6 – Hey, don't I know you? Yeah, you're that girl with the beautiful smile…

April – Month 5

Marty Deeks wakes up and notices that it's only six in the morning. That means he still has time for a morning run before work. He's spooning Kensi so he does his best to get out of bed without waking her up. A few months ago, that would have been impossible. But, now that she's pregnant, she's a much heavier sleeper. He changes clothes and notices she has her eyes slightly open.

Deeks kisses her forehead and she smiles sleepily at him. "Kenz, I'm going for a run."

She nods and closes her eyes, unable to keep them open. "Wake me up when you get back, if I'm still asleep. I don't want to be late for work."

He kisses her cheek before leaving. "I will. I'll be right back, princess."

And, by the time he leaves the bedroom, she's already asleep once again.

When he comes back he goes straight to the bathroom to give her a few more minutes of sleep. The sight that greets him when he walks into the bedroom, however, is not the one he expected.

Kensi is sitting on the bed, her face in her hands. He rushes to her side and sits next to her on the bed, rubbing her back. "Honey, what's wrong? Are you okay?"

She lifts her head and looks at him, her eyes filled with tears. "I hate this."

Deeks wipes away the ones that are running down her cheeks and tries to calm her down. "What are you talking about?"

Kensi throws the jeans she had on her lap away and he notices for the very first time that she's not wearing pants. For some reason, he remembers the bra-incident a month ago. "I'm only five months pregnant and I can't button my favorite pair of jeans anymore."

She keeps her eyes trained on the floor and he doesn't like that. "Kenz, look at me."

She does. She looks at him and lets out her frustration. "I'm already fat! I should have listened to you when you told me I should start eating healthier. That's what I will do from now on. There will be no more chocolate or candies until this baby is born."

Deeks lets out a small laugh and strokes her cheek. "Princess, that's not what I meant. When I told you that you should start eating healthier, it had nothing to do with your weight. I just thought it would be better for the baby. But the doctor says that there is nothing wrong with your current diet and that candies are not going to harm the baby in any way. You can eat whatever you want to eat. It's fine by me."

She whines then, something completely out of character for her. "But I'm fat!"

"You're pregnant. Your favorite jeans are supposed to become too small for you. That's okay. It's part of the process and it has nothing to do with what you eat."

Kensi takes a deep breath and he realizes, with some relief that her tears aren't running down her cheeks as quickly as before. "How can you react so coolly to my breakdowns?"

He smiles and kisses her forehead. "I love you and you're giving me the biggest proof of your love for me at the moment. You're carrying my baby. The least I can do is be there for you whenever you need me."

Kensi looks at him, her eyes still wet. "I love you so much, Marty."

He wipes her cheeks and kisses both of them, erasing her tears. "Hey, don't I know you? Yeah, you're that girl with the beautiful smile…Why don't you let me see it?"

Kensi can't help but smile at his words, exactly what he wanted to accomplish. "There it is. Now, let's find a pair of jeans that fit you. We don't want to be late for our appointment. We'll go shopping after work."

Kensi starts going through her jeans but turns around suddenly to face him, just as he finishes putting his boxers on. "I've been meaning to ask you something."

Deeks grins and shakes his head, grabbing his jeans and starting to get dressed. "If this is about coffee again, you can forget it. You're not drinking coffee until this baby is out of you. It's not healthy and we've been through this. Besides, now that you're used to go without it, you might as well hang on for four more months."

Kensi smiles when she finds a pair of jeans that might fit her and sits back on the bed. "That's not what I wanted to ask you. Do you want to know the sex of the baby?"

Deeks frowns and sits next to her. "I don't know. I never really thought about it. I always thought those couples who said they don't care and that the only thing that matters is that the baby comes healthy were suckers. But now I get it. The only thing I care about is that this little guy or girl is as healthy as can be. Do you want to know?"

Kensi seems thoughtful for a moment before giving him an answer. "Well, we have to start buying clothes for the baby and decorate the nursery. What colors do we choose?"

