I ask you to review, otherwise I give up on writing this fanfiction. I hope I'm not sounding too picky or mean, but I need a guarantee that people read this and that I'm not writing it in vein, so, please, review.
If I do continue, I promise to included chapters involving everyone of the team.
Kensi and Deeks left the bullpen at quite early hours (almost ending afternoon is early for them!), giving them time to pick up the twins at the daycare. However, Kensi drove them home and left to buy groceries as Deeks claimed it had been him who done it last time. As he opened the door, the two kids ran inside, already asking for their father to play with them the promised tag game. He only had time to close the door, hang the jacket, put down the shoulder bag and the keys before being labeled as the "it" by the two tiny hands of his kids. They ran around the house until Deeks fell to the ground, placing his hand across the chest, trying to recover his breath.
Quinn and Jacob threw themselves over his chest, saying out of breath. "You're it, dad!"
"Ah," He gasped. "break time! Dad's too tired!"
What was break time for two kids? If he couldn't play, they had to find someone else to play, someone besides tagging each other.
"Monty!" Jacob yelled, getting up. "Monty, you're it!"
"Monty!" Quinn shouted as well, running to the dog too.
"Oh, run boy, run…" Deeks let out in a breath, seeing his two kids, as he describes as two Duracell bunnies, running for the dog. The dog nails' scraped the floor as Monty got up quickly and ran around the house.
Deeks stood lying on the floor until his breath was fully recovered and then moved to the couch. In a while, Quinn was coming to join him, laying her head over his thigh, tired of all the running. He caressed her hair and forehead, feeling her sweaty. Jacob gave up on chasing the dog soon as well but he climbed over his father's lap and leaned on his chest, taking a rest. "What you kids wanna do?"
"Music." Jacob said, clapping hands. "Music, daddy!"
"What song then?" He pointed the girl, continuing as walking to the laptop, putting it over the kitchen counter. "Quinn, you're up first."
"The shake-shake song!" Quinn answered, eagerly, jumping off the couch and shaking already like if the song was already on.
Deeks smiled and felt he needed to ask, just to save him the walking to computer. "We're listening just to the song or to the band too?"
"The band!" The twins shouted, happily.
"Listening to The Beatles then." He opened the laptop and looked for the songs to play them. "Ok, the shake-shake song for Quinn!"
He pressed 'play' and the song "Twist and Shout" started filling the house. The two kids began to shake their hips and heads to the rhythm of the music, dancing.
Deeks laughed seeing his two toddlers having so much fun just because of a song. And he couldn't help but to tap his foot and shake the head to the rhythm, humming a verse here, a verse there. The songs were on automatic playing and another one started right away. Yet, he turned to Jacob, telling him. "Jake, your turn to choose the song." To answer him the kid ran to the bedroom and brought with him a toy. He showed it to his father who chuckled. "But you gotta sing the song and stomp your feet!" He then changed the song and the "Yellow Submarine" song began.
Quinn and Jacob were stomping their feet, walking around the couch, following one behind the other, shouting. "We live yellow submarine! We live yellow submarine!" Deeks sang along with them, sitting on the couch.
And just like that, his favorite song started. He shook his head from side to side, like his children were doing, and sang when the chorus came up. "Ob-la-di, ob-la-da, life goes on, brah!/La-la how the life goes on/Ob-la-di, ob-la-da, life goes on, brah!/La-la how the life goes on."
"What's going on here?" Kensi asked, entering home, carrying the paper bags and putting them over the kitchen balcony.
"We're listening to music." Deeks embraced her from behind, putting a kiss on her neck. "It's better influence that your techno music!" She fired him a (n attempted) reprehensive look so he kissed her again, trying to redeem himself. And that was when he put the hands on her hips and rocked her body with him, singing to her. "In a couple of years they have built a home sweet home/With a couple of kids running in the yard/" He looked back at Quinn and Jacob who were still jumping and shaking around. "Of Kensi and Marty Deeks…" He grinned at her, who wasn't into the dancing with him. She then smiled too, putting her arms around his neck, rocking her body.
When "Ob-la-di, ob-la-da" ended "A Hard Day's Night" started, and that one pictured exactly what Kensi was feeling right now.
It's been a hard day's night, and I been working like a dog
It's been a hard day's night, I should be sleeping like a log
But when I get home to you, I find the things that you do
Will make me feel alright
He pulled her to the middle of the living room, still dancing and now taking a peek on their two little kids, imitating them on the way of dancing, holding each other hands. The only difference was that neither of them was willing to let the other lead, which seemed so typical and inherited of their parents. But Kensi and Deeks were in harmony for now. And they continued that way as the next song to be played was called "I'm happy just to dance with you". The three-year-old little siblings finally settled their dispute, being the little man Jacob taking the lead, following his father's example.
"I'm happy just to dance with you." He said with a grin that he couldn't almost hold in his lips.
"Me too." She replied with an identical smile. "Even though you're still not good at dancing!" She kissed his lips and leaned her forehead on his.
Those were the moments they enjoyed the most. Those were the moments when nothing else mattered. They were so happy and just having a good time. And just like that, everyone in the house was dancing.
As you may know, the songs don't belong to me, only to the amazing The Beatles, its composers, producers... The songs used were specified throughout the chapter, yet, I mention them once again:
"Twist and shout"
"Yellow submarine"
"Ob-la-di, ob-la-da"
"Hard day's night"
"I'm happy just to dance with you"