Prompt: Could you write a Drabble where Densi is laying in bed and Deeks is afraid to ask Kensi a question about kids once again, because he doesn't wanna lose her? It would refer to what he said in yellow jack about wanting to tell her everything but not wanting to lose her

A/N: Um, do I need to mention that this is angst-filled?

"This is nice," Kensi murmured, splayed out across Deeks' bare chest. They were lounging in bed together after a long and satisfying make out session.

It was perfect for a lazy Saturday morning. She turned her head enough to make contact with some part of Deeks' torso, she thought it was maybe his right pec, and pressed a kiss to the warm skin. Nuzzling his chest, she made a noise of contentment.

Deeks drew small circles on her back with his fingers, but otherwise he didn't react and she glanced up at him, frowning as she noticed he was staring up at the ceiling. He seemed completely distracted.

"Babe, everything ok?" she asked quietly.

"Yeah, I was just thinking," he said, not elaborating. Kensi shifted onto her elbows to get a better look at his face. He was definitely holding something back; his eyes were distant and his face smooth of any expression.

"About what?" She looked down at him, concerned by what she saw. He swallowed visibly, shrugging as much as he could with her on top of him.

"I'm don't think now is the time to talk about it." Kensi pressed her lips together as his eyes slid towards her briefly before dancing back up to the ceiling. She tipped his chin down until their eyes met again.

"Whatever it is, I promise I won't be mad or however it is you think I'm going to react," she told him, brushing his hair back from his forehead. He sighed, the sound shaky and his hand paused in its absentminded tracing.

"I want to tell you, it's just…what if it's too much? I know you said you want us to be able to tell each other anything, but, um, I don't want to push you. I've done that before and I will never put us in that position again," he said fiercely and Kensi's heart clenched.

"Deeks, you can tell me anything. I meant what I said," she repeated firmly and he blew out a slow breath.

"You know when you thought you might be pregnant?" Kensi nodded. How could she ever forget; it was one of the single most terrifying, nearly wonderful and then heartbreaking days of her life. Deeks swallowed again and whispered, "It just occurred to me that if you really were pregnant, you'd be about three months by now. And then, um, my mind just kind of went into this whole fantasy world of ultrasounds and hearing heartbeats for the first time…" his voice was soft as he trailed off, wistful. His eyes glistened as he turned to her.

"Oh baby." Kensi looped her arms around his neck, holding him to her chest. Tears suddenly filled her eyes too and she blinked them back before she broke down completely. "I want that too and I promise we'll have it one day." His hand gripped her back.

"I know we will.

"Soon," she promised.

"I'm not trying to rush you," he reiterated and Kensi ran her fingers through his once more. God, she loved him so much. She kissed him lightly, wanting to reassure him.

"I know. I trust you. We're in this together, always." He nodded, his hair brushing across her skin with the movement.

"I love you," he whispered against her neck.

"I love you too. So much," she whispered back, cupping his face between her palms.