A/N: In my silly little head this is January 2016.

"Its your birthday."

He laughed at me. "Really? I never would have guessed."

We'd had a long case today. I'd avoided bringing up the fact that it was his birthday all day, trying to make him think I'd forgotten. However, he didn't buy it.

"There's an ice cream cake in the freezer," I said, laying my head down in his lap.

He cleared his throat. Drives him crazy when I do that. "Yeah, um, cake, ice cream cake, that's, um, good."

I like making him speechless.

"I have another suprise for you too."

"And that would be?"

"Three guesses. Go."

He was frustrated, I could tell.

"You're going to start sharing Twinkies."

"Oh hell no!" I proclaimed.

"You're giving me your Wonder Women sports bra. "

"Deeks!"

"You wanna have sex." he hinted with a suggestive wink.

"We can probably get to that a little later. But this is just slightly more important."

"More important than sex? I don't know if I can handle that Kens. Oh, what the hell, its my birthday. Lay it on me."

I didn't much like his attitude, but I also figured that once I told him, everything would change, and the conversation would turn much more serious.

"I took a pregnancy test, Deeks."

He lifted his palm and placed it gently on my chin.

"You took a pregnancy test," he repeated back to me.

"Yep, I did."

"What did it say?"

I told myself that in this moment, I wouldn't be afraid. I wouldn't hesitate. But the words I said didn't quite come out as smoothly as I'd hoped. "It might have been positive."

"So we're pregnant?"

"I'm not sure about you, but I'm pretty sure about me."

"And its mine?"

"I'm yours, so it would make sense that the baby would also be yours…" I laughed.

"I'm sorry, this is just a lot."

"I know."

He smiled, that deep, perfect, amazing, loving smile that melts me. "So this is basically like the best gift ever."

Before I had time to reply, he'd picked me up bridal style, and we were spinning around and he was cheering, "I'm going to be a Dad!"

I laughed, and maybe even squealed just a tiny bit, before he quit spinning and just held me there in his arms. It was a golden moment, and as much as I wanted him to put me down, I kind of liked this.

"Happy birthday," I offered.

He kissed me passionately. "Thank you, and I love you."

"I love you too," I grinned. "But that ice cream cake's not gonna eat itself."

"Touche Wonder Woman, touche."