He shrugs and puts his shirt on. "We go with neutral colors. You've always loved green. We can paint the walls green. But that doesn't answer my question. Do you want to know?"

Kensi smiles and shakes her head. "No, I don't want to know. I want it to be a surprise."

Deeks rests his hand on her baby-bump. "I think it's a girl."

She, of course, fights back. "Well, I think it's a boy."

He laughs and kisses her stomach before she puts her shirt on. "You're just saying that so you won't have to agree with me."

"No, I'm not." He doesn't dare to say she's doing it again. He'll let this one slide.

"We have to start thinking about names, though. We can pick one of those names who are good for both genders."

Kensi is not a fan of that plan and, this time, he knows it has nothing to do with her stubbornness. "Or we could ignore the lazy solution and pick two names, instead."

Deeks agrees with her on that one. "We'll make a deal out of it, to avoid further arguments. I get to choose a girl's name and you get to choose a boy's name. Do we have a deal?"

Kensi immediately smiles and nods. "I choose Blake."

It's obvious she thought about this before but so has he. "I choose Alexis."

Kensi offers him her hand to shake. "It's a deal!"

Deeks ignores her hand and kisses her passionately, until they're both out of breath, to seal the deal. Then, he gets up and pulls her with him. "Now, let's get going."

X

Sam and Callen turn to them as soon as they walk inside the bullpen. Callen is the first one to ask what they both want to know. "How did it go?"

Kensi smiles and sits down. "We got a good look at Blake.."

Deeks cuts her off. "Or Lexi"

She ignores him and keeps going. "And everything's okay. The due date is still August 12, as predicted."

Sam asks the second question they both want an answer to. "And you still don't know the sex of the baby?"

Deeks answers him this time. "No, we decided we're going to wait until the birth."

Sam shakes his head, clearly not pleased with their choice. "That means G's only going to pay me in four months?"

Kensi looks outraged with his words and voices her thoughts. "You made a bet on my baby's sex?"

Callen shrugs, not bothered with her reaction. "I think it's a girl but Sam says you're carrying high, whatever that means. He's sure it's a boy."

Deeks turns to Callen with a grin on his face. "I think it's a girl too."

Tired of this talk already, Kensi turns to Sam. "Sam, if I have a boy, I want half of whatever he's giving you."

Before anyone gets to say another word, Eric shows up at the top of the stairs. "Guys, we have a new case."

They all get up and start heading upstairs when Hetty shows up and stops them. "Ms. Blye, you're not going anywhere. We made a deal. You're five months pregnant now. That means you're on desk duty until you're eight months along. After that, you're staying home. Are we clear?"

Kensi, much to everyone's surprise, backs down without a fight and agrees with Hetty. "Yes, we are."

Callen can't help but voice his surprise. "Wow, I never thought you'd do this without some sort of argument…"

Kensi rests a hand on her stomach and starts heading towards her desk once again. "Anything to keep my baby safe"

Deeks only allows the next words to leave his lips once he's sure she's out of hearing-range. "That's my girl!"

So, last chapter wasn't posted by me and I'm going to explain why.

Here's what happened to me last week, two days before my twin posted the chapters of '40 Days' and 'Pickup Lines Strike Again' (yes, my twin was the one who updated my stories).

I was minding my own dam business, on top of my surfboard, when I saw my baby brother running towards the water. I was so distracted with his cuteness that I only noticed the wave that was heading towards me when it was too close. Still, I tried to surf it. However, I got up way too fast and twisted my leg kind of violently.

My big brother had to carry me home but I thought it wasn't a big deal, just a small injury. After one hour, the pain got so intense that my brother had to take me to the hospital. As it turns out, I dislocated my kneecap (for the third time). My doctor decided that it was better to perform surgery on me so, a day later (August 5), I had knee surgery.

Yes, this is how fun my week was. I got out of the hospital yesterday and I'm currently on bed-rest for the next week (that sucks). It does give me plenty of time to write, though.

Anyway, review if you want a preview of next chapter.

Love,
Sarah