The penultimate update... This chapter is a letter, so it's a smaller chapter and I didn't had any quotation marks. Hope you guys enjoy it!
February
This is the fifteenth anniversary over your death and I don't know quite well what to say. I could be saying that I miss you, but I'll feel that eternally. You are and always have been my friend, dad. But enough with the sadness, I'll tell you the two crazy years I have been through. A mission took me to Germany and left me with unsolved feelings for Dee. I miscarried a baby, a wrong outcome of the assignment but I have to say that if that hadn't happened, I don't know where I'd be standing now. My relation with Deeks started, and between the ups and the downs like every other relation has, we worked through it. Then I got pregnant with your grandson (yes, I had to say it dad!) and I can tell you that he is the most gorgeous baby I've ever seen. Martin Andrew Deeks Jr. is now a year and a half. I can also tell, better, assure that Deeks is a wonderful father and a great husband. He did some bad things, but all to save our family. He became a drug dealer's bodyguard and ended up shot on a LAPD swoop, called by his ex-partner. I thought he was dead and I felt like I lost my world. I ignored my own son for a while and when I awoke up and tried to move on with my life, Hetty, my boss, took me to a shelter house where he was staying. We met each other for the first time in three months; we didn't see him since Marty was born on the 4th July. He was then moved and we visited him a couple of times. After the trial, he was free to go. My house had been sold and we decided to sell his as well. We bought a house for us and he proposed right there. We married civilly, having as our witnesses Sam, Callen, Eric, Nell and Hetty, and obviously Jr. was there too, being changed from arms to arms. Now, like before we got married, there's no "me" or "you" on the relationship, just "us". We have our work, Marty is on kindergarten, and whenever it's needed because of missions, Eric and Nell watch him, and we are a family. We do spend time on the park or the beach, independently of Deeks and me always bickering. We visit his mother and mom once in a while, and they babysit Marty from time to time. Now Deeks keeps telling me that Marty needs a little brother or sister, and I keep on laughing. I can already picture his reaction when I tell him today that we can stop trying… I think it was the excitement of having him again!... This has been my life, dad, for the past two years. I still miss you but I've found peace as soon as I figured what happened to you and since I saw mom again. It felt good…Well; guess this is goodbye, only on the letter, because I'm wherever you are. Lots of kisses,
Kensi.
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