Kensi walked into the bedroom and laid down in the bed next to Deeks where she had been before her phone went off.
"Who was it?" Deeks asked.
Kensi gave him an annoyed look and said, "you're mom...again."
"Baby I'm really sorry. We should have waited a while to tell her. Do you want me to say something to her?"
"No it's ok. It's kind of sweet and she's just excited."
"What did she want this time?"
"Oh she just wanted to know if I was constipated," Deeks looked sympathetic and then Kensi added, "then She tried to tell me your birth story again."
"How'd you get out of that?"
"I told her I was gonna be sick and then hung up the phone."
"Oh no Kensi you can't hang up on my mom."
"It's ok I'll call her back later besides I wasn't really lying I've felt kinda pukey all day."
"I'm just gonna ignore that you said pukey cause that is so not a word," Deeks said reaching over and opened the drawer in his night stand and pulled out a bag of Reese's cups and handed them to Kensi because of course the only thing that soothes her stomach was chocolate. "Two," he said in his best dad voice.
"Really you're gonna regulate what I eat now," Kensi pouted.
"We haven't had dinner yet and I'm practicing because if this kid is anything like their mother is we're gonna be eating ice cream for breakfast every morning if I don't do something about it."
Kensi was about to say something back when they heard the door bell ring and then Roberta's voice, "I'm just gonna come in because I don't want to be standing on your doorstep all day."
"Oh god Kensi what did you do," Deeks whispered as they started downstairs.
"I change my mind you should probably say something to her about the calls," Kensi whispered back.