into his husband's hot, naked body. "Talk about a Bambi movie. You stole milk from innocent babies and gave it to an unwitting man."

"I think you have the wrong movie."

"Robinhood?"

"No." Sam planted tender kisses along the back of G's neck. "Still the wrong movie. Sounds more like some sci-fi flick."

"You mean like my life and giving birth to quintuplets and being a man." He shuddered and sighed. "If we continue…."

"I know, once more and then I'll stop."

"Seriously?"

"Seriously." Sam trailed kissed down G's shoulders. "Can you handle one more time?"

"Tired and need to feed our babies."

"Later then."

"Can't wait." G relaxed against Sam's chiseled chest and torso and sighed.

TROJKA TROJKA TROJKA

G settled into a semi-reclined position on his side. Sam laid behind him corralling Michael, Maddox, Marquois, McKenzie, and Makana between them while massaging G's back. Benji and Alissa each took up spots by the foot of the bed closer to their Daddy. They loved to watch their siblings feed at their Daddy's breasts.

"Who do you want to feed first?"

"Our Pumpkin and Marquois, the two little piggies."

"Поросят," Benji said. "Learned a new word."

"Okay, what do you teach him now?" Sam asked.

"He asks me what words mean and I tell him in Russian."

"Is this your new game?" He sighed. He believed one person speaking Russian was enough. Now he had two.

"No, just trying to teach him more Russian and he loves it."

"He isn't even in kindergarten and knows more Russian than English." Sam sighed.

"He said, piggies." G reached an arm around Sam's neck and pulled him down for a kiss. "Don't worry about it."

"не слоняться," Benji said. "Получить комнату."

"Benjamin Samuel Hanna!" G admonished his son. "I think you better rethink that."

"It is as if he's speaking a foreign language."

"He is." G chuckled. "He forms and makes sentences better than me."

"Damn it, he almost knows as many words as you."

"As a matter fact, he knows more." He grinned wide feeling proud of his son's ability to pick up a foreign language better than he ever did.

"What?" Sam's lower jaw slacked open.

"You've got the wrong words to start with," G said. "It is не путаешься."

"Smooching, Daddy?"

"Yes, kissing is smooching not mooching."

"Oops, sorry, не путаешься," Benji said. "The second sentence is—"

"Correct, except we do have a room, and you are in it."

Benji giggled and covered his mouth. Alissa giggled too and the two of them wrestled each other on the bed.

G and Sam watched them and chuckled. Sam handed his husband Marquois and Makana and watched G's practiced hands position them at his breasts.

"Успокойтесь дети," G said motioning with a single finger and pointing to their two siblings at his breasts. He watched them both crawl closer to their brothers and sisters and cuddle up next to Sam.

Sam gave him a look again.

"I told them to settle down."

"I get to hold the Pumpkin first," Benji said.

"Then you have to let her feed," G said, "she needs extra food."

"Let's watch Bambi." Sam dimmed the lights and started the movie. "Are you telling me Alissa knows Russian too?"

"да."

"At least I know one word in Russian," he said. "Yes, right?"

"And you come in last place." G smirked. "If you want I'll give you lessons too."

"Could be interesting with us all speaking Russian."

"Popcorn?"

"Another swift change in the subject." He grabbed the bowl of popcorn off the nightstand. "While you are breastfeeding?"

"Is there a law against it?" He chuckled.

"Not yet." Sam winked at him.

"I'll protest if one's passed." G winked back at him.

Sam popped a few kernels of popcorn into his husband's mouth and started massaging his back again.

"A little higher, yes, perfect." He sighed.

"Glad you didn't say lower."

"It is Bambi, Sam, and this is a family movie night." G chuckled. Tears moistened his cerulean blue eyes.

Family. It was all G ever wanted to find in his life. The very thing which completed him, finally.

Family. It began with a search for his father seven years ago. Now the search was fulfilled. I am the father I always wanted and needed to discover. I found the father within me just like Sam said I would.

A wide grin spread across G's face as he glanced around the bed at his children, his babies, and his beloved husband. Семья.

Just in case you are wondering, the last word is family.