prompt from hysterical-for-joshifer on tumblr - Fluffy, domestic Densi and pregnant Kensi


"What the hell?"

Thud

"UGGGHHHH."

Kensi lets out a long sigh as she glances down the hallway in the direction of all the noise. It is taking every last ounce of her willpower to stay in the kitchen and not go ask him if she can help.

Leave him alone, Kensi. He can do this by himself. He wants to do this by himself.

She has been repeating that mantra to herself ever since he declared that it was time to "conquer that beast!" and forbade her from following him.

"Shit."

But apparently the limit to her willpower is the not-so-quiet utterance of the seventh expletive she's heard in the last fifteen minutes. Not that she's been counting or anything. Grabbing a cold bottle of water from the refrigerator, she heads towards the back of the house and stands outside the closed bedroom door. Somewhat hesitantly, she raises her hand and knocks softly.

"Damnit!"

She knocks again, but without waiting for a response, she slowly opens the door to let herself into the room.

"Marty?" She calls out as she pokes her head through the doorway. The sight she's greeted with is worse than she was expecting.

Sitting on the floor against the far wall is her husband with his elbows propped up on his knees and his eyes closed as his head leans back against the wall. He's surrounded by a scattered mess of nuts, bolts, wrenches, screwdrivers, and more pieces of prefabricated wood than she can remember being in the box.

Shaking her head and smiling sympathetically, she opens the door fully and starts to make her way across the room. As she stands next to him, she reaches for his shoulder and carefully lowers herself to the floor and mirrors his position.

"Hey," she tries as she gently bumps his shoulder with hers.

Deeks turns his head to look at her and lets out a defeated sigh, "Don't. Ask."

"Are you sure?" Kensi chuckles lightly and hands him the bottle of water.

Taking the water, he glares at his wife but it does nothing to stop her quiet laughter, "Yes I'm sure," he responds stubbornly.

At the skeptical look she throws at him, he rolls his eyes, "Kensi. A father should be able to put his baby's crib together!" He's exasperated and flustered and she's greatly amused.

"And what about the baby's mother?" She challenges good-naturedly as she rubs her hands over her bump. "Why can't she help?"

Deeks shrugs and shifts his gaze to the floor and mumbles something that Kensi can't make out.

She reaches her hand out to rub his neck and gently tugs at the hair there to pull his head up. "You wanna say that again?" she prompts when he looks over to her.

He shakes his head, "It's going to make me sound ridiculous," he admits.

Kensi snorts, "Yeah, well, that doesn't usually stop you."

He shrugs again and extends one of his arms out to lay his hand on the front of her protruding belly. Her growing bump has been one of his favorite things about her pregnancy and it's hard for him to believe they have less than two months to go.

He groans internally when he realizes that at his current pace, it may take him that long to finish assembling this impossible crib.

"I'm the man of the house, the husband, the dad," he says simply, "It's my job to provide a place for Baby Deeks to sleep."

"Ah, so this is part-Neanderthal Deeks speaking," Kensi teases as she covers his hand with hers, happy when she sees the corners of his mouth turn up.

"Plus, I thought you found it sexy when a man could build things?" Deeks smirks at her as he leans over to kiss her cheek.

Kensi can't suppress the laugh that escapes her mouth, "Really, Deeks?" She looks at him disbelievingly, "After all these years, now you want to try and impress me with your handyman skills?"

"Yeah…" He scrunches up his face as he scratches the back of his head and exhales loudly, "This was a terrible idea."

Kensi nods silently in agreement and runs her fingers through his hair, "Do you want me to do it?" She presses a soft kiss to his shoulder

Deeks shakes his head and pushes himself off the ground, "Come on, Wifey," he reaches down to help his pregnant wife stand up, "We can do it together."

Once on her feet, Kensi wraps her arms around his waist and pulls herself as close as her belly allows, kissing the space above his heart.

"Don't worry, Hubby," she looks up at him seductively, "there are plenty of other things I find sexy about you and your hands."