After tonight's episode, how I could've seen the season end had we gotten the final two episodes.
The boys and Fatima went to follow a lead and stoped at a food truck, leaving the two of them to eat their packed lunches on the couch in the bullpen. "So, you know how you've been staying up in ops with Beale these past few weeks?"
He turns away from his food towards her, giving her his full attention. "Yeah?"
"Well, your probably gonna have to stop that."
"I-I know, baby. I've just felt a little off lately."
She takes a bite of her apple, and nonchalantly asks him the question that just formed in her head. "You think it's sympathy pains?"
"What? Who would I have sympathy pains for?"
Her eyes lock with his, trying to will him to understand.
"Baby, who would I have sympathy pains for. Have you talked to Mama? Is it mama? Is it your mom? Baby, who is it?"
For some reason she can't say it out loud feeling like once she says it it will just disappear. "We're gonna need to swap places."
"Swap places?" His brow furrows in confusion. Why on earth would she want to be up in ops?
"Yeah, you're gonna have to go out in the field and I'm gonna need to stay at the mission."
"But why?" He take a bite of his tuna salad sandwich, clearly he once again missed the stop on the Kensi thinking train.
She shouldn't have inhaled. Clutching her stomach, she runs to the nearest trash can and empties the contents of her stomach.
He right next to her in an instant. "Baby, are you okay?"
"I will be once you get that sandwich away from me."
"But you love my tuna sal-" His eyes move from her hand placement to his sandwich to the trash can. "No way."
"Deeks."
"Sorry." He throws the sandwich in the trash can and wraps his hand around her wrist pulling her away from the smell. "You're really pregnant?"
"I really am."
They're startled at the sound of an audible gasp. Turning their attention towards the sound, the couple look to find Eric testing out the new parabolic mics on the second floor. "Congratulations, you guys!"
"Thanks, Eric." Deeks offers and then nudges his head, sending the message to the tech op to scat. Once he's out of sight, the detective turns his attention back to his wife. "I have to ask since I'm already there. Do you think you're ready?"
To say she's surprised by her husband's question is an understatement. I thought he knew I wanted this? "To have a baby?"
"No, to start our next chapter."
A few months ago she would've said that she's close but after Nell leaving and being unsure if she'll come back it got her to thinking. "I uh-"
"I get it. You're not ready."
"No."
"Do you think you're close?"
She rolls her eyes at his inability to let her speak. Gotta love him. Lord know she does. "If you would let me finish I was going to say that I-I uh think I'm ready."
"Are you sure? I don't want to push you."
She reaches up, cupping his jaw. Her thumb wiping away the tear that rolling down his cheek. "Baby, you're not pushing me."
"I want to believe you. I do. But why don't we do what Nell did and use our paid vacation to see where you're at by the end of it. Just to be sure."
This man. If they weren't already married she'd ask him to marry her. "We can do that but I already know my answer."
"You're sure."
"Absolutely."
His arms wrap around her waist, bringing her body into his.
She burrows her nose into his neck, the scent that is so uniquely him calms her stomach. And just like that she knows they're making the right choice for them. For their family.
