This is the sequel to Friction. I hope you enjoy the story.

Reviews appreciated and welcomed.

AUTHOR'S NOTES:

Title: Trojka

Rating: M

Story Premise: After over a year of taking an experimental drug to prevent further pregnancies, G makes a decision about his family and his career.

Category: A science fiction/hurt/comfort/angst story.

WARNINGS: Slash: G/Sam; Squick: M-PREG G Callen; Whump: G Callen; Prolonged Grief

DISCLAIMER: NCIS: Los Angeles and its characters are owned by CBS and the producers of it. I do not own anything, but if I did I would torture G Callen more and make him cry and suffer and have plenty of angst. I am grateful to CBS and the producers of NCIS: LA for their contribution to the world of entertainment.

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. I gain no profit from the creation and publication of this story. I love to play in the sandbox with the characters and their lives. I especially love to torture G Callen. It is fun!

Family

Chapter 1

G settled down on the dark teal blue living room sofa next to his husband and snuggled up close to him. Sam wrapped his arm around his lover's shoulders and kissed him on the head. G sighed.

"A rare quiet evening at home," Sam said, folding the newspaper on his lap and setting it aside. "What do you have in mind?"

"Who says I have anything in mind except smooching with you all evening?"

"If I'm reading you right, which I excel at these days, you've got something on your mind."

G sighed again.

"And that right there confirms it."

He pulled away and straightened placing his bare feet on the coffee table. "Okay, yes, I need to run something by you."

"Such as your sexy body." Sam stroked his lover's jeans covered thigh.

"Seriously."

"I'm serious." He chuckled.

"Can't get enough of me."

"Never." Sam sighed. "I'm more in love with you now than I was when you first got pregnant."

"Good." Maybe Sam won't protest this change. "What would you think of my retiring?"

His jaw dropped.

"I guess that means no."

"I didn't expect this, sweetheart."

"It's just a thought in my mind not a—"

"I'm not disagreeing with you, I'm shocked."

"Good." G grasped his lover's hand. "I've given it some thought for a while now and I'd like to be a full-time, stay-at-home father."

"What?" Sam's eyebrows almost touched in the middle.

"Listen to me." He turned sideways and rested his upper body against the armrest, stretching out his legs. "I want another baby."

"G, you are laying a lot on me right now."

"I said three and you said two."

"And you still want three."

"I guess I should've told you two wasn't enough for me."

Sam lifted his lover's feet and placed them on his lap. "When do you want to start making our next baby?"

"Any time is good for me," G said. "When is it good for you?"

"Now." He massaged his lover's left foot.

"You've got the wrong part of the body." He winked at him.

"I thought a little foreplay might be nice."

"Could be."

"Thought so." He lifted G's foot to his mouth and swirled his tongue around his lover's big toe before taking the toe into his mouth and sucking on it.

"Damn, that's hot." G panted and scooted further down the sofa wanting to be closer to his lover. "Don't stop, don't you dare stop."

"Someone missed their toe sucking this week." Sam chuckled and lifted G's right foot and sucked and licked his lover's big toe.

"Oh, damn." He unbuckled his jeans and pulled down the zipper.

"Hey, you are getting ahead of things," he said, "let me do that." He grabbed his lover's pants by the ankles and tugged them down his legs. "Going commando these days."

"Prepared."

"Come over here," Sam said. G crawled over to his lover. "Let's take this upstairs and make another baby."

"How about here?" He asked. "Alissa and Benji are spending the night at Hetty's."

"And you had plans to smooch and make love on the sofa," Sam said.

"Yes."

Sam pressed his right hand under his lover's deep blue t-shirt, stroking across his nipples.

G raised his arms. "Undress me."

"Pushy."

"I want another baby… yesterday."

Sam lifted the t-shirt off his lover's body and leaned in to flick his tongue across G's right nipple.

"Damn." G wrapped his arms around Sam's neck pulling himself onto his lover's lap. He reached down and unbuckled his lover's pants and lowered his zipper.

"I think someone is more desperate than I believed."

"I need to feel you in me."

Sam reached out his hands and smoothed them over G's nipples and chest. "These are swollen."

"What?" He shot his partner a look.

"Are you sure that medicine is working?"

G glanced down and examined his chest. "I'm excited, remember what happens when—"

"This is different and I can test my theory really fast." Sam pushed his lover onto his back and lowered his own jeans. "One thrust inside you will tell me the truth."

G slid backwards on the sofa, pulling away from his lover.

"Where are you going?" Sam wrapped a muscular arm around his lover's waist and yanked him back down under him. "Time to test my theory." He hovered over his lover waiting to enter him.

"Wait!"

"For what?"

"I… damn… something happened a month ago with the medicine."

Sam kneeled between his lover's bent and stretched open legs. "A month ago?"

