4 – If it weren't for that damned sun, you'd be the hottest thing ever created.

February – Month 3

Kensi has never been a morning person. It's not because of anything. The idea of waking up early to go to work makes her anything but a morning-person. But this is starting to get worst as the time goes by. This is just another prove of how much mornings can suck.

Kensi is starting to hate her morning. Morning…this can't even be called morning. It's 6 a.m. and she's already sitting on the bathroom floor, trying to keep her nausea under control. She already puked enough for today, as far as she's concerned. She just hopes her stomach thinks so too.

Deeks is sitting right next to her, like he has been every single morning ever since this morning-sickness started. She's thankful for that because she's not sure she would be able to handle this on her own. Waking up at random hours feeling this sick would kill her without his support.

He looks at her and breaks the silence, after releasing a yawn. "Are you feeling better?"

That does it for her. She already feeling like crap as it is. So she snaps at him. "Did you seriously just ask me that? It's 6 in the freaking morning and I'm sitting on the bathroom floor. How do you think I'm feeling? I'm feeling like crap and it's your entire fault. You're the one who got me knocked up, surfer boy. I don't get this. It's not fair. You have your fun and I have to endure nine months of this. You can just go back to bed, for all I care. Go have your beauty sleep. Don't let me and my sickness to get in the way of your sleep."

He doesn't hold it against her because he knows she has no control over this. Deeks sighs and grabs her hand, squeezing it. "Princess, that's not what I meant. I'm just worried with you. Isn't there a pill or something you can take for this?"

She feels bad immediately afterwards. Kensi shakes her head, a lot calmer now. "I just have to deal with it. The doctor said it stops as soon as I reach the second trimester. I'm sorry I snapped at you. I know you're just trying to help. I have no idea what came over me."

Deeks smiles and pulls her to him, making sure that she's not feeling as sick anymore. "It's hormones, don't worry about it."

Fern chooses that moment to make her appearance. She walks slowly to them, wondering why they are awake so early in the morning. Fern needs her beauty sleep too and, much like Kensi, she's anything but a morning dog. Nobody can take her out of bed before 9 but she must have heard them upstairs and had to go check what was happening. She is as curious as she is cheerful. As soon as she sees that everything's okay, Fern turns back around but doesn't go back downstairs. She lays on the carpet next to their bed so she can make sure everything is indeed okay.

Kensi lies on the floor and rests her head on his lap. He strokes her head and puts his hand on her stomach. All of a sudden, Kensi starts laughing and he frowns. "What's so funny?"

Kensi keeps laughing but manages to answer him. "I'm horny, as crazy as it sounds. I hate hormones."

Deeks laughs with her. "Well, I'll be happy to take care of that for you if you want to."

Kensi gets up and starts walking to the bedroom. Deeks follows her and pats Fern's head. The dog lifts her head to look at him and falls asleep in a matter of seconds after she's sure everything's fine. "I'm feeling anything but sexy at the moment, Marty."

Deeks lies next to her on the bed, facing her. "If it weren't for that damned sun, you'd be the hottest thing ever created, baby."

Kensi cuddles to him and Marty kisses the top of her head. Her next words are mumbled against his chest. "Sorry but you're still not getting any. Try again when the alarm clock goes off in two hours."

Two hours later, after a bit more sleep, Kensi is feeling better and his attempt is successful. When they get to work, as previously planned, they call Sam and Callen upstairs to OPS center. Hetty, Eric and Nell are already there and curious about what's going on. It's not every day that those two announce they have something to say. Marty starts, looking at Sam and Callen.

"We have something we need to tell you all but you can't freak out or kill anyone when you hear it."

Kensi laughs and takes over. "I'm three months pregnant."

Nell lets out a squeal and hugs Kensi tightly before moving over to Deeks. Eric looks surprised and congratulates them as does Hetty. Callen and Sam, however, don't even move. They have smiles on their faces but they don't move. Kensi and Deeks are expecting the worst but the two agents are better than what they gave them credit for.

Callen takes a step forward. "You really thought we didn't know? Two weeks ago, Kensi was sitting on her chair and got up all of a sudden. You followed her and, when the two of you came back, she looked a bit pale. She stopped drinking coffee about a month ago. She's been blowing up at everyone for no reason. And I'm pretty sure she cried at a crime scene one week ago. We didn't know you were that far along but we knew you were pregnant."

He gathers her in his arms and kisses the top of her head. "Congratulations, Kensi. You're going to be a great mother." Then, he pats Deeks on the back. "And you're going to be a great father, as long as the kid takes after Kensi on the looks department."

Sam hugs Kensi and shakes Deeks hand. "Don't forget about the brain, G. Let's hope the kid takes after the mother on that department too."

I'm sorry this took so freaking long and I have no way to justify this. I've been simply lazy for the past two weeks, it seems. But, here it is. I'm also sorry I didn't send you the usual PM with the preview but I'm currently out of the house (and out of the country) and the access to the internet is rather scarce. I will come back home in less than a week and I promise the updates will start being more regular after that.

Again, I'm sorry for all this and I hope no one gets angry.

Love,
Sarah