So, here it is one more update, as I promised from now on to be every three days. Here you'll be getting the tip for Kensi and Deeks, especially his, problems. On the previous chapter it was already mentioned, but on this one you get to hear a third person's opinion...a very important third person by the way.

April

"We're almost there, almost." He said walking with her in front of her, while covering he eyes.

"This gift you say you got for him isn't by any means idiot, is it?"

"No, obviously not." He stopped on the spare bedroom that is supposed to be for the baby, which is still empty. "Look!" He exclaimed enthusiastically uncovering her eyes.

"It's a tricycle."

"Not just any tricycle…" He hinted.

"It's yours! You brought it when we went to your mother's, didn't you?"

3 days before

"What were you talking with Hetty?" Kensi questioned Deeks, sitting at her desk, reading a magazine placed over her belly.

"I was-" He then looked at her and commented. "Kensi Marie Blye, are those manners to-"

"I use my belly as I want! It can't only be useful to carry the baby!" She looked at him, telling him that that conversation was over. "What were talking with Hetty after all?"

"I was asking her to give us a break this weekend."

"Why? Where are you taking us?"

"I'm taking you for a little trip to San Francisco." He answered kneeling in front of her and putting a kiss both on her belly and her lips.

"San Francisco? What's so interesting to be seen there?"

He sat at his desk and grabbed a pen, signing some files. "Not what but a whom."

"Who?" She asked, obviously curious.

"You'll get to see." She turned her attention to the magazine again. "You're not going to be mad at me, are you?" Kensi looked at him sideways. "Oh, come on, Kens! I can assure you that we won't be meeting any ex of mine!"

"Oh no, bad thing to say to a pregnant woman!" Sam commented, taking a seat at his desk. "Really bad thing!" Sam exclaimed entering the Ops Center. "You know she can kill you!"

"You guys know I'm still here, right?" The two men raised the look at her but were saved by Eric's call. Deeks grabbed a case file and stopped in front of her desk. "Just put it and walk, Deeks!" He quickly put it over her desk and ran upstairs. As quickly as he ran them up he also ran them down. "What happened? Why are you're already here?"

"It wasn't a case…it was just for Sam and his daughter's gift for Easter. He always puts Eric buying those toys on online sales."

"Who knows if you won't be doing it someday too?" She said giving him a sweet look.

"Nice!" They heard Sam celebrating while descending.

"Let me guess:" Deeks started. "Eric got that toy."

"Yeah he did." He said excited, taking the path to the exterior.

"Where's Callen anyway?" Kensi asked him.

Sam took a few steps back and answered. "At the gym, we'll be training a bit. Want to come?"

"Uh, why not?" She dropped the pen and got up. "Deeks can end up the paperwork and then we can go to that mysterious trip to San Francisco."

"Ok, I actually don't mind. Just," He pulled her back by her hand. "just promise me to go easy on them, okay?"

Kensi laughed after he kissed her. "I promise not to break them. Fair enough?"

"Sounds nice!"

The end of the day came really quickly. Deeks actually joined his girlfriend, Sam and Callen at the gym and trained a bit with them. They share a couple of laughs and they learned that pregnant Kensi is still the same old Kensi: ready for some kick-ass, like she proved when knocked all of the men on a hand-to-hand fight. When the couple got home they packed some clothes to be ready to leave in the next morning. Kensi and Deeks decided that, since the trip would take about six hours, they would drive three hours each, so they started the trip right after lunch.

"Who are we visiting?" Kensi asked pushing the seat back and putting the feet over the dashboard.

"You. Will. See." He answered carefully for the ninth time that day.

"Okay." She leaned back on the seat, opened the window and put the arm out.

"You just say okay? You asked me this today a million times and now you just say okay?"

"I won't get to know who that person is until we get there, so I have to conform myself with the answer."

"Okay…" He sighed. "But you're not-"

"No! Why do you ask me so many times if I'm angry?"

"I won't ask anymore."

"Thank you." She took her hand to her belly and answered back. "Jr. agrees with me."

"Don't agree, little buddy, your mother plays this game a lot!"

"I just have a little question." Deeks glanced at her, waiting for her to do the question. "Why did we left home at this time? Why not earlier or later?"

"Because we'll arrive around dinner time and my mother is a great cook." Deeks stopped for a while when putting the sunglasses and then supported the elbow on the edge of the open window.

"See, baby? You have to learn from me! Your father is too easy!" She mocked, looking at the belly. "So, I'm meeting…your mother…" She said biting the lip, feeling nervous.

