A/N: Some how this is turning into a trilogy.
They walk through the hospital, finally stopping at the window. Neither of them surprised at the scene before them. "Is that vodka? How did you even get that in here?"
She gets up out of her chair, a sad smile playing at her features. "Yeah, it's today's breakfast and if you must know, a friend brought it."
"Mama, are you serious right now?"
"What? I heard that alcohol helps kill la la corona."
"Mama B, I'm pretty sure that's not true."
"Well it does help the loneliness and boredom."
Kensi can understand where her mother-in-law is coming from and that's exactly why they're here. "We're here now, what do you want to do?"
The older blonde looks back and forth through the window between her son and daughter-in-law with pleading eyes.
The brunette sighs in defeat. "Alright, go get the binder."
"YES!" Roberta's eyes light up as she scurries to the chair where her bag lays.
He throws his arm over her shoulder, pulling her into his side and places a kiss to the top of her head. "Thanks, baby."
She wraps her arm around his waist, giving him a comforting squeeze. "I told you, we're all in this together. If that means listening to your mother plan out a baby shower for our future child then so be it."
She opens the binder to the page she knows by heart as she walks back over to the intercom. "Okay, so here's what I was thinking for the cake but it would all depend on the gender. Are you guys going to find out the gender ahead of time? What am I talking about of course you are. Kensi I know you don't like surprises."
The husband and wife share a knowing glance as they watch the older woman flip through her laminated pages.
Just to add a little pep to her step, Kensi says something to help her fight even harder to get better. "Who knows, we may need a blue and pink cake."
"Twins! Yes! I was thinking the exact same thing. They are due on my side."
Deeks' eyes go wide when his wife starts getting just as excited as his mother. Yeah, they'll get through this. Just like they always do.
