Chapter 1: Mummy's little girl

Kensi Marie Blye was born to Donald and Julia Blye on the 29th day of January in 1982. She was born with mismatched eyes, which Donald joked meant that she had hidden superpowers, and that she'd grow up to be supergirl or superwoman. Julia asked if it really made a difference whether it was girl or woman. Donald said not really.

Now, 13 months along, Kensi was proving to be quite a handful. She never did want to take her naps and was forever making messes. She was able to find things that Julia and Donald had hidden from her, for the sole purpose that she wouldn't find them. Julia often grew frustrated and would mutter things under her breath about giving Kensi up for adoption. Donald just found it funny.

This would agitate Julia even more and she'd growl at Donald, until he managed to fight off the smile. Then Julia would leave and he'd start laughing again.

One day, this very scene was happening. Kensi had somehow managed to find Julia's favourite bed sheets and somehow managed to climb up onto a chair and pull the sheets off the high shelf they were on. Julia didn't even know that Kensi had found a way into her room in the first place until she heard a scream from upstairs, followed by silence.

Both Julia and Donald exchanged glances and raced each other up the stairs. They arrived in Julia's room to find a crumpled mess of sheets on the floor and no sign of Kensi. Julia ignored the fact that those were her favourite sheets and dug through them until she saw her little girl's mismatched eyes staring up at her, and a smile that looked like Donald's plastered on her face.

Donald started laughing. He had a good reason to; the scene was absolutely hysterical. Julia whirled around.

"It's not funny, Donny!" she almost whined.

"But it's so funny, Julia!" he protested, trying now to stifle his laughter.

"Donny!" Julia whined. "They're my favourite sheets!"

Donald stopped laughing when he saw the look on his wife's face.

"Aww, honey, I'm sorry," he apologised, pulling her into a hug. "But it's okay. We do have a washing machine."

"I know," Julia sighed. "And I'm sorry. I shouldn't get mad like that. But it's just hard sometimes."

"I know, sweetie. I know."

In the middle of the intimate moment, they both heard a small voice from behind them.

"Mama?"

Julia turned around to make sure she had heard correctly. Had their little girl just said her first word?

"Did you hear that, Donny?" Julia asked. Donald smiled.

"Indeed I did!" he said, beaming with pride. "Our babygirl has said her first word!"

Julia was so excited, she scooped up Kensi and spun in circles.

A few days later, Donald was relaxing on the couch, reading his favourite book. Kensi had said 'mama' multiple times since Incident I-Love-Mama's-Sheets. Julia had joked that since 'mama' was Kensi's first word, that she would be a mama's little girl. Donald had simply laughed…until Kensi had ransacked his sock drawer the next day. Then he had muttered, "I hope she is a mama's girl. Then she'll learn the proper curtesy of not going through someone's sock drawer!" It had been Julia's turn to laugh that time!

Donald was at the turning point of his book when he felt two small hands pressing against his feet. He glanced over the edge of his book to see Kensi staring up at him. Julia came into the living room with a freshly-baked pasty for Donald to have for lunch.

"Dada!" Kensi exclaimed when she saw her father's face. Donald grinned and bit into his pasty.

"See, Julia?" he bragged, turning to his wife. "She said 'dada'! By the way, pasty is delicious!"

Julia chuckled.

"Well, she said 'mama' first," Julia pointed out, sinking onto the couch next to Donald. "Which means she's still mama's little girl!"

"A child's first word does not determine their personality or destiny," Donald said. "And thank heavens. I do not want to think about what Kensi's destiny would be if it were based on the fact that she said 'mama' first!"

Julia started to protest, but Donald cut her off by pulling her into a big kiss. Julia resisted at first, but quickly relaxed, enjoying the fact that Donald's lips tasted like her pasty. They were so involved int the kiss that they completely forgot about their small child who was seeing this.

Until Kensi started to wail.

Then they pulled apart and Donald glanced down, annoyed.

"Damn child," he muttered. "Perhaps we should give her up for adoption!"

This is based on one of honewgrownoregano's Kensi headcanons. I posted it on Tumblr and thought it would be neater if I also posted it here.