Anyway The Wind Blows

The rain rattled against the windshield on their way home from work that day, and the utter dreariness of the outside world had put Kensi in a horrible mood. At twenty two weeks pregnant she was what Deeks considered raving mad, and most days he was lucky to get by without being completely torn to shreds by her fluctuating hormones.

Her stomach was much larger than before, no longer able to be hidden beneath the larger t-shirts she had been donning lately. A perfectly rounded bump sat situated between her hips, something Deeks found much more attractive than he had originally thought. He was drawn to Kensi even more now she was pregnant, the reality that something they had both created out of love was growing within her. Frankly she found it a bit creepy.

Every now and the when he glanced over to the passenger's seat he would see her rubbing her bump adoringly, spreading a smile across his face as he watched her. He was almost sure she was unaware of the action; by now it was probably a reflex, a motherly instinct she couldn't control.

By now news of the pregnancy had made its way around the agency and the congratulations were still streaming in. Sam's wife called almost regularly and gave Kensi all kinds of advice, things Deeks doesn't even remember being in any of the three baby books he's read so far.

Almost as soon as they pulled into the lot outside of their apartment Kensi had made it halfway out of the car, bag slung over her shoulder as she stomped towards the door. Deeks shook his head and drew in a deep breath as he watched her go, following her quickly as he ducked his head against the pelting rain.

Inside she had all but collapsed on the couch, fighting what appeared to be a losing battle with her shoes. He gave her a sympathetic half smile as he walked through the living room's entrance and she groaned exhaustively and finally managed to pry the tennis shoe from her swollen foot. Sitting down next to her he relaxed when she snuggled into his side and sighed deeply.

"This is your fault," she muttered, rubbing her belly as she glared up at him. He chuckled and kissed her temple, his attention drawn to the ball game on the television he had just turned on.

They settled into a comfortable silence as Kensi slowly dozed off beside him. The warmth of her body seeped into his own, and he pressed closer, brushing a stray strand of chestnut hair from her face. He had settled back into watching when he first heard her gasp and at first he wasn't sure how to react.

The sound definitely surprised him and with her current state he was already on high alert. Kensi's face had twisted up into a look he couldn't describe, surprise and a hint of fear. He turned his body toward her and grabbed her shoulders, looking in her mismatched eyes for some sign as to what he should do or who he should call.

Before he could open his mouth Kensi surprised him by grabbing his hand and laying on top of her bare stomach, the soft skin warm beneath his fingers. His eyebrows furrowed at first, unsure what she was trying to tell him because all she was doing was staring at him with expectant eyes. It took a moment but then he felt it.

It started out as a tiny fluttering, and at first he was unsure if he was imagining it or not. He was so utterly nervous he didn't know what to think. He glanced up at Kensi who was smiling widely at him, gripping his hand tightly and waiting for a reaction.

"Do you feel it?" She asked, excitement evident in her voice. "She's moving."

Deeks grinned at her words and quirked an eyebrow, "so you think it's a girl huh?"

He watched her cheeks flush and she sheepishly hung her head, leaning in towards her belly as her hand carefully moved in soothing circles.

"I think so."

He felt something beneath his hand again that stopped him from making a reply and this time he was sure he actually felt it. It was a strange, sliding sensation against his palm followed by more tiny, fast fluttering. It reminded him of butterfly wings.

"Wow," he breathed after a moment. All of a sudden things were real; everything they had been telling themselves had just become a reality. He was going to be a father in a matter of months, faster than he had ever thought before. In his mind the reality seemed farther away and he had been taking the final weeks for granted.

They sat like that for a while, hands intertwined as they rested atop her belly, feeling their baby move and letting the emotions they were feeling run through them. Together they had created something purely out of the love they felt for one another. They had come from nothing but now they were creating a life that meant everything to them and they knew they had everything they needed right there in front of them.