"Baby, I would do more things to you that MacGyver in a 'do-it-yourself' shop."

Chapter 8
7 Months Pregnant

Marty Deeks parks his car on the driveway and gets out. It's 6 in the afternoon and he's finally home. He loves his job and has always loved to work but everything changes when your wife is pregnant, it seems. Now that she's 7 months pregnant, Hetty only allows her to work four hours per day, which means that, by lunch, she has to go home. Kensi hates that but knows that it's for the best and accepts it without complaining…well, at least without much complaining. He hates it too because the thought of his 7 months pregnant wife alone in the house doesn't please him. What if she needs something? Granted, he's only 10 minutes away (5 if he ignores every single traffic rule on the way there) and her mother is even closer, but it's not the same. He would rather having her with him all day, just to be sure that she's okay.

Deeks opens the door and immediately frowns. Usually, at this time of the day, she's in the kitchen fixing dinner. Tonight, however, the kitchen lights are out and he doesn't see her in the living room either. So he calls her. "Kensi, I'm home. Where are you, baby?"

Her muffled voice comes from upstairs a second later. "I'll be right there."

He starts climbing up the stairs, not sure of what's expecting him upstairs. He knows she's not taking a nap because she always does that in the living room couch. "Are you in the bedroom?"

Her voice is more urgent this time, an order that makes him worry. "Don't come up! I'll be downstairs in a minute."

He reaches the bedroom door and knocks, not really waiting for her permission to open it. "Now, I'm worried…"

The sight that greets him is one he was not expecting. Kensi is sitting on the bed, the curtains drawn and without light in the bedroom. He walks in and turns on the light, almost chocking when he sees what's going on. She has tears running down her cheeks but, quite honestly, that's not what makes him freeze on the spot.

"I told you to wait downstairs!"

Deeks takes a step forward and keeps staring at the red see-through negligée she's wearing. God, how did he get this lucky?

After a few seconds of staring, and after finally managing to gather enough strength to speak, he breaks the silence. "Dear Lord, what are you wearing?"

Kensi gets up and throws her arms up in frustration, angry tears still escaping her eyes. "I'm wearing a whale's outfit, it seems."

Deeks frowns and tries to keep his eyes off her amazing body long enough to focus on the tears. I's obvious that she's upset but he's not sure why. So he grabs her hand and sits on the bed. Kensi insists on not sitting and he can tell she's really upset. "Honey, what's wrong? Why are you crying and saying those things?"

Kensi sobs and starts telling him, her voice shaky because of all the crying. "I don't like staying home during most of the day. It sucks that Hetty only allows me to work 4 hours per day. Today, I wanted to do something special for you. So I bought this to wait in bed for you."

Deeks can't help but grin at those words. "That hardly seems something to cry over, don't you think?"

However, that does nothing to calm her down. Instead, she looks even more agitated. "How can you say that? Look at me!"

This is starting to look scarily similar to the morning in which she yelled at him to look at her breasts. "I am looking at you, trust me…"

That's when she looks away from him, turns her back to him, and makes her confession, her voice no louder than a whisper. "I'm huge, Marty! I'm huge and I still have two more months to go…"

He smiles and shakes his head, knowing that she can't see him. Then, he gets up and wraps his arms around her stomach, from behind, resting his chin on her right shoulder and resisting the urge to look down at her chest. "Kensi, you're not huge. You're pregnant, now, why don't you let me un-wrap my 'welcome-home' gift?"

She pulls away from his arms immediately and crosses her arms in front of her chest, as if trying to cover herself. "You can't un-wrap anything! I don't want you to look at me."

He read about this somewhere. He read about the insecurities that come with the weight-gain of the pregnancy. But he wasn't really prepared to deal with that today, much less when his wife is anything but covered.

Deeks sighs and takes a step forward. "That's going to be a problem because looking at you just happens to be one of my favorite things. And I happen to love what's underneath that lingerie. You're so sexy, princess…"

She shakes her head, not believing his words. "Sexy? How can you think that? How can you even think about sex when I look this…this unsexy?"

He knows this might be a long-shot but he knows she still has a soft-spot for his cheesy pickup lines and he knows just the right one to use. "Baby, I would do more things to you than MacGyver in a do-it-yourself shop."

Kensi smiles softly and he can't help but smile too. "Do you mean that?"

Deeks uncrosses her arms and wipes away her tears. "Of course I mean that. I love you, Kensi."

She wraps her arms around his neck and pulls him in for a sweet kiss that leaves him wanting more. "How was your day?"

Deeks pecks her lips before answering her. "It's a lot better now that I'm here with you. Did this sound as cheesy as I think it did?"

He doesn't wait for her answer and, in one swift movement, the negligée is out of sight.

Kensi smiles and he can't imagine anything sexier than this. "Yes, it did. But pregnant Kensi loves cheesy Deeks."

Deeks kisses her stomach and then her lips, as if saying hello to the two most important people in the world for him. "And, for the record, you don't need lingerie. You're sexy just like this, naked."

Her smile gets even bigger and he leads her to the bed. "You really think so?"

Deeks sits on the bed and pulls her to his lap. "Stop that! Stop being so unsure about yourself, Kensi. I mean it. Now, come here and let me love you."

And she does. Because she knows that he truly doesn't care how fat she looks. He loves her just as much as she loves him.

AN: I'm an awful person and I have no excuse to keep you waiting for this long. I'm finally out of bed-rest which is not as good as I thought it would be. Now, instead of being in bed all day, I have to walk around with crutches everywhere. I can't bend my knee so I will have to start physical therapy next week, something I'm not looking forward to. My doctor says that my muscles are lazy now and that's why I need it.

Now, about this story, we're at 7 months pregnant. That means there are only two more chapters to go. I would do my best to update it next week but I'm making no promises because I'm working on a few other things too.

Reviews are always a great way to tell me what you think about my story and my chapter. I'm sorry I didn't answer to your reviews of the last chapter but I thank you all for the support.

Love,
Sarah