A sequel to the previous chapter. For Bea The Monster, who requested Deeks coming home and Aurora Abbot, who requested something with the whole family.
Deeks closes the door behind him, careful not to make any sound. As quietly as he can, he slips off his shoes and sets his keys on the table. It's a little after midnight, but it feels like three in the morning. He doesn't actually remember the last time he slept, but he's pretty sure it wasn't in the last 36 hours. Bed sounds so damn good right now.
Bed with Kensi in it sounds even better.
He makes his way to the bedroom, peeling off his jeans and shirt as he goes. His eyes are starting to adjust to the darkness and the neon glow from the bedside clock gives him just enough light to identify the figure in his bed.
Well, figures.
Kensi's tucked in on the right side, arms wrapped around a pillow, one foot hanging off the edge. His son is lying on top of the sheets and taking up the entire rest of the bed - impressive considering he's not even three feet tall. Apparently the starfish position is hereditary.
The easiest solution would be to nudge the little man over and wedge himself onto the left side of the bed, but the easiest solution involves zero contact with his wife and that isn't an option he's going to consider.
Instead, he slides his arms under his son's frame and gently lifts him, depositing him carefully on the side of the bed. Deeks maneuvers into the space he cleared in the middle and covers both himself and the little monster with the blankets.
Kensi stirs beside him, abandoning the pillow and rolling over to face her husband.
"You're back," she says, as she nuzzles into his side. "How'd it go?"
He drops a kiss on her forehead. "It was okay. I'll tell you about it tomorrow."
She settles into a comfortable position, arm across Deeks' middle, head on his shoulder, belly pressed into his side. "Missed you."
"Love you," he answers, tightening his hold.
A little arm flings across Deeks' chest, right above Kensi's.
"Daddy," says a groggy voice, "can we go to the ice cream shop?"
"Right now?"
"Um..." His face contorts into a frown, but his eyes don't open. "Maybe tomorrow?"
"That sounds good to me." Deeks squeezes his little hand. "That okay with you, Mama?"
Kensi's response is a soft snort-snore.
"I think that means yes," he tells his son.
The little guy nods. "She wants a double scoop."
Deeks smiles and burrows deeper into the pillow. "That can definitely be arranged."