AN: Post-ep for To Live or Die in Mexico (10x01). Just a little more of that conversation Deeks and Kensi have at the end of the episode. I think this might be the shortest thing I've ever written, and definitely one of the quickest. Guess that's the one benefit to feeling so crappy that I couldn't go to work today.

Mindful that leaning her head against Deeks' for too long might hurt him, Kensi reluctantly pulled away. She felt his fingers grasp hers tighter, as if worried she would remove her hand from him as well.

She had no intention of doing that.

Deeks had just given Kensi the greatest gifts she could have asked for: his assurances that he still wanted her. That the swelling his brain suffered hadn't impacted him in terrifying and unthinkable ways. That he needed to be with her and wanted to marry her and give her everything he had in this life.

Kensi was well aware the clock had been reset on that life today. She wanted to give him everything she had as well; and she would start now, unwilling to waste the time they were given back.

"So how pregnant was I in this dream of yours?"

His smile was bright, not the small one he offered when he'd asked for a sponge bath a minute ago, when they were both still unsure of where they stood. After Deeks' declaration there was no more uncertainty for either of them.

"I'm not really an expert on those things. But it looked like you swallowed that basketball-sized aspirin I need."

"What were we doing—was I in labor?"

"Nah, we were at home, but you weren't giving birth there," he smirked. "It was just a perfect lazy morning. We'd just woken up and I asked you how he was doing, and then I slid over to kiss and talk to your belly."

"He?"

Deeks' eyes widened as if he had also just grasped what he'd said, "Yeah, I guess it was a boy."

"Huh."

"What? I thought you wanted a boy. If…you know—"

"I believe my exact words were that I thought I'd be a great mom to a boy. But I know you really want a girl, so I think it's a little strange that we'd be having a boy in your dream."

"Must have been the concussion."

"Or maybe it was more of a premonition than a dream," Kensi teased.

"What, you think because my brain swelled I developed psychic powers?" Deeks asked, getting excited. "That'd be cool. I could solve all the cases from ops and we'd never have to leave the office."

She grew serious, "I wonder if because of your injury, because you were…maybe close to death, that you got to see something to entice you to stick around. It doesn't really matter though, because what I'm trying to say is that I was wrong too, Deeks. It's not going to be if we have kids, but when."

"You sure?"

She nodded quickly. "I want a family with you. Don't ever doubt that. So if there's a problem, if there's some reason why it's not happening for us the usual way, I swear to you we will find another way to have that baby."

Deeks closed his eyes and swallowed, needing to absorb what Kensi had just promised. When he looked at her again, there was a glint in his eye. "Just one? Because, you know, a little boy for you and a little girl for me would be pretty perfect."

She laughed, "Why don't we cross that bridge when we get to it."

He couldn't contain his smile. "I love you, Kens."

"I love you too, Deeks." She'd uttered those words so many times already today, but she could never say it enough.

"And just so you know, I really was serious about that sponge bath."

Kensi gave him a quick kiss. "As soon as we get you home, I promise."