A/N: The first day of working with kids has me wiped. Here's a very late mini story for today. It might be inspired by something said in Sarah's most recent pregnancy vlog.

"So, what are you hoping for?" Sam asked as Deeks passed him a Modelo and set a glass of water in front of Kensi.

"To go forth and prosper?" Deeks guessed and Sam rolled his eyes.

"I'm talking about the baby," he clarified.

"Oh, I don't care."

"Everybody cares." Sam made a face. "No matter what they say, everyone has a preference. They want a mini me, or someone who looks just like your spouse."

Kensi put hand on her rounded belly, leaning her head on Deeks' shoulder.

"Deeks truly does not care," she said.

"Yeah, as long as the baby is happy and healthy, I'm good man," Deeks agreed with a shrug.

"Oh, you don't want an adorable little girl with brown hair and eyes?" Sam asked mockingly.

"I mean that would be great, but I'm not wishing for a boy or a girl."

"I think it's very sweet," Kensi said, smiling up at him. "Although if I'm being honest, I wouldn't mind if our child has Deeks' eyes. And maybe his hair. Can't you just picture a head full of cute little blonde curls?"

"See, she has a preference." Sam gestured at Kensi with his beer.

"But I will be perfectly happy with the baby we have, whether it's a boy or girl and however they look." Kensi kissed Deeks' cheek, both of them radiating a disgusting amount of happiness. "Besides," Kensi added after a minute, "we've talked about having more if we can."

"How many more?" Sam asked warily.

"2, 3, 4," Deeks said with a nonchalant shrug. "However many we're blessed with." Sam made a derisive sound at that, downing most of his beer in one gulp."

"Good luck with that. Just don't expect me to take care of them," he said, muttering under his breath about them being crazy.

"What, you don't want to change diapers again and get covered in spit up?" Deeks asked, grinning when Sam shook his vehemently.

"Hell no! Their Uncle Callen can take care of that."

"What if we promise to make you a godfather?" Kensi wheedled, mostly teasing. Sam hesitated and then shook his head again.

"No," he said decisively. "I'll teach them to make furniture, how to hunt in the wild, any language they want. Hell, I'll even take them camping, but I will never change another diaper unless it's an absolute emergency."

"What do you consider an 'emergency'?" Deeks asked. Sam finished his beer and slammed the empty bottle on the table.

"I'm going before you two somehow trick me into nightly babysitting."

"We can pay you!" Kensi called after him.

"Like $10 or all the beer you can drink!" Deeks added.