Anonymous: Kensi and Deeks go shopping for baby stuff.
"Kensi! It's a onesie!" He holds the article of clothing up in the air and points to it. "Babe! We should get it!"
She turns around slowly, reads the print on the front of the shirt and immediately rolls her eyes. "Really?"
His smile fades slightly. "What? It's awesome!"
Kensi cocks her head to one side. "It says 'lock your daughters up.'"
Deeks lifts an eyebrow. "Shouldn't they, though? He's gonna be a looker."
"And how would you know that?"
"I am the father. You are the mother." He points to her stomach. "With that combined gene pool there's no doubt he'll be handsome."
"I think you give yourself too much credit."
He shrugs. "I don't think you give me enough. Or yourself, for that matter."
"Some of us don't like being cocky."
"And some of us like showing off the awesome things we make."
"You talk about our son like he's a highschool science project."
He lifts his eyebrows. "Definitely not highschool."
"I'm gonna kill you."
"No you're not. Our son's gotta see what he's gonna grow up to look like."
She doesn't wanna argue that he isn't incredibly handsome, because he is. So, so handsome. But she also wouldn't be Kensi Blye if she allowed his ego to get inflamed.
"I thought I'd save him the heartache."
"Ooooh, ouch. Nice one, Blye. Wait-" He looks up to the ceiling, squinting. "Your last name is Deeks now. Does that mean I call you Deeks?"
"What would I call you?"
"Um… Marty?" Deeks cringes. "No, no, definitely not that. It feels weird."
"Yeah. Really weird."
"We can just stick to our old ways. Deeks, Kensi. Otherwise our son would probably get confused."
"If we had the same first name? Yeah, probably."
Deeks grins. "We can just call him player," he says, enthusiastically holding up the shirt once more.
Kensi shakes her head and walks towards him. Deeks drapes an arm across her shoulders and she sighs.
"Only time will tell."