SOME REVIEWERS HAVE MENTIONED THE FACT THAT MY WRITING IS IMMATURE, AND THAT I DON'T HAVE ENOUGH LIFE EXPERIENCE TO WRITE THIS. THEY ARE CORRECT. I HAVEN'T SEEN ANY OF THIS YET, SO I OBVIOUSLY CAN'T WRITE THIS AS ACCURATE AS A MOTHER OF 2. I'M WRITING THIS FOR MY OWN ENJOYMENT, TO GET TIPS ON WRIING, AND FOR PEOPLE WHO WANT TO READ IT. THIS IS ALSO MEANT TO BE A LITTLE BIT OF A CRACK-FIC, SO THE CHARACTERS MIGHT BE A LITTLE OOC. IF YOU DON'T LIKE IT, THEN DON'T READ. IT'S THAT SIMPLE.
DON'T OWN IT.
After a long, stressful day, Kensi and Deeks were finally pulling into her driveway.
"We should buy a house." Deeks said with exuberance. Apparently, he couldn't wait to be a father. Kensi, on the other hand, couldn't wait for this nightmare to be over.
"Deeks, let's be practical. I have a house. A baby costs a lot. In what world does it make sense to go buy a house?"
"Because your house is cramped. Or maybe it's just because of the clutter." He shrugged.
"I'm sure you're tight with some Swedish cleaning lady that you can hire." Kensi quipped as they exited the car.
"Maybe you should learn how to clean." He answered.
"I thought you love me the way I am?" She sounded so innocent, and her eyelashes brushed her cheeks when she closed them.
"I do." He whispered, leaning in, and placing a tender kiss to her lips. He put a hand on her stomach. "And I love this baby, too."
"Deeks…" Kensi whispered, her eyes filling with tears.
"Oops! Kensi, what did I do wrong?" Deeks feared he said something that hurt her.
"Hormones." Kensi laughed through the tears.
"God, this is going to be a long 9 months." He muttered. Deeks' phone vibrated. "Hello?" He answered.
"Good evening, Mr. Deeks." Hetty said.
"What's up?"
"I have scheduled an ultrasound for Ms. Blye." The tiny woman replied.
"Shouldn't you be talking to Kensi?" Deeks asked.
"She wasn't answering her phone." Deeks winced, picturing Hetty's stern expression. Kensi made a grab for the phone, knowing they were talking about her.
"I'll put it on speaker." He said.
"Hi Hetty." Kensi said.
"You didn't answer your phone."
"I know, it's dead. Sorry about that." She said, trying desperately to get back on her boss's good side.
"I suppose it happens to the best of us. I just thought I should let you know that you have an ultrasound in 2 weeks." Hetty said.
"No I don't." A perplexed expression crossed the brunette's face.
"I took the liberty of scheduling it for you, Dear." Now Hetty sounded motherly.
"Thank you, Hetty." Kensi said graciously.
"Anytime, Ms. Blye. You two have a good night, now."
"You, too." Kensi and Deeks heard the line go dead.
"Wow." Deeks sighed, leaning against the hood of the SRX.
"This is actually happening." The same feeling of wonder and amazement was coursing through her, as well.
VVVVVVVVVV 2 WEEKS LATER VVVVVVVVVV
Kensi and Deeks sat in the waiting room, with the latter taping his feet nervously. Kensi was wringing her hands.
"What do you think's gonna happen?" Deeks asked.
"How am I supposed to know?" She snapped, then took a breath. "Sorry."
"It's ok. We're both nervous, and you're hormonal." He grabbed one of her hands and squeezed it reassuringly.
"How long do you think I'm going to be able to get away with that excuse?" She smiled.
"As long as you need, Babe." Deeks replied.
"Kensi Blye?" A nurse called from a door. They got up and followed the nurse to an exam room.
"How far along do you think you are?" The nurse asked.
"About 12 weeks."
"Any history of preeclampsia in your family?"
"Not that I know of."
"Alrighty. Dr. Mason will be with you shortly." With that, the nurse walked out.
"I'm glad you agreed that we should live in my house." Kensi said.
"Well, it was pretty hard to say no when you were threatening to shoot me." Deeks shrugged.
"The important thing is that we came to an agreement." Kensi patted his leg.
"Of course…" He muttered.
"Good morning!" An all-too-cheery, pink-nosed and balding doctor all but skipped into the room.
"I presume you're Dr. Mason?" Deeks stuck his hand out. Instead, the plump doctor wrapped Deeks into a hug.
"Yes I am!" Dr. Mason replied. "Ah, Kensi, how are you feeling?" Deeks watched in horror as the older man engulfed Kensi, her slender frame almost disappearing.
"Um, at the moment? I can't breathe." She managed to get out.
"Oh, my apologies!" He instantly let go.
"It's ok." Kensi smiled. "I've only thrown up 4 times since I found out I'm pregnant."
"That's very good. So, you say you're 12 weeks?"
"I think." Kensi said.
"Ok. And, no history of preeclampsia in the family, and you're young and healthy. This pregnancy should be a breeze." Dr. Mason said.
"Can we see him?" Deeks asked.
"Or her." Kensi chimed in as Dr. Mason moved the wand around on her stomach.
"How about them?"
"Really? Seriously? What have I done to deserve twins?" She threw her hands up, talking to whatever god was listening.
"We're having twins!" Deeks laughed giddily.
"No." Kensi whined.
"They're both looking good. I want to see you guys again in 4 weeks, okay? Amy, up at the desk, will schedule one for you." Dr. Mason then left to tend to another patient. Even though the image was no longer on the screen, Kensi kept staring at it, still seeing her 2 unborn children.
"Deeks."
"Yeah?"
"You're going to pay for this." Kensi glared at him.
They pulled up to the mission, and walked in, not holding hands like they usually did.
"Hey, guys, how'd it go?" Callen asked, looking up from his giant mound of paperwork.
"Don't ask." Deeks grumbled.
"Uh?" Callen was really confused.
"Twins." Kensi answered.
"And I'm guessing Deeks is ecstatic, and you're regretting each others' good looks?" Sam said knowingly.
"Yeah." They answered in unison.
"Ms. Blye, what did the doctor say?" Hetty materialized out of nowhere, as usual.
"We're having twins." Deeks answered.
"That's great news!" Hetty beamed.
"Maybe it's not as bad as I thought." Kensi said.
"See, Fern? It's all good." That earned Deeks a punch on the shoulder.
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