A/N: Obviously this is based on Sarah and Eric's current situation, so hopefully it's not too weird or close to RPF. If it is, please let me know.

"Ok, I going for my run now," Deeks told Kensi, bending down to drop a kiss on her forehead. Kensi watched him finish tying his shoes and grab his phone, eyeing the way his shirt clung to his chest and emphasized his muscles. Her eyes dropped to his butt, which looked better than ever, even in loose jogging short and then to her own legs, which were propped on a pillow. And very much not finely toned after seven months of pregnancy. "Text me if you need anything."

"What, are you working on a seventh ab or something?" she asked, not able to keep the bitterness out of her voice. Deeks obviously picked up on her tone and turned around.

"Did I do something wrong?" He probably thought she was upset about him unintentionally eating the last apple or something, an event that had actually caused tears last week. Sometimes she really hated pregnancy hormones. She sighed, shifting uncomfortably.

"No, you didn't do anything wrong. It just seems like you're always working out." Immediately, he started pulling his shoes back off.

"Baby, I'm sorry I've been neglecting you," he said.

"Deeks, no you haven't neglected me. You've been wonderful and so supportive this whole time," she assured him and he frowned, sitting next to her feet.

"Then what's wrong? I thought you like the way I look right now."

"Oh yes, I just love it that my husband decided to get in the best shape of his life while I'm seven months pregnant." Her voice dripped with sarcasm.

"You mean you're-?"

"Jealous that you have a six pack and I'm a mushy blimp? Yes!"

"Baby, you are not a blimp," he said. Giving in to her frustration, Kensi slapped her hands on her thighs.

"Deeks, I need help tying my shoes and can't walk more than a block without needing to find a bathroom," she reminded him.

"And last week you beat me in a push-up competition and you've been working 40 hours a week the whole time. I'd say that's pretty impressive."

"Outside of injuries, I've never been in worse shape." Deeks started to say something, but stopped himself, gathering her hand in his.

"Baby, you're growing a freaking human in side of you," he said softly. "I think you're doing a great job." Kensi crossed her arms over her belly, not ready to be mollified so easily.

"I just feel very unsexy and you look extremely–" she gestured to his body as a whole, "hot."

"Well, then clearly I haven't been doing my job," Deeks said, looking her up and down and Kensi felt a rush of heat run through her body. He leaned in, pressing a kiss to her lips as he hovered over her, balanced on his hands. "Because I think you are incredibly sexy."

"Even with the blimp?" she asked shyly. He nodded, kissing a path down her neck. The heat turned into a full blown fire and Kensi hooked a leg around his knee, drawing him closer.

"I love the blimp and you. And yes, I always find you sexy no matter what. Well, expect for that time you had to search that dumpster full of fish scraps."

She rolled her eyes and gave his very muscly shoulder a shove. "Go for your run." He didn't budge, his eyes turning mischievous.

"How about I skip the run today and we have hot pregnant sex instead?" he suggested.

"On the couch?" she asked, dubious that both of them could fit without somebody getting hurt.

"Of course not." Standing up, he easily scooped her up before she could say anything, cradling her in his arms. "Only the best for the mother of my child."

"You're ridiculous." She ran her hand through his hair as he walked to their bedroom. "Thank you for making me feel a little less terrible about myself."

"Anytime," he promised.

"Oh, and you better still look like this in 4-6 months," she told him. "Because I plan on taking full advantage of it."