"I just want this Kensi," he says, running his finger through a damp loose curl. They were lying in bed, cuddling uncharacteristically. She lay in his lap, resting peacefully. "If this is all you want, I'm game."

"But its not all you want," she said, sensing the vulnerability in his voice.

"I can make it by without kids. But I can't make it by without you," he said, stressing the word you.

Kensi felt herself blush.

"It's ultimately okay with me that you don't want kids. If we want different things, I'm okay with that. As long as I'm with you."

"Stop it," she pleaded.

"I mean it Kens."

"I know you do. Just stop."

"No, we have to talk about this. If we don't communicate we're going to be right back where we started," he said boldly.

She shook her head. "I get the point. My turn to talk."

He did stop. His eyes bulged slightly, and he stopped twirling his finger around the curl and waited.

"I'm listening."

Suddenly, she one again felt words fail her. But instead of letting that stop her, she grabbed his hand, raised his old shirt up off of her belly, laced her fingers through his, and pressed his palm to her bare stomach. His calloused hands were cold, and she shivered, but soon enough the touch began to burn her skin.

He didn't seem to catch what she was trying to say, and of course he wouldn't. Communication.

So she crafted a simple sentence to help get the point across.

"Meet baby."

Still, it took a moment, but this time, it clicked.

"Whoa, baby?" he said, voice full of excitement and cheer. He bit his tongue. "I mean, whoa, um, a baby. " This time, he was more hesitant.

"You're allowed to be excited," she said.

He sat up a little straighter,"I mean, this is amazing, but you don't want it."

She rolled her eyes. "How do you know I don't want it?"

He stuttered. "Well, you, um…"

"I just want this, too," she said. "But I want all of it. Me, you, baby. I want it all."

"Oh yes," he said, pressing his lips into her hair. I want this so much."

He rubbed her stomach, making no attempt to move his hand away. "I'd kiss it, but I can't while we're lying like this."

"Don't you dare," she warned.

"Oh no Kensalina. I know you like it."

"Shut up," she said, shaking her head.

"But I don't want to! I'm gonna be a Dad!"

She laughed, leaning back into his chest. "Yeah, yeah you are. And a pretty damn good one at that."