"Yes, I should've told you but—"

"You didn't think it was that important?"

"That's not it."

"Then what?"

"The medicine started to make me ill."

Sam sat back on his heels. "I think we need to see Dr. Daniels." He sighed. "Morning sickness?"

"Don't know."

"G!"

He sighed. "Crap, yes, okay, maybe."

"For a month?"

"At least," G said. "It's an experimental drug and who knows if it is 100 percent reliable."

"Then it is even more important that you see Dr. Daniels."

"It's worked for over a year."

"And you took it everyday, right?"

"You are accusing me of trying to get pregnant?" G moved away from his lover and sat upright against the armrest. He grabbed his t-shirt and started to put it on again.

"Stop, sweetheart, I'm not pointing the finger at you," Sam said. "Come over here." He settled back on the couch and opened his arms, inviting his lover and husband onto his lap. G climbed off the couch and plodded toward the kitchen, Sam followed him. "Hey, come here, let's kiss and make up."

"Screw you."

"Not this again."

"Yes, this again, you are accusing me and I'm defending myself."

Sam sighed.

G fixed a cup of tea for himself and tried to ignore his husband's disgusted noise. Tears formed in his cerulean blue eyes. "I didn't do anything wrong." Sam came along side him wrapping an arm around his waist. G leaned into his lover's body wanting to be close.

"We need to get the medicine tested and you to the obstetrician."

"You still going to make love to me?"

"Anywhere you want to, sweetheart."

G fell into his lover's arms resting his head on Sam's chest. "I'm sorry I didn't tell you sooner." He slid an arm around his lover's waist and gazed up into his eyes. "Thank you for this baby." G slid his other arm around his lover's neck and drew him down for a passionate, lingering kiss.

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G fidgeted and tapped his foot on his chair nonstop while he waited for his appointment with Dr. Daniels. Sam pressed his left hand on his lover's right thigh attempting to quell his partner's nervous habit. G grasped it intertwining his fingers with his lover's. "I wonder if the test came back on the medicine," he whispered.

"We'll soon find out." Sam leaned in closer to his husband. "Meanwhile, you need to calm yourself."

"You plan to help me with that later?"

"I guess that's your not-so-subtle hint."

"Yes, the one which invites you into my bed," G said lowering his voice even more.

"Can be arranged."

"Even if I'm moody."

"Especially if you are moody," Sam said, stroking G's face. "I like my men moody and barefoot."

"How about fancy-free?"

"We can skip that part."

G chuckled.

"Mrs. Mercurial, the doctor will see you now." The nurse announced by an open door.

"I wonder—"

"Don't go there, G," Sam said, chuckling.

They followed the nurse down to the doctor's office. Sam came behind G, pressing on the small of his back. They both sat in chairs and waited for the doctor's arrival.

"Now I'm freaked out." G tried to keep his hands from moving. Impossible. "No examination. I don't like the looks of this already."

"We need to not jump to conclusions."

"Right, I know the next step is going to be an ultrasound." His toe tapping started again.

Sam grasped his lover's right hand and caressed it in his. "Easy, G."

The door opening startled G. He sighed and twiddled the fingers on his free hand.

Dr. Daniels settled into his chair behind the desk. "First off, I hope you two planned to have another baby."

"We just discussed this the day I called you," Sam said. "And we both want another child."

"Well, that's good because you are pregnant, Mr. Callen."

"Good, because I wanted a third child," he said. "What about the medicine?"

"It appears there was a mix up with your medication at the pharmacy."

G's jaw dropped. "What kind of mix up?"

"This is the worst of the news." Dr. Daniels swallowed hard and glanced down at the patient's chart in his hands. "The medication you took was a fertility drug."

G's eyes widened. "Does this mean an increased chance of multiple births?"

"Yes, however, we must take into account your manhood and that might decrease that chance."

"One cancels the other," Sam said.

"It appears so at this time," Dr. Daniels said. "I want to do an ultrasound next week. We'll skip this week's test and go with your scheduled doctor's visits and you taking your prenatal vitamins everyday. My nurse informed me that your morning sickness is fairly severe this time."

Sam glanced sideways at his partner. "You didn't tell me that."

"Sorry, I didn't want to worry you."

"Worry me?" He asked. "You trying to humor me, G?"

"Damn it."

Sam slipped an arm around his lover's shoulders drawing him into his side. "Next time, just tell me the truth."

"Remember, after this, there won't be a next—"

"You know what I meant." He shot his lover a look.

"If it gets too severe to eat, I'll need to hospitalize you," the doctor said.

"Damn it, I hope not." When it came time to deliver the baby a hospital was his first choice due to circumstances beyond his control. It was his last choice to settle his stomach. In fact, hospitals caused the opposite reaction.

I hope you enjoyed the first chapter. More to come soon...