She gets out of the bed as fast as she can, what with her being 7 months pregnant and all. "I can't believe you said that."

"Baby, look, you don't understand." He sighs, still semi asleep and confused but awake enough to know that he needs to explain himself.

"Oh, now I'm incompetent?"

"No, I never said that."

"Well, why don't you just go call one of those other girls then."

He shakes his head. She hasn't been getting a lot of sleep lately and he knows she's a bit hormonal, but somehow that doesn't process in his brain before the string of words leave his lips. "Okay, now you're being irrational."

"Oh, I'm being unreasonable? Maybe I should just go back home then." She feels the tears coming on as she storms out of their bedroom, getting as far away from him as she possibly can right now.

After giving both of them some time to cool down, Marty steps into the living room of their cabin, watching as she drapes the tinsel on the tree. The soft glow of the Christmas lights lighting up her tear stained face. They were suppose to be doing that together - he really wants them to be doing that together.

She's so wrapped up in doing what she's doing that she doesn't feel him until he comes up behind her and wraps his arms around her, his lips finding her ear. "I'm sorry."

Letting the rest of the tinsel fall on the tree, she relaxes back into his chest. She reaches up, her hand finding his blonde locks as he kisses her neck. "Me too."

"I wanna tell you about my dream."

"Please, I don't want to hear it."

"Oh, I think you do."

"I don't want to hear about your sex dreams with other women." She knows he would never cheat on her and he can't really control what's going on in his subconscious mind, but that doesn't means it hurts any less.

"Sex dreams?"

"Yeah, you were whispering names of girls with a big smile on your face."

His hands glide up and down her protruding belly where their peanut is growing, already thinking about making another one. "Girl names, yes, but for the next one."

Her eyebrows rise, turning her head to look at him as much as possible. "Next one? Buddy, I haven't even given birth to this one yet."

"One day you will." He can't wipe the smile off his face just thinking about that beautiful day in the coming months.

She turns around in his arms, eyes glistening with tears. Damn hormones. "That really was what you were dreaming about?"

His thumb brushes the tears from her cheek before he leans forward, brining his lips to her for kiss. "Baby, I only dream about you. There's no one else, you have to know that."

"I know. I feel like I'm going crazy sometimes."

"Hey, look at me." His finger finds her chin and tilts her head up so he can look into those gorgeous mismatched brown eyes that he loves so. Marty always wants to be there for her, reassuring her. He knows it's hard for her to deal with her emotions especially now that they're amplified. She's creating life right now so the least he can do is dote on her and be understanding of her feelings. "You have every right to feel the way you feel. I know if I heard you saying guys names with a smile on your face while you were asleep that I would be a little angry too. I love you, Kens."

"I love you, too."

Knowing that her feet are probably killing her right about now he pulls her over to the couch, placing her feet in his lap and begins massaging them which earns him a few heavenly moans.

The fire place is crackling as the snow falls outside. This is what Christmas should be. And to think that in a few months everything will change. "This is so weird."

Kensi's brow furrows not really sure where her husband is going with this. "What?"

"This is the last Christmas with just the two of us."

"Oh, god."

Marty quickly turns to her, worried that she's in some sort of pain or the baby's in distress. "What?"

"I forgot the s'mores stuff on the counter at home."

Huffing a laugh because of course she's thinking about food, Marty moves her legs as he stands up from the couch and heads towards the kitchen.

Her brow furrows at his actions, but a minute or two later he walks back in and her eyes light up when she sees the bag of marshmallows, chocolate and graham crackers in his hand. "I knew I married you for a reason."