a/n: So now every baby drabble ends up being about Max. You guys really like abby stories, don't ya?

It's said that there are some moments in our lives in which time stops. When you can't catch a grip on everything that's going on around you. Those moments where things are happening in what seems to be slow motion. Its like there are so so many things that are happening at once, and they're all so important that you just have to find a way to savor every second and remember every detail.

That's what Marty Deeks feels like on the night he and Kensi bring their son Maxwell home from the hospital.

It's raining, and almost 7PM. He's already pulled the car up to the awning next to the hospital entrance and put their bags and flowers and balloons in the car. He walks back into the hospital room, and he does a double check to make sure they've gotten everything out. Kensi's holding the baby. She's dressed and ready to go. She's still exhausted, but he can't blame her. She gave birth like, all of two days ago. He'd be pretty tuckered out too if it were him, seeing all she endured.

The nice petite little nurse asks if they're ready, and they both nod.

The walk from the hospital room to the car is the longest. She's carrying him, and doesn't seem nervous in the least. That's probably because she's not the one driving home. His hand is around her waist for love and support reasons, and he doesn't seem to mind.

She smiles a 100 watt, slightly embarrassed smile as they walk through the lobby and strangers cheer for them. Its a weird moment, but at the same time, so well deserved. Hospital lobbies are known to be full of anxious family members, worried about their loved ones. But in this particular moment, those fears are inferior to the happiness of a young couple with a brand new baby. It was the kind of scene that only came about in the movies. It was rare and beautiful. His wife's smile relaxes him, but only momentarily.

They get to the car, and she hands him the baby. The nurse advises Kensi of the best way to get in the car considering she's still sore. Meanwhile, Deeks is left to strap Max into his seat.

The nerves are strong. You know how to do this, he tells himself. He's practiced with a stuffed bear for hours and hours and hours. Which, by the way, his lovely wife doesn't know he did. There were about four hours on a Saturday afternoon that he said he was 'going to the Clippers game with Sam and Callen' but he in fact never left the driveway. He's thankful Sam and Callen covered for him.

He clips his son in, and rubs his little chin and thinks 'We're gonna take good care of you, son.' He adjusts the mirror on the headrest, and steps back from the car seat. The nurse asks if she can just take a peak and make sure he's buckled in correctly. When she sees that he is, she smiles at Deeks and says, "Very good, father of the year material."

She smiles as she advises them to drive safety and congratulates them one more time. Deeks slides in his seat and closes the door. Her hand lightly taps on his knee a few times, offering her encouragement.

He drives with more focus than he probably ever has in his entire life, not taking any risks whatsoever. He's got so much to lose, and he's not going to lose it. Finally, upon pulling into the driveway, he finally catches his breath.

Their house. Welcoming home their baby.

The garage door goes up and he pulls the SRX in. He aids Kensi in sliding out of the car, and he decides to make sure she gets the honor of bringing him into the house for the first time.

His partner, formerly Bad-Ass Blye but now Kick-Ass Kensi, caring their little one into their home for the first time is the most beautiful sight. In that moment, they're not federal agents or cops anymore. They're husband and wife, Mom and Dad. And the way she whispers "Welcome home, Maxwell," makes his heart swell.

Their first night at home with him is quiet and sweet. She nurses him on the couch and he takes care of the diapers. Neither of them really sleep, they're both too in awe of how surreal this is. For a while, they just sit, she's in his lap and Max in her arms. His lips find hers and they share a sweet slow kiss.

Slow, like time. Because nothing else really matters to Marty Deeks knowing that he has these two.