A/N: Alright so beings the next phase of their life. Also, shoutout to Phnxgirl for the title suggestion!
As she walks through the foyer she notices a lot more things than she remembers them having. "Babe, we really should unpack these boxes." Yeah, they've been in LA for less than 24 hours and have now moved into their new house, but she wants to get everything in order before they start to relax.
Seeing a box marked college, she remembers how they suddenly have a lot more in their possession than the did when they left D.C.. "How did I not remember we had this much stuff in storage? We really need to unpack before work Monday."
Shaking his head at his stubborn wife, he walks up behind her, wrapping his arm around her knees and picks her up bridal style. "No, now we were gonna have a date night so that's what we're doing."
He's so sweet. When they decided to move back home, he made it a point to have a date at least 2 nights a week and seeing as though they're both about to start new jobs and might not be able to start that for a couple of weeks they made plans to spend the entire weekend together, boxes be damned. She wraps her arm around his shoulder, her fingers playing with the soft blonde hairs on the back of his neck. "It's okay. So we made reservations an outside dining restaurant and it just so happened to start storming an hour before our reservations."
He's forced to bring out the big guns even thought he knows his wife will give in eventually, she always does. His eyes grow pouty as he brings his forehead to rest against hers. "Please? I just wanna curl up on the couch with my snuggle muffin."
"Snuggle muffin?"
"Cuddle cake?"
"No."
"Sugar Lips?"
She leans in closer, closing the gap between them, placing her lips to his as she lets out a sigh at her amazing dork of a husband.
"Oh, you like that one, do ya?"
"Honestly, I don't care what you call me. As long as I'm yours."
"You'll always be mine, Sugar Lips." He places another kiss to her lips and carries his bride towards their living room.
The display of food that he has laying out on the coffee table and the stack of movies along with it warms her heart. She really doesn't know what she did to deserve this man. Her eye catches the screen of the television, seeing that he already has a move paused waiting for them to press play.
She rolls her eyes when her mind finally remembers what movie the scene that's displayed on the screen is from. "Really, Marty? Again?"
"Hey, I watched Titanic with you last night."
"Yeah, but there's no love story in this movie."
"How is Gracie finding her true self worth not a love story?"
She bites her lip, trying to smile at his adorableness. "Okay, but I'm limiting the number of times we go watch the second one when it comes out to 4."
"Aw, but, Kens, she's Armed and Fabulous." He burrows his head into her chest like a pouting child that's not getting their way.
God her heart hurts so much. How can one person make you fall so much more in love with them every single day. She cards her fingers through his golden locks, pulling him back by his hair to look at her.
The gleam in his eyes rewards him with another kiss. This one more intense than the ones from just a few minutes ago.
After a few minutes air becomes scarce, forcing them to pull back. Marty leans back against the couch propping his feet on the table and wraps his arm around her shoulder as she throws her legs over his lap and burrows into his side.
Their attention now set on the television once again, he presses play and places a kiss to the top of his love's head, breathing in the scent that is so uniquely her.
"You calling me a girl?"
"You called me one!"
It's two days later before they get done unpacking all their boxes, but come Sunday they're officially moved into their house.
He plops down on the couch next to her, finally being able to relax for the first time that day. "Welp, that's the last of it."
Her head lands on his shoulder as she looks out the bay window to their front yard. "Home sweet home."
"Home sweet home." He echos.
They sit in silence for awhile until that silence is interrupted by a knock at the front door.
Her brow furrows in confusion. Mandy and Matt left a half an hour ago so it can't be them. And everyone else they know has already came by yesterday and this morning to come catch up. "Who's that?"
He just shrugs, just as confused as she is.
"Well, can you go get it? I'm gonna start lunch."
He nods and makes his way through the foyer. When he's greeted by the person or rather persons standing on their front porch he's a bit shocked. "Don? Julia? What are you guys doing here?"
"What, you didn't think we'd follow you two back to LA?"
Kensi hears the distinct sound of her husband's voice coming from the front of the house along with her father's. Her father's?
When the agent walks into the living room, she's greeted with the sight of her husband and parents, who are suppose to be in D.C.. "Mom, dad, what are you doing here?"
"Kensi, you seriously didn't think we'd stay in D.C. with the two of you on the other side of the country, did you?"
The tall brunette shrugs, she forgets sometimes that she has two other people that care about her again. For so long it's just been Marty. "I guess. I don't know."
Julia makes her way over to her daughter, wrapping her up in her arms. "Kensi, your father and I are here to stay. We have so much time to make up for."
They pull back from their embrace just in time to see Don continuously stare at Marty for a few minutes without saying anything.
"I'm sorry, but I gotta ask. Marty, what happened to your hair, son?"
The younger man can feel the heat rise to his cheeks in embarrassment at the watchful gaze of his father-in-law. "Oh, I just thought it was time for a little trim. You know, new job and all."
Kensi rolls her eyes at her husband inability to tell her father what really happened. "He fell asleep with gum in his hair."
Marty looks over at his wife, mouth agape in shock. "How dare you!"
Don walks over to his son-in-law, giving him a reassuring pat on the back. "It's alright, son, it happened to be once."
"Really?"
"Yeah, when I was 5."
The three share a laugh as the lawyer pouts about his misfortune. Hey, it's what families do.
