Prompt from the "Write the First Sentence For Me" meme.
"My mom used to say that to me," Deeks said almost sadly. "Good night, sleep tight."
"Don't let the bed bugs bite," Kensi finished, smiling down at their sleeping baby. "I can't believe he's finally asleep."
"To be fair Kens, it would be for hard for anyone to sleep with your iPod on," Deeks whispered, backing quietly out of the baby's room.
"Babies are supposed to love music," Kensi defended herself.
Deeks rolled his eyes. "No baby loves Ke$ha."
Making a face, Kensi walked into their bedroom and flopped backwards on the bed. "Oh my God, how is it possible to be this tired?"
Laying down next to her, Deeks pulled her into his arms and whispered into her hair. "You're a really great mom."
"How do you know that?" She murmured.
"You're great at everything you do, Kens."
She smiled and snuggled up even more. "Thanks. For whatever it's worth, you're a great Dad."
He stroked her hair until he heard her breathing even out and her snoring start. "The odds are against me, Kens," he whispered. "I really hope you're right."