Prompt: Kensi is pregnant and Deeks feels the baby kicking for the first time.
"I'm running out of time here, ya know," Deeks said, tapping on Kensi's large belly. She was laying on her side, sleeping nestled in between the curves of her pregnancy pillow. "By Mommy's calculations, you are supposed to break out of your baby cocoon in 4 days. If you're anything like her you'll come out asking for a twinkie and a beer."
He placed his hand flat against her belly, waiting for any kind of movement. He felt nothing. "Come on, little guy," Deeks whispered. "Why won't you kick me? Because your mama kicks me enough already, yeah? I thought it was hard sleeping with her when she was tiny. Now she has this damn pillow taking up all of our space here, and I'm curled up in a ball like a dog at the foot of the bed." No movement.
"Okay, you don't wanna talk about Mommy. That's cool. What about the dogs?" Nothing. "We're not going to talk about guns, little dude. I don't want you to find out about those for a long, long time." Nothing. Deeks sighed, curling up as best as he could next to his wife. Everybody else they know had felt their still un-named little man kick but him. He blamed it partially on his new job and the fact that he was away from home so often now, and the rest of the blame fell on Kensi's stubborn genes that made up half of their little human. He really, really just wanted to feel it once, to foster their connection as father and son. It was silly and he knew it, but he couldn't help but worry and doubt his abilities to be a dad already. He wanted some sort of reassurance that his little boy knew he was there for him, even before he was born.
"We're gonna have a blast, you know. We'll do everything together; go to the park, the museum, the beach. I've already got a tiny little surfboard just waiting on you to get here." Deeks felt an odd feeling on Kensi's belly, like a hard round ball moving right under the surface of her skin. "Oh!" Deeks sat up and shook Kensi's shoulder, causing her to grunt. "He kicked me!"
"Whoopty-doo," Kensi grumbled. "And that wasn't a kick, that was his butt."
Shrugging, Deeks laid back down and rubbed circles along her stomach. "I'll take a butt kick. I'm used to it."
Kensi elbowed him lightly in the gut and he laughed. She laced her fingers through his and squeezed his hand. "Go back to sleep."
He smiled and squeezed back. "Okay."
"Both of you."