Title: The Magic Number

|~ Breakfast of Champions ~|~ Trinity ~|~ Portrait of a Marriage ~|

Author: Carla

Email: cmfloresfd@yahoo.com

Pairing: Sam/Brooke

Rating: R

Disclaimer: Don't own 'em don't know who does actually. No harm intended. No profit made.

Archiving: Okay to The Realm of the Shadow. All others please ask.

Feedback: Welcomed. Needed. Heeded.

A/N: Future fic. This could be grouped with 'Trinity' and 'Portrait of a Marriage' as a pre-quel of sorts to those two fics.

"Sam"

"Hmm yeah?"

They lay in bed, side by side facing each other, spent glistening with sweat in the glow of the late afternoon, coming through their bedroom window.

"You alive?"

"Barely"

"You're getting old" Brooke teased.

"No love, you are getting better and better is all."

"You liked, I take it?"

"I loved, in fact if you wanted to again…"

"Quite the eager little beaver aren't you?"

"Can you blame me? I have the hottest, sexiest most beautiful woman in New York, no make that the world, in my bed and I have the entire week free. No work, no appointments, nothing scheduled whatsoever for one whole week except `you' my love."

"Flatterer"

"Will it still get me everywhere?" Sam ran her hand down Brooke's side, nails lightly scratching. Brooke shivered.

"Sam I want to be serious"

"I am serious"

"About something other than sex."

"Is something wrong Brooke? Are you sick?"

"No. I'm fine nothing's wrong…in fact that's just it everything is pretty `right' with us now don't you think?"

"Sure…I guess?"

"I miss Mac, don't you?"

"You know I do but we'll see her in a few weeks when we go out to visit"

Brooke propped herself up on her elbow too look at Sam before leaning over to capture the brunette's perfect lips with her own.

"Still the best kisser ever."

"It's that whole `oral fixation' thing." Brooke smiled

"We've been together 6 years now Sammy"

"Can you believe, nobody thought it would last"

"We did"

"Yes we did Princess"

"I want a baby. I want to have a baby with you."

"Whoa slow down there Princess. I hate to be the one to tell you but no matter how many bowl of Wheaties I eat this…" Sam poked herself in the chest to emphasize her point "champion will still be shooting blanks"

"I'm serious Samantha."

"I'm sorry Princess. You want to talk we'll talk."

Silence.

"So you want to have a baby…with me?" Sam's voice held a note of incredulity.

"With you"

"Why?"

"Why not? Sammy we've been together six almost seven years now. I think this is it, it's fair to say that we're in this for the long haul. We've been out of college for two years, we both have great jobs that we love…"

"And I travel a lot for my job Brooke"

"Yes you do but I don't."

"Money?"

"We're fine with money Sam"

"You might be but I have student loans up the wahzoo and you were talking about getting your MBA remember you applied to a bunch of business schools."

"I'm not saying I want to go out and get pregnant tomorrow I saying I want us to start thinking about, planning it…" Brooke pinched the bridge of her nose and ran her hand through her hair sighing as she did so. "Sammy I love you I can't think of a better way to share myself, my life, with you than to raise a child, our child together with you. I know it's scary just please all I'm asking is for you to think about it."

"Could we really afford it? My student loans are almost $400 a month, rent, food, light, phone…" she went on ticking off expenses on her fingers till Brooke stopped her.

"Sam I do well at the brokerage, I'll do even better after I get my MBA. Daddy paid for Columbia and he would've paid for you too if you weren't such a stubborn wench."

"Hey!"

"An adorably stubborn wench I might add"

"That's better, continue"

"My point is he'd be willing to help with the student loans. Especially if he knew why?"

"What about you going back to school?"

"I hear in a few weeks"

"How will we pay for that?"

" `We' won't the brokerage will pay if I sign a contract agreeing to work for them for no less than four years. If not them then my father."

"We don't even know where we're going to be living in September."

"Well except for Wharton every place I applied to is either here, in NY, or back home, in California."

"Stanford, right?"

"Yep"

"The bay area is nice. I could see raising a kid there."

"You could?"

