Deeks is sitting in the waiting room when Michelle arrives. He fidgets in his chair, impatiently. She stops in front of him.

"Thank you for calling."

"I thought that you should know he was here."

"And Sam?"

"He's here. I guess that he changed his mind."

"Are you okay with that?"

"I have to be."

"How long has he been in there?"

"Almost an hour."

"Aren't you curious what's going on in there?"

"Yes," he admits.

"Are you nervous?"

He shakes his head, "Whatever happened in Brazil... I wasn't there for that. Sam, and Kensi are the only two people who were there. I can't know what they are feeling. I can't even begin to imagine how they are going to figure out how to deal with the aftermath of it all when the aftermath has ten fingers, and ten toes, and looks like the both of them."

"I don't know what to say to my own husband most of the time. Ever since our meeting it's as if he's been in mourning. He's been mourning the loss of a son that he may never know."

"I guess a baby changes everything."

Michelle shakes her head, "Brazil changed everything."


He holds his newborn son in his arms, and smiles. He kisses his forehead, and for a brief second he is enveloped in joy, and the circumstances stand at the periphery. He hears someone else exhale, and he is brought back to reality. He looks up at Kensi.

"You want him back?"

"I have his entire life. You can have this moment. Besides, I already had my moment. I had months with him, just the two of us."

"I look at him, and I love him so much. I love him, and I love my wife, and my family. I don't know how to love him, and love them too."

"You already do."

"How can I be part of his life, and not destroy the one that I already have?"

"I don't know."

"I want to be part of his life. I want to be more than just a part of his life. I want to be his father. He's my son."

"I know."

"That's not fair to Deeks. He has been with you every step of the way. He vowed to step up, and step in for a kid that isn't even his."

"Deeks will be okay."

"The three of you are going to be a family. He is going to go home with the two of you. He will see the two of you every day. You, and Marty are the ones who will read to him before bed, and wake up with him in the middle of the night."

"Sam what do you want?"

"I want him."

"What happened in Brazil... it will always be with me. I will never be able to forget what happened there, every single day I will be reminded. And it will be okay."

"It wasn't okay. None of it was okay."

"But it has to be. I have to be okay. I don't have a choice anymore. I have to be okay, for him."

"But are you okay?"

"He makes everything okay. Now that he's here, and I've laid eyes on him..." she begins to tear up, "the circumstances of how he got here are not that important."

"He's here now, and I love him, too. I just know that I am always going to feel guilty for what happened there. I don't think that I am ever going to be okay with the things that I did. I am responsible for the tempest that we've been surrounded by for the past several months."

"Sam you did what was necessary."

"It doesn't make it okay."

"If you hadn't, he wouldn't be here."

He falls silent. He breaks eye contact with her. He stares down at the newborn baby in his arms. The baby's eyes pop open, and stare back at him. Sam rises from his chair, and returns the boy to Kensi.

"I need to talk to my wife."

"Okay," she agrees.

Sam exits the room. Deeks returns, closing the door behind him.

"You okay?" He questions.

She nods, unconvincingly.

"Kens?"

She studies the sleeping newborn in her arms, "I just didn't know it was going to be like this."

"So hard?"

She shakes her head as the tears begin to flow down her cheeks, "I didn't know I would love him so much."

"He's pretty much amazing, and he just got here. He hasn't even pooped yet."

She smirks at him. He takes a seat next to her, on the edge of the bed. He plants a kiss on her lips. He smiles at her, just marveling in her beauty. She's just given birth, and is most certainly covered in more bodily fluids than he cares to know about.

"What?" She questions.

"Nothing," he shakes his head.

"Tell me."

"You look beautiful."

"How can you even say that? I just gave birth."

"And that makes you even more beautiful."

"Marty?" She replies in a serious tone."

"Yes?"

"I want to get married."

He grins, "I am glad you want to get married, because," he points to the ring on a necklace around her neck, "that ring is an engagement ring. We are getting married, we set a date."

"I want to get married sooner than that."

"Sooner?"

"Yes," she nods.

"Are you sure?"

"Absolutely."

"Anything else you want to tell me?"

Her eyes drift to the brand new baby in her arms, "I want another one."

"What?!" He furrows his brow in disbelief, "You just met this one. You don't even know what his personality is like yet. He could be a colicky cry baby that makes you want to rip your hair out."

"It doesn't matter."

"Have you gone mad? An hour before we got here you told me that you weren't ready. You said that you never wanted to have kids. I told you that it was too bad because you were about to have one. Do you recall that conversation? You said, and I quote, "I feel more comfortable with a gun in my arm than a baby. Babies make me nervous,". You said that."

"I remember."

"Her was just born a little while ago, and you're ready to have another."

"I didn't say I was ready. I just said that I want another one."

"I think that there was poison in your IV, and it's all gone to your brain."