A/N: Image in my head. You know the rest.
"Thanks, Doc." Deeks shakes the doctor's hand and steers his wife out of the office.
Shoulders slouched, she walks out of the hospital, defeated look on her face. Tears slipping down her cheeks, she somberly leans into her husband's embrace when he wraps his strong arm around her, guiding them to the truck.
Once they make it through the parking garage and get to the truck, they separate. He heads to the driver side and she to the passenger side. They lock eyes across the hood and that does it for her. The tears that were pooled in her chocolate orbs are now free falling down her face. She covers her eyes with her hands, letting out soft sobs.
He hurriedly makes his way over to her as she starts crouching down, taking a seat on the concrete to lean against their truck. When he sees how shattered she is, his own tears being to fall down his face. Sitting down next to her, he wraps his arm her shoulder once again, bringing her in as close as possible and places a kiss on her head.
She's sobbing when she looks up at him, trying to find something in his eyes to tell her that it's going to be okay. "What's wrong with me?"
He brings his free hand up, wiping away the tears on her stained cheek. "Absolutely nothing." Bringing his lips down to hers, he pours all of the love and hope he has into it. "You, Kensi Marie Deeks, are perfect. There is nothing wrong with you, do you hear me?"
"But we've been trying for so long, Deeks. There's gotta be something I'm doing wrong or di-"
"No!"
She's a bit taken back by his bluntness.
Shaking his head, he looks into her beautiful eyes that are now filled with despair. "Baby, you listen to me and you listen good. You are an amazing woman. You're strong and brave. You are the most kindhearted person I know. The most amazing, beautifully fantastic, badass person I've ever known. You're the best wife in the history of wives." He gives her a soft smile, placing a kiss on her nose. "And one day you're gonna be the best mom in the entirety of moms that ever existed."
The tears that fall from her eyes are now ones of hope. Hope and gratefulness for this amazing man that is the love of her life. Her husband. "I love you. You know that?" She throws her arm around his waist, squeezing him with all the strength she has. "I really really love you."
He returns the sentiment by wrapping his other arm around her, meeting the arm that's already there, squeezing her tight. "There are no words to describe how much I love you, baby." Placing a kiss to her head, he smirks. "And you heard the doctor. All we have to do is have sex every waking moment and that should do it."
She playfully swats his shoulder, letting out a exuberant laugh that's like music to his ears. "She did not say that."
"Are you sure? Because I'm pretty sure she said-"
"Keep having sex on a regular basis, I know. And then you said, 'Aw, dammit.'"
He can feel the vibrations of her laughter run through his body and smiles. "Hey, you laughed when Chandler did it."
"This is true."
"Speaking of sex. I say we go home and get started. Because I can feel my boys starting to wake up."
"Seriously? We're in public."
He squeezes her ass as she gets up. "So what!" Standing up in front of her, he places his hands on her hips, pulling her into him. "It's your fault anyway."
"My falt? How on earth is it my fault?"
"Well, you had your boobs pressed all up against me. That mixed with the vibrations from your laughter, the smell of your skin and you're gorgeous face." He smiles, pulling her in for another kiss, this one filled with more desire. "I'm surprised I'm not hard as a rock already."
Her eyes grow ten shades darker at his words. She takes both hands from his waist and brings them down to cup his ass, pulling him in closer to her as she does. "Well then. We better go, because I don't want to be arrested for public indecency. That would not be a good story to have to tell Hetty."
He slams his lips to hers once again, smiling as he does so. Pulling back, he moves to the door, opening it for his ladybird.
"Why thank you." She places a kiss to his cheek.
He sends her a wink. "You are most definitely welcome."
Months go by and nothing has changed. They still try as often as their bodies will allow, but nothing gives.
He can't help but feel a little defeated himself. They've been trying for almost a year now and he's worried. But he can't let her see that. He has to be the strong one. For her sake. For his Kensi. Seeing the way she looks at families when they're at the beach or taking Monty for a walk or at the grocery store, his heart aches with hers. But he has to stay positive. For her.