Chapter 5

Kensi did what Deeks suggested. She'd stayed home, well at Deeks' house, for a week. Deeks had brought her all of the assignments from her classes, and she avoided the building like the plague.

"So, have you heard anyone talking about me, lately?" Kensi asked, as she and Deeks were laying on his bed.

"I haven't heard anyone, but that doesn't mean they aren't. They know that we're friends. They would purposely not talk about it in front of me."

"I guess. I just don't want to go back, and be ridiculed and laughed at and called names. At my old school, there was this 14 year old who got pregnant, and they called her a slut, and they'd throw condoms at her. She was only 4 months, when she left school. I heard she had a miscarriage from all the stress."

"That's awful."

"I don't want that to happen to me."

"I'd like to promise you that it won't, but I can't."

"I know." She sighed.

Deeks didn't know what else to say, so he settled on a kiss on the lips.

"What was that for?" She asked.

"I don't know. I just felt like doing it." He said, as he shrugged his shoulders.

"Ok." She said, through a smile. She leaned in for a kiss, and grabbed at his shirt. She was so horny now that she was pregnant. She and Deeks hadn't had sex yet, but she'd definitely thought about it.

"Kens, baby, what are you doing?" He asked, as he pulled away slightly.

"I want you so bad." She breathily said.

"Are you sure about this? We can wait."

"I'm sure. I have been for a long time."

Deeks kissed her again, and their mouths fought for dominance. Deeks moves down to her pulse point, slowly peppering kissing on her neck. Kensi started pulling down his pants. She got them about halfway down until someone barged right in.

"Martin!" Roberta exclaimed, shocked.

"Mom!" Deeks yelped as he quickly pulled his pants back up.

"What the hell were you thinking?"

"I was trying to have alone time with my girlfriend."

"Your pregnant girlfriend, who also happens to be your best friend and now pseudo sister."

"Mom, can you just leave? Please?"

"Just don't break her heart." The mother said as she closed the door.

Deeks threw his head into his hand.

"That was..." Kensi started, but couldn't find the words to finish.

"I'm so sorry."

"It's ok. We just have to make sure to lock the door next time."

"Next time? I mean maybe my mom is right."

"Excuse me?"

"Well, you're pregnant. You were my best friend before you were my girlfriend, and my mom's in the process of trying to foster you. That kind of makes you my sister."

"Wow, you really know how to woo a girl." Kensi said, as she got up off of the bed and headed for the door.

"I really suck at this."

"Yep." She said as she left.

Kensi walked back to her bedroom and plopped down on her bed. She was mad and still kind of horny. And she also really wanted peanut butter and sunflowers seeds. She was kind of hating pregnancy.

Kensi remained in her room until, Roberta called her out for dinner. Even then, Kensi grabbed a plate of food, and went back to her room.

Around 8:00, she heard a faint knock on her door.

"Come in."

Deeks slowly opened the door. He made his way over to her desk chair and sat down.

"I'm sorry." He said.

"I accept your apology, but I'm still mad."

"I know I obviously said the wrong thing."

"Do you really think of me as your sister?"

"No. But legally you kind of are."

"So what? I'm not your sister. We have no blood relation. We're just two people who met a few months ago, and became best friends. Just because your mom is fostering me doesn't mean I'm automatically your sister."

"You're right."

"You could've just said you didn't want to have sex. You didn't have to make excuses by saying I'm pregnant and I'm basically your sister. My pregnancy shouldn't effect our relationship."

"It shouldn't, but it does. You are pregnant. The baby isn't mine and that makes it kind of awkward."

"I'm just gonna say this to get it out there. I wish this baby was yours."

"To be honest, I do too. Then we'd be preparing to have a baby together. But the baby isn't mine. And you're left to prepare by yourself, while I stand on the side playing the role of supportive friend/boyfriend."

"You can help me prepare, if you want. Ultimately, this baby has no father. I don't want to force you to do anything, but you can do it if you want to."

"Is this your long way of asking me to be a father to your baby?"

Kensi smiled nervously and shrugged.

"My answer is yes. Of course I will be your baby's father." He said as he pulled her in for a hug. He kissed her cheek, and continued hugging her.

"I love you." Kensi whispered into his ear.

"I love you too." This time he went in for a kiss on the lips.