Author's Note: The story continues. This chapter is a little longer than the last two, so I hope you like that. Thank you for all of your reviews. If you have any notes for me I greatly appriciate it. Your support has been great. I hoping to continue this story fo a while. I also tried to space out the story more for easier reading as was sugested. Enjoy!

She jumped from their bed and ran to the bathroom to throw up once again. It had only been a few hours since the last time, but this time it was different.

Sunlight was streaming through the windows as Kensi kneeled on the bathroom floor. This time Deeks wasn't there to hold her hair. He had gone surfing and had woken her up to tell her just thirty minutes earlier.

She finished puking, cursing the timing of this stomach bug. Why did it have to be now, just before the wedding? She got off the floor and walked to the sink to brush her teeth.

She unscrewed the toothpaste and dropped the cap onto the floor. "Crap!" She yelled as she bent down onto the floor to look for it. Then she saw something that made her stop.

There was a box on the floor pushed under the cabinet the sink was on. The box was unopened and that's what made her heart skip a beat.

She opened the bottom drawer just above the unopened box to check. Sure enough, the box inside the drawer was still half full. That's when all the pieces clicked into place.

She thought back to just over a month ago. All her crying and snappiness, even her new love for pickles and Twinkies together fit the timeline. Everything made sense. She was sure in that moment, but not sure enough to tell Deeks. Just as the pieces finally clicked he walked right through the front door.

"Kensalina, baby, I'm home!" He yelled as he closed the door. He would be coming into the bedroom to check on her. She didn't know what made her not want to tell him. She just couldn't say the words until she was sure that it was true.

She jumped up from the bathroom floor and silently closed the door. She began to brush her teeth, lost in thought.

A store bought test just wouldn't do. Kensi didn't like the possibility of a false positive of false negative. There was also the possibility that she could run into someone she knew buying a pregnancy test. That would be an awkward conversation, not to mention Deeks needed to be the first to know.

Then again, she figured with all of her mood swings lately Hetty probably already knew. She thought Hetty had been giving her mostly desk work because of the wedding. Maybe the wedding wasn't the only reason Kensi had been tied to her desk lately.

She was so caught up in her thoughts she didn't even notice Deeks come in until he gently laid a hand on her shoulder. She jumped slightly. She instinctively grabbed his hand and twisted it into a very painful hold.

She released him as soon as she saw it was him. She had no idea why she had done that. She knew he was home.

"Aw! Kens, I told you I was home. I got ready for work waiting for you to come out of the bathroom. When I was done and you still weren't out I was worried. I knocked a bunch and you didn't answer so I figured I needed to check on you."

"I'm sorry Marty I was just thinking."

"About what?"

"Nothing."

"Well it obviously wasn't nothing, but today I will let it slide. Are you still feeling bad?"

"Yeah, actually, I think I may have some kind of stomach bug." This was her chance to come up with an excuse to skip work today in favor of a doctor's appointment. "I was just about to go and call Hetty to ask for the day off."

Deeks wasn't buying it. He gave her a questioning look. Nope, she definitely did not look sick. He didn't doubt that her stomach felt bad, but she didn't look pale. She actually looked happy and healthy. He could have sworn she was glowing. He sensed something else was going on as well. Since when did Kensi skip work because she felt a little nauseous.

He gave her that look. She knew he didn't completely buy it. She knew he wouldn't have dropped it if he hadn't watched her throw up the night before. She watched him scan her face for a hint of a lie. She was so nervous. If he pressed her about the subject much more she knew she would tell him. She wasn't exactly sure why she didn't want to tell him. They'd talked about this, she wanted this. The timing was worried her. She just wasn't sure if she was ready. She knew she wasn't done being an agent, but would she have to give up her career?

All these questions and thoughts were swirling around her brain at top speed. The biggest reason, she decided, for not telling him was that if she was wrong she would have to tell him was not going to be a Dad after all. She knew she couldn't stand to see his face after she had crushed his dreams.

She smiled at him and then looked at her watch. "Deeks your going to be late! Hetty isn't going to be happy. You're already missing the next three weeks for the wedding and the honeymoon, you could at least show up for work on time."

Her eyes sparkled as she stopped rambling on about Hetty. His smile widened before she faked shock and horror. "Oh! You don't think she would have someone cut off your," She paused for effect, a mischievous smile playing on her lips. "It would be a difficult punishment, but maybe you'd show up on time."

"That would be less of a punishment for me and more of a punishment for you," he replied. Her grin disappeared as she punched him in the arm.

Her smile returned to her face as he howled in pain. She walked up to him and put her hands on his chest. He let go of his arm and stared into her beautiful eyes.

"Be careful today, okay?" She said seriously. She smiled as she added, "I don't want to hear you complain about getting your ass kicked because I wasn't there to watch it."

She leaned in so her lips were just inches from his. "I love you." She whispered. He wrapped his arms around her waist in an attempt to pull her closer. She leaned in to kiss him, but before their lips touched she turned her head and kissed him on the cheek.

"Have fun at work today, hubby!" She said laughing as she turned and left the bathroom. He followed her through the bedroom and into the kitchen raving in protest.

"You can't expect me to leave for work without kissing my beautiful wife or making her breakfast."

"I'm not actually that hungry." She was lying, but she wanted him to leave so she could go to the doctor and find out if her suspicions were true.

"Alright, I'm going," he said still following Kensi as they walked to the door. Just as they reached the door he stopped. He reached out and grabbed Kensi's arm. He pulled her close to him and kissed her. It was deep and passionate. He pushed her up against the door and their kiss seemed to last forever. When they eventually pulled away she was speechless. Even now that they kissed each other all the time, his touch still took her breath away.

He touched his forehead to hers and said, "I'll be careful." He smiled at her as he pulled away from her embrace. He pulled her away from the door by her hand. He grabbed his keys from a bowl on a table near the door. He squeezed her hand and then opened the door to leave.

He turned back to look at his ladybird and said, "When I get home you're going to tell me the reason you really stayed home today."

"Since when do you get to tell me what to do," she replied with a small laugh. In her reality though, she couldn't wait to tell him the true reason. She needed his support either way.

"We're married princess, and we've never had secrets."

"I love you." That was the only response she could think of.

"I love you more than you even know." He replied with a wink. She was suddenly sure he had been awake that night. He walked out the door and her her happiness was replaced with the nervousness that surrounded her day.

She went back into their bedroom and sat down on their bed. She picked up her phone, trying to prepare herself for the calls she was about to make. She had to call Hetty and confront what this could mean for her career and partnership. Then she had to call someone she hadn't talked to in a long time.