New story! Another request for G/Marty. I love this pairing. So damn cute! Alright, so right now their a little OC but come on it's just too cute for them not to be. Don't worry they're get back to themselves as the story goes on. I just couldn't pass the chance up. Anyway, I truly do believe that this is exactly how they would act in this situation.

Warnings: Sex, violence. I'll probably add more as I write, but if you see anything you want me to add just tell me and I will!

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Yawning loudly Callen made his way to his front door already dreaming about climbing into bed. He and the rest of the team had the day off. Which, of course, meant that he was going to head over to Sam's and help him fix up the backyard.

It was something of a tradition for them to do. Not that the man's yard actually needed much work. It was usually just them making room for whatever plants the Hanna family had found that year that they wanted to plant.

He and Sam would spend a few hours pulling weeds and making beds for the plants and sometimes even hanging planters. While they did this Michelle and Kamran went to the store to get the plants along with everything they'd need to take care of the plants.

It was hard work, but by the time everything was where they wanted it was time for dinner. Sam would pull out the grill while Michelle set up the porch and table. Which left him and Kamran to go into the kitchen and cut up the fruits and veggies.

By the end of dinner the four of them were laughing and talking and acting as if they were a family. Something that was more than a little bittersweet to Callen when he'd think about it after he left the home.

Don't get him wrong he loved hanging out with Sam and his family. He knew that they all considered him to be part of their family as well. Hell, both Kamran and Aiden called him Uncle Callen now and he loved it. He loved them.

In the back of his mind though he knew that though this was the family he was making it wasn't he family. Sam and Michelle had built their family on their own and then brought him into it when they were paired up. He appreciated it more than anyone could ever guess.

At the same time though wanted to do that for himself. He wanted to have a reason to invite Sam over other than a game was on. He wanted to have a reason to do up his backyard or, hell, a reason to do up his house at all.

Alright, so he had a reason. He knew he had a reason to do everything it was that he wanted. There was a part of him that felt as if there was something missing still. He just had no idea how he was supposed to bring it up.

Callen shook his head hoping to knock those thoughts away. They weren't going to help him right now and if he didn't get rid of them he wasn't even going to be able to get the little sleep he normally got.

Before he could open the door to his home however he heard soft talking from inside. Instantly a content smile came to his lips. He couldn't believe how simply hearing movement and talking inside his home filled him with peace.

After almost seven months of living together it was still unbelievable to him that this was what he got to go home to. That even when he wasn't at home himself it wasn't empty anymore. He had a real home now.

Opening the door he was hit with the smell of garlic and onions. For the tiniest of moments he found himself questioning whether he had walked into the wrong house. He pushed those thoughts away as he closed the door behind him.

As he moved through the house the voice got louder. He could only hear one voice and it didn't sound as if it was replying to anyone. Of course, he was talking to himself. Shaking his head he went into the kitchen and had to stifle a laugh.

There stood his captivating husband. The smile on his lips got bigger at that. If he thought coming home to someone else was never going to get old than he didn't know what to think about being able to call someone his husband.

That was exactly what the man was though. For seven months he had had a husband. He had been a husband as well. For all the dreaming he had done as a kid he never thought that it would lead him to this.

To watching the man he loved making dinner for them awhile he talked to his dog. It was so homey and everything that he had ever wanted and thought that he wasn't good enough to have. It was right in front of him.

"Isn't talking to yourself a bad sign?" Callen teased leaning against the door way.

"I'm not talking to myself," Deeks replied turning to face him with a roll of his eyes, "I'm talking to Monty."

"Stimulating conversation."

"Sometimes the best one I have all day."

Snorting Callen pushed himself off of the wall and made his way closer to his husband. The ocean blue eyes sparkled with mischief as he turned back to the stove and stirred whatever it was he was making.

Licking his lips the older man walked up behind the man he loved and wrapped his arms around his waist. Simply being able to hold the other man like this was more than he ever could have dreamed of.

Callen rested his head on Deeks back letting himself soak in the warmth of the man. He always seemed to run a few degrees warmer than everything else. He had actually began to jokingly call him 'Sunshine' because of it. It was actually the first nickname that he had come up with for the man.

In his chest the agent could feel his heart skip a beat as he thought about everything he had with the other man. A part of him was still convinced that Deeks was a committed spy that was sent after him for some reason.

It was stupid and he knew that, but he couldn't help himself. Things like this didn't happen to people like him. He was the type of person that faded out in the world without anyone even knowing he was there.

At least that's what he had always thought. Then he joined NCIS and it was as if everything began to slowly fall into place. Not everything, of course, but enough that he didn't feel as if he had to walkaway when it got to be too much.

Not to say that he didn't want to leave sometimes. He loved NCIS and Deeks with all of his heart. He truly did. Having a team and a husband though was so far out of his comfort zone that it wasn't even funny.

He was lucky when it came to the younger man. Not only did he understand where Callen was coming from he had the same feelings sometimes. The only difference was that he had learned not to give into them no matter what.

With all the ups and downs their relationship had it was nice knowing that even if he did trip up that he wasn't going to leave. He wasn't going to let him off easy either, but Callen wouldn't have it any other way.

"What are you thinking about, G?" Deeks questioned putting the spatula down and turning in his arms.

"You," Callen whispered threading his fingers through the blond hair and pulling him down.