"Yeah"

"Thank you"

"For what?"

"For listening, for considering."

"Brooke?"

"What my Sammy?"

"How?"

"How what?"

"You know" Sam quirked an eyebrow and gently prodded Brooke in the belly.

"Well as you so aptly pointed out, you're not that good. I don't know really. I would like to use a known donor but on the other hand I feel weird about my child being conceived more out of science than love."

" `My mother was a test tube, my father was a knife', Robert Heinlien, Friday.'" Sam muttered. At Brooke's look of confusion she explained "Sorry, it just popped into my head."

"How apropos. Anyway known donors come with their' own set of complications. Remember what Lisa and Gail went through?"

"Yeah what a mess that turned out to be."

"Well at least we don't have a male sibling to `screw the brew' as it were."

"Harrison"

"You're kidding right?"

"No, seriously, think about it Sam. He's one of our closest and dearest friends. We've known him forever, since kindergarten or first grade maybe. He loves us and we love him. He's smart and usually kind. He's a good person. We could do a lot worse."

"One word: Ears"

"C'mon Sam, besides there's a good chance that the ears won't be an issue…"

"I'm sorry but you've seen the pictures, his grandfather and his father both have the ears. Those ears are a dominant genetic trait. I do not want to look at my child and think `Jughead' or worse still `Dumbo'"

"Sam!" Brooke swatted her lover on the arm.

"What it's true" the brunette whined "What about Josh?"

"Granted he looks good but he's out for two reasons. One – I have lint in my pocket with greater intellectual capacity than Josh. Two –Lily."

"Oh c'mon how much more up Lily's alley could it be?"

"Huh?"

"Think about it. How much more selfless, generous and PC can you get than letting your husband father your best friend's child with her lesbian lover who also happens to be your husband's ex lover too." Brooke laughed.

"He's still an idiot though"

"True"

"What about that photographer friend of yours' from work, Jason?"

"No. His boyfriend might not like it and worse yet he just found out he's HIV+"

"Oh my God when did he find out?"

"About a month ago when we were in London."

"Jeez"

"Yeah"

Silence.

"I guess Harrison isn't such a bad choice…"

"I wish I could have `your' child." Brooke stroked Sam's hair, then tangling her hand in the thick mass of hair at the nape of Sam's neck Brooke pulled the brunette to her for a passionate kiss. They moved further into each other's arms, the kiss deepened and their bodies began to move together. Sam slipped one rock hard thigh between the blonde's legs. She rolled Brooke onto her back, smiling as the woman beneath her unwittingly spread her legs further apart. Long fingers parted Brooke's folds, coating themselves in her arousal before sliding deeply into her, filling her gasping at the sudden intrusion.

"Brooke?" a whisper filled with love, filled with tenderness.

"Shhh…don't stop…feels good."

Brooke's moans filled her lover's ears as Sam continued stroking in and out of her, curling her fingers upward to reach Brooke's most sensitive spots. She spun out Brooke's pleasure, deriving her own from the feel of Brooke's passion coating her hand holding her fingers in a velvet vise.

"I wish I could be inside of you…like a guy. Wish I could give you a baby"

"Oh sweetheart I wish you could too"

"I wonder…I dream about being inside you like that…" Sam moved over Brooke, her hips undulating against the former cheerleader's thigh.

"God yesss…don't stop"

"Inside you…" Sam panted.

Brooke's legs were wrapped around the brunette's waist, forcing Sam, her thigh braced against the hand buried inside the writhing blonde, to increase the pressure on Brooke's throbbing clit with her thumb as her fingers slid deeper still.

"Deep inside you…"

"Sooo good…"

They moved against each other faster and faster, striving for the peak together.

"…Cum inside you like that"

"Oh God yes…Sam…Sam…Sammmmmmmmm" Brooke fell over the edge and into the abyss.

"Inside…my baby…" Sam's hips pistonned frantically, Brooke's arms and legs still wrapped around her, as she neared her own orgasm. She was panting deep guttural bursts of air punctuating her words.

