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It was 8 weeks later, and the room was finished. Thankfully, the paint dried a little less brightly than Kensi had intended, but it was still a pretty color. The carpet wasn't a boring grey, but a light, almost cheery steel-color. Kensi and Deeks stared at it triumphantly.
"You guys did a good job painting." She commented.
"Why thank you." Callen replied.
"One of my aliases used to be a painter." Sam said.
"Once we figure out their names, we're going to stencil them above their cribs." Deeks said. Sam and Callen glanced around the room. With the yellow and green walls, and the almost shiny carpet, and the mobiles above each of the cribs, they honestly didn't think the room needed any more décor.
"In what color?" Sam asked cautiously.
"I don't know yet. They're against the yellow wall, so maybe green?" Kensi suggested.
"Kens, I'm sorry, but I don't think this room can hold any more color." Callen said.
"I think it looks nice in here." She said.
"It does, it does." Sam said quickly, remembering his wife's pregnancy. He knew what happened when the mother got offended. "But is it really necessary?"
"Yes. Deeks, it's going to be green."
"Okay, Fern. Whatever you want." Deeks soothed, massaging her shoulders.
"Good." A small smile grazed her lips.
"We'll see you guys later, okay?" Callen said.
"Oh yeah! I have an ultrasound in half an hour. We gotta go." Kensi exclaimed, waddling as fast as she could out of the room to grab her coat.
"Bye." Sam waved, closing the door behind them.
"Deeks, how could you forget about this!" Kensi yelled.
"Why are you blaming me?" He asked, hands up in surrender, trying to seem non-defensive.
"Because you're the one who got me pregnant in the first place." She threw his coat at him.
"That's a great reason." Deeks said.
"I'm driving." She announced.
"Oh please God no!" Kensi's driving had only worsened since the pregnancy. Deeks was sure to get carsick every time she was in the driver's seat.
"That's your punishment."
"Not cool, Fern." Still, he tossed her the keys.
They had survived the drive to the hospital, only breaking 5 traffic violations.
"Hey, you're only a light shade of green this time." Kensi commented, smirk and all. Her mood had improved; she seemed to have forgotten their argument, and even the fact that she was mad at him.
"I still feel like crap." He groaned, swaying as they walked through the doors.
"Clearly you've never been driving with Gibbs."
"Who?" Deeks asked, confused.
"Special Agent Gibbs, from the MCRT in DC. He's even worse than me." Kensi explained.
"I can't picture anyone worse than you."
"You just got back in my good graces. Why are you so eager to get out?" Kensi whispered. So she did remember.
"You're right. I'm stupid." Deeks draped an arm around her shoulder. Kensi leaned into him.
"You're not stupid, Deeks. Just think before you speak." She said.
"I know. It's a work in progress." They stepped off the elevator and walked into Dr. Mason's office.
"Kensi Blye." Kensi said to the receptionist.
"Hi. Please take a seat and Dr. Mason will be with you in a few minutes." The receptionist said.
"Thanks." Kensi smiled, then took a seat next to Deeks.
"Let's think of names." Deeks said enthusiastically.
"How about when we get home?" She asked. "I'm really tired right now."
"Sure. Yeah, that's fine." Deeks agreed. They sat in silence for a few more minutes.
"Kensi!" A nurse called, one they remembered as Kelly.
"Hi, Kelly." Deeks smiled.
"Deeks!" Kensi jabbed him in the ribs. His rib was fully healed, but it was still a little sore.
"Sorry." He mumbled. Surprisingly, Dr. Mason was already waiting in the room for them.
"You're early." Kensi commented.
"The appointment before you cancelled." He smiled, shaking each of their hands. "Nice to see you again. How are you feeling?"
"Good." Kensi replied.
"Her mood isn't. It's always mad at me." Deeks joked.
"That's normal. I'm sorry, Marty. But I sympathize. When my wife was pregnant with our son, I couldn't do anything right." Dr. Mason said.
"How old is he now?" Kensi asked.
"Almost 2." He answered.
"I bet he's adorable." She said.
"Thank you. So, what do you say about taking a look at your babies?" The doctor clapped his hands together."
"Okay." Kensi and Deeks shared a nervous glance.
"They both look great." He said.
"They actually look like humans now." Deeks stared in awe.
"Any questions?"
"No." Kensi and Deeks replied unanimously.
"Great. I'll see you every 4 weeks now. Congrats on making it to your third trimester!" Dr. Mason shook their hands again, and left.
"Now we get to choose names." Deeks said, plopping himself down on the couch.
"What were you thinking?" She asked, sitting on his lap.
"I don't know. I like Katherine, Emma, and Olivia." He said.
"Those are nice." She agreed. "How about either Nathan, Connor, or Jacob?"
"We're going to have some really hot, awesome-named kids." Deeks said.
"Oh, Deeks." Kensi laughed, pulling him in for a kiss.
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