"She's amazing. You two are going to love each other, believe me!"

"At least tell me her name, because knowing you well enough I can predict that she already knows mine."

"Elizabeth. Elizabeth Deeks, but call her Betsy, she prefers it."

"My mother-in…-law…" She said terrified.

"If makes you feel better she has a hard time saying daughter-in-law as well."

They eventually stopped after Deeks three hours of driving were concluded and the six month pregnant Kensi grumbled in hunger. Kensi took the wheel from there onto Deeks' mother house. Kensi drove into a neighborhood, following Deeks' instructions. She was looking around at the house until he told her to park across the street, pointing the house on the other side. Kensi looked at the home, modest and simple, while parked behind the grey sedan that was there, belonging to Deeks' mother. It was a two level house, being the second floor only an attic. A flagstone path leading to three stairs drew attention in the middle of the green yard. The house was all made in several tones of brown bricks, same color as the roof tiles and on each side two windows white framed and on the center a glassed door also with a white frame contrasted with all the brown of the house. On the left side of the door was the bell and on the right was the American flag and a flower bed adorned the front of the house.

The house had already Kensi's approval, but meeting his mother was not going to be that easier. Deeks rang the bell and Kensi shook and clutched the eyes for a second. The fiftyish woman opened the door and she was nothing that Kensi thought. She was waiting for an old fashion woman and instead she found a blonde one with a haircut by her neck and a smile across her lips, dressing in a casual way, wearing an apron and holding a wooden spoon when she opened the door. She had only a few wrinkles and was tall and thin. Deeks' mother had also Kensi's approval.

When Betsy saw her son, she hugged him tightly. "Marty! I'm just so happy to see you." She then put a kiss on his cheek that he returned. "And who's this stunning young lady? Don't tell me she's Kensi."

"Kensi, this is my mother Betsy. Mom, this is my girlfriend Kensi."

"It's really nice to meet you, Kensi." His mother answered with a hug. "But, come in. I was just making dinner. I think it's enough for two more." Betsy closed the door while speaking but then turned back, grinning. "Well, three more."

"Mom, I was wondering if we can stay for the weekend."

"Well, of course. Go grab the bags." Betsy walked in a quick walk to the kitchen, saying. "I'm just peeking on the dinner, but feel free to see the house."

Deeks waited until his mother was at the kitchen to whisper at her. "So?"

"She is amazing." Kensi put the car keys on his hand and put a kiss on his face. "But don't take too much time. I'm still not ready for this!" Deeks grinned when leaving the door and Kensi walked from the living-dining room to the kitchen, looking around. On the right side of the division was a dining table and its six chairs, on the left side was a brownish couch with a small glassed table in front and a TV over a small cabinet leaned on the wall. Just right behind that area was a small hall leading to a room in the back, but before there was a door on the left to another. In the direction of the entrance door was a closed door, probably the bathroom and the kitchen was the division on the right, and it was to where Kensi walked. On the way she noticed a cord hanging on the ceiling and figured it would be the access to the attic. "Can I?" Kensi asked politely, still feeling nervous.

"Of course."

"He was right when he said you are a cook." She then walked near the stove and peeked inside the saucepan. "This chicken rice smells great!"

"Dear, let me tell you a secret: He eats everything you give him. He's a glutton!" Both Betsy and Kensi giggled.

"I heard it, mom, I'm not a glutton!" Deeks yelled from the living room, walking to the guest room. And again the two women laughed. "Stop laughing at me!" He said showing up on the kitchen, surprising the two.

"Sweetie, can you set the table?"

"It feels like I'm home again!" He grumbled picking three plates, three glasses, the napkins and the cutlery, walking to the dining room to set the table.

"I don't know that much, Kensi." Betsy said while stirring the food one last time.

"I'm sorry, what?"

"Whenever I talked with Marty he never told me that much and I didn't care. I mean, obviously I want to know, but I didn't know you, so I didn't want to make you feel like I was invading yours and my son's privacy."

"I'll be glad to tell you everything you want. I just let you know by now that we are not getting married."

"Dear, times have changed. As long as you two are happy, I'm happy too. I know you two can handle that baby better than married couples sometimes do."

"Well, I hope that too."

"I pretty sure you will." Betsy smiled to the insecure Kensi, who grinned a little. "Well, let's eat." Deeks' mother grabbed the saucepan and walked to the dining table, following Kensi.

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