**Pant**

"So close my Brooke…"

**Pant**

"Princess…"

**Pant**

"So close…"

**Pant**

"Feels so good inside you…"

"Come for me Sammy…cum inside me"

Chocolate eyes locked with hazel ones as Sam came, her juices coating Brooke's thigh as orgasm ripped through her.

A/N: What can I say? In `Moving Day', I alluded to Sam, Brooke and Harrison being together as a family, a triad. Someone recently sent me feedback on that story and it got me thinking. So once again Ladies and Gentlemen… :::drum roll::: …the fic. Enjoy. The only person I own in this fic is Bobby.

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Harrison John was taking pictures. Pictures of his son, Bobby. Bobby with his grandmothers, Jane and Debra. Bobby with his grandfather, Mike and his aunt, Mac. Bobby and Brooke. Bobby and Sam. Looking through the lens as Bobby pushed his entire hand into the cake in front of him, Harrison marveled at how much the child looked like his biological mother, Samantha MacPhearson.

"Hold that pose Bobby"

"No" it was the only word the child could be routinely counted on to say. The birthday boy crammed a fistful of cake and frosting into his mouth as the adults around him laughed.

"Enough already with the pictures, Harrison. Let my Dad take some with you and Bobby and then we'll get some of the four of us okay."

"Alright" He handed over the Nikon to Mike, showing him which buttons to press for automatic focus and flash.

"Let me just clean him up a bit. Come here little man Mommy wants to clean your face."

"No"

"Yessss" The child screamed with delight as Sam scooped him up in her arms spinning him around till she was in front of Brooke, who stood with a wet wipe at the ready.

"Thanks honey"

"Anything for you my love" Sam gave Brooke a quick peck on the cheek. Glancing down at Brooke's swollen belly she arched one perfectly sculpted eyebrow in a silent question.

"I feel fine. You're such a worry wart…I'm not due for another two weeks"

Sam deposited the squirming toddler on the floor - "Go to Daddy sweetheart" – and gave him a gentle push in Harrison's direction. "So sue me, I worry. After last time…"

"Shhh…That was five years ago and yes it still hurts but this time everything is fine." The blonde covered Sam's hand with her own as she held her brunette lover's hand to her belly. "Feel that. That's your daughter" She addressed her next remarks to the child inside of her "That's your Mommy Sam, she's worried about you but I told her not to be `cause you're doing just fine"

"How do you know it's a girl? We agreed no peeking remember?"

"I just know"

"Uh-huh"

"It's true mother's intuition and all that besides you knew with Bobby"

"I guess it's safe to tell you the truth now…I peeked with Bobby"

"Sam" Brooke swatted her partner on the shoulder "You didn't?"

"I did"

"Did Harrison?"

"No, you know how men get. They all want a son it's a sign of virility or something like that in the primitive part of their brains."

"Stop. You love him as much as I do"

"I do. Hey! Did you feel that; she kicked"

"Trust me I felt it. So `she'?"

"Mother's intuition"

"I see. Are you actually trying to look innocent `cause that fools no one."

"I am to innocent and just because you're pregnant doesn't mean you can slander me"

Just then Harrison walked up to them, Bobby in his arms. "Ready for the family portrait"

"Yeah"

Brooke sat on a medium high bar stool, behind her Harrison and Sam stood holding a wriggling Bobby between them.

"Say cheese"

"Just take the picture Mike. I don't think I can hold onto him for much longer."

The camera whirred and clicked.

Portrait of a Marriage

Summary: Future Fic /AU Fic whatever you want to call it. A young man tells the story behind a family photo to a friend. Hannah Green and Robert John MacPhearson are mine.

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Robert John MacPhearson opened the door to his apartment and turned on the light. "So this is the place…it's a bit of a mess. I haven't really had a chance to pick up this week. Anyway come in please make yourself at home"

Hannah Green laughed a light silvery sound that never failed to capture Bobby's attention.

"Thank you." She took her jacket off, draping it over the nearest chair.