The kiss was barely more than a peck, but was perfect. It felt like home and love. Callen knew that he was getting soppy each day he was with Deeks, but he couldn't bring himself to care. He was happy. For the first time in his life he was truly happy.

"Dinner will be ready in a few," Deeks stated after breaking the kiss, "Why don't you go take a shower?"

"Are you saying I smell?" Callen cocked an eyebrow running his hand over his lovers back.

"Oh no. How did you crack my secret code?"

Shaking his head Callen kissed the man once more before pulling away fully and starting towards the bathroom. He couldn't help but look around his house as he went taking in everything that had changed since Deeks moved in.

It wasn't until a week before their wedding that the younger man had made the move into his home. In a fit of stupidity, as Callen liked to think, he had wanted a way out even after he asked the man to marry him.

He had been so sure that it was all some sick joke that was being played on him. Being this happy and content with the world wasn't right. He had to be ready for all of it to come crashing down around him.

Walking into the bathroom he closed the door behind him and started to pull off his clothes as his mind raced. It was doubtful that he was ever going to believe that it was all going to last, but he was going to enjoy it while he had it.

As soon as he thought that his mind questioned whether or not he really had it. They might be married, but it wasn't as if anyone on their team knew about it. Well, outside of Hetty. They weren't stupid enough to hid something this big from her.

They had made the decision not to tell anyone though. The last thing they needed was for people to question whether they could still do their job or if Deeks needed to be sent back to LAPD full time.

So, Hetty and Vance knew about their relationship. Hell, Hetty had actually been the one to officiate it while Vance acted as a witness. Sometimes Callen wondered if there was anything that the woman wasn't capable to doing.

Either way he was simply glad that the two of them knew that anything that was happening between the men wasn't going to interfere with their work. They were professional and nothing was going to change that. It did help that they weren't paired on missions.

Which made Callen remember that they had a team that they were lying to. Seven months married was something that you told the people in your life. Especially when you thought of those people as family.

It was easier to not tell though. They knew what they were doing and nothing had really changed between any of them. The team had a good dynamic going on and neither of them wanted to change that just yet.

Shaking his head Callen made sure the clothes were in the hamper, Deeks was surprisingly a bit of a clean freak, before he turned on the shower and climbed in. The hot water washed over his sore body drawing a sigh from him.

For a moment he simply stood there letting the water drench him. It wasn't as if he had any place else that he had to be. Unless the two of them got called out for a case than he was home. He was home.

Once he felt his muscles start to relax he reached out to grab his body wash only to have his hand run into something else. Looking down he saw Deeks shampoo. It wasn't much, but the reminder that he wasn't alone anymore made him smile.

Maybe he was stupid for thinking it, but he never wanted that feeling to go away. That wonder and love he felt every single time he thought about his husband was the best feeling that he had ever had. The idea that one day it would be gone broke his heart.

Sighing he turned off the shower and grabbed a towel before going into their bedroom. The bed looked so inviting and all he wanted to do was fall on it and sleep. It wasn't as if he was really hungry anyway. He had eaten at Sam's.

Deeks had made dinner though. He wasn't going to blow that off. Pulling on a pair of boxers and pajama bottoms he went back into the kitchen just as the younger man was setting the plates on the table.

"We're having ice cream sundaes?" Callen questioned confused.

"Of course not," Deeks replied with a grin, "We're having them for dessert."

"Then what were you stirring?"

"Ha! Pay up, Monty. I told you he'd never realize there was nothing in the pot."

"It smells like garlic and onions."

"Yeah, from when I had dinner. Two hours ago. I'm guessing that's probably when you ate as well. Right?"

Looking over at the smug man Callen couldn't help but start laughing. He really did love when Deeks pulled one over on him like that. It made him remember exactly why he had fallen in love with him.

"Have I told you I love you, Marty?" Callen teased picking up his spoon.

"It's implied," Deeks shrugged with a smirk, "But I love you as well. Now eat your dinner before it goes warm."

With a shake of his head the older man started to dig into his ice cream as he listened to his husband tell him about the day he had. Apparently Nell had roped him and Eric into doing a little charity work with some kids.

Almost instantly he was thinking about the other man running around with small kids laughing and playing. It wasn't all that hard to imagine. Deeks got along with pretty much anyone. He was also a big kid himself.

For some reason though the image of his husband surrounded by children made his heart pick up. That was what was missing from their lives. A little child to be able to raise and be able to call their own.

"G," Deeks called resting his hand on the agents, "You okay?"

"What do you think of kids?" the older man asked before he could lose his nerve.

"I love kids. You know that. Why?"

"What do you think about us having kids?"

Ocean blue eyes went wide as the detective froze. It wasn't often that he was able to make his husband stop moving, but he couldn't celebrate his victory when his heart plummeting into his stomach.

"Marty..." Callen tried to start only for the other man to raise his hand.

"You want to have kids," Deeks whispered his eyes moving to look at everything but Callen, "You want to have kids with me."

"It was just a..."

"Don't. Don't you dare take that back, G Callen. I don't think I could handle it if you did."

Callen's eyes darted over his lover's face for a moment before the words sunk in. An ear splitting came to the agents lips as he moved out of his chair and gathered Deeks into his arms crushing him into a hug.

"I love you, Marty," Callen muttered into the man's ear, "I love you so much."