For anonymous, who requested "Manly Phase, son edition."

Deeks' eyes light up when he sees the box on the dresser.

"Easy there, Romeo. Those aren't for you."

He frowns. "Really?"

"Really." Kensi clicks off her phone and looks up, her expression serious.

He was totally not in the mood for serious.

"You've got to talk to him."

He crosses the room, lifting the comforter and sliding into bed beside her with his most dramatic groan. "Rock, paper, scissors?"

She holds firm against the puppy look - a skill which, much to his disappointment, she mastered long ago. "Oh, no. This one is solidly in your court."

"Because I'm a man? Kensi Marie Deeks, are you saying that there's something you as a woman are incapable of doing?"

"Nice try." She sets her phone on the bedside table. "I consider it a perk of motherhood."

"I would think the perk would be getting to participate in this formative moment in your son's development."

She makes a scrunchy face. "I changed his first diaper. I'll pass on this particular milestone."

He sighs and rolls onto his back, reaching for the sham and tossing it onto the floor, his head dropping to the pillow beneath it. Diapers. He remembers diapers. Not his favorite time, but had he known it would be used as leverage in the future he would have handled things a little differently.

"Maybe we could wait?" he tries. "I mean, he's only fourteen."

"No."

"He won't be having sex for years!"

"And you had sex when you were…"

Ugh. Damn. He huffs a little, folding his arms over the comforter. "Fine."

She turns off the light and burrows in next to him. Her fingertips brush the skin of his arm. "It's going to be okay, you know. When all is said and done he'll appreciate the effort, regardless of how awkward it is for both of you in the moment."

"I know, it's just…"

"He's growing up." She drops her chin onto his shoulder. "We knew it would happen."

"Did we know it would happen this fast?"

"No, definitely not."

"I'm feeling old."

"You are old."

"Thank you, dear."

She presses a kiss to his cheek. "How about on Monday you call Sam 'grandpa' a few times."

He loves this woman. "You always know how to make me feel better."

She laughs. "I try."

"Okay." He sighs and turns to face her. His eyes have adjusted to the darkness and he can just make out the outline of her face. He thinks she's smiling. "I'll talk to him tomorrow."

"Good. Do you want me to get a banana at the store?"

"Funny lady."

Now she's definitely smiling. "A cucumber?"

"I'll forgo the produce, I think."

"Suit yourself."

He scoots a little closer so his body is flush with hers. "Too bad about that box over there though. I had a few ideas on what to do with it."

"Oh yeah?"

"Yeah."

He leans in for a kiss, but she rolls over and he winds up with a face full of hair. As he sputters he hears her open the drawer of her bedside table and start rummaging around. He backs up just as she rolls back.

"What about this one?" she says with a triumphant grin. "Any ideas what to do with it?"

His eyes light up again and he smiles. He really, really loves this woman.

"Several."