She looked around the apartment, taking in the `mess' as Bobby had put it. Books and magazines were everywhere it was true but otherwise the room was clean. No food containers or dirty plates were to be seen. This alone was in Hannah's mind a good sign. The last guy to tell her that his place was `a bit of a mess' had had moldy plates scattered around his living room. "This isn't messy really"

Bobby moved around the room tidying up, collecting books and magazines, stacking them in neat piles on the dining table. "Sorry I keep meaning to read all of these but with school and everything…"

"I know who has time. Have you finished the case studies for Lawrence's class"

"Not yet I have one or two more to read tomorrow night. You?"

"I finished them last night." She had been moving steadily through the room, inspecting the knick-knacks and souvenirs of his life. "This is a nice picture"

Bobby looked at the picture Hannah held in her hand. "Yeah that was at my 2nd birthday party. My mother, Brooke, was pregnant with my sister, Joanne. She was born a week or so later."

"You look like the brunette."

"That's because she's my biological mother, Sam. The man is my father, Harrison John"

"Hence you name"

"Exactly"

"So now then let me see if I have this straight – so to speak – the blonde, Brooke, and the brunette, Sam, were a couple and Harrison was obviously a very good friend who helped them out."

"Yes and No" Bobby offered Hannah a can of Pepsi, took one for himself and sat down on the sofa. "They all went to high school together in California. Harrison was, in his own words, `in love' with both at one point or another. But nothing ever came of it, really because Sam and Brooke were in love with each other. They've been together since their junior year of high school. This year will be their 31st anniversary."

"And the No?"

"After they graduated from college, Brooke really wanted to have a baby and they asked Harrison to be the donor. He said yes on the condition that he be involved in the baby's life. Brooke got pregnant but there were complications, she almost died and the baby did die. During the whole trying to get pregnant, the pregnancy itself and everything that followed Harrison was there. He loved Brooke, you see. Brooke started seeing him in a different light and she fell in love with him too."

"But she still loved Sam right?"

"Therein lies the crux of the matter. I've never really asked for the gory details but eventually they settled into a triad with Brooke and Sam as the primary couple. Over time things evolved and it really did become a triad with each needing the other two the way more traditional couples need each other."

"When you were growing up did you live with all three of them."

"By the time I was born they were all living together, but mostly to take care of me. Sam and Harrison were still not really relating as `lovers' per se. I mean obviously they were on some levels, I'm here aren't I, but after I was born things changed with them too. They've been together, all three of them 23 years now."

"Wow that's incredible. How'd their families take it?"

"Pretty smooth actually. In the grand scheme of things a triadic relationship was nothing, Sam and Brooke are stepsisters. Their parents, Mike and Jane, married when they were in high school. Harrison's mother, Debra, left his father for another woman. So…"

"Yeah I could see where a third person is no biggie. Does your sister look like Brooke then?"

"Joanie looks more like my Dad but, Tyler, my youngest sister is the spitting image of Brooke when she was 16/17."

"Tell me more about your family"

"Like what?"

"What do your parents do?"

"Sam is a senior editor and columnist for the LA Times. Brooke is a lawyer now but she worked as a stockbroker when I was a kid. And Harrison is a photographer his stuff hangs in the MoMA and the Eastman-Kodak Gallery of Photography. I'm sure you have seen his stuff."

"Your dad is that, Harrison John?"

"Yeah"

"Wow. I'd love to meet him. I love his work. His last book was so moving…Sam wrote the text for that didn't she."

"Yes she did"

"Was it fun growing up with them?"

"It was. I had a really terrific childhood. I grew up in the San Francisco Bay Area. There was always an adult who loved me around, they encouraged us to use our imaginations and really let us grow and explore the world around us, without ever coddling us. I always knew that my parents would be there for me, no matter what. A lot of folks can't say that. We went camping every fall and skiing in the winter. In the summertime we went to my grandparents' home in Southern California. One thing I remember really was that there was always someone around… I have a pretty big extended family of friends and relatives."

"I come from a pretty small family myself. It's just me and my mom. My father walked out on us when I was really young; I can barely remember what he looks like. My mom was an only child so no cousins or aunts and uncles, you know?"

"I'd be lost without my family."

Carla