"You told Nell the baby was a girl before you told me?"
Does he sound mad? Because he is.
"Yeah, she asked. I told her." Kensi shrugs nonchalantly. He didn't bother to go with her to her appointment, so she didn't bother to tell him it was a girl first.
He wants to just scream. Shout it from the rooftops. He's always wanted this for them, a baby, a family, but this… he didn't want this.
He doesn't realize all he has to do is take it, take what he wants. He didn't realize he was welcome at her appointment, and that is the root of their problem. Communication is back to biting them in the ass again.
"I'm the her father, Kensi. You have to let me be that."
"You have to act like your her father, then."
They challenge each other a lot these days. It's not pretty.
He sighs. "Do I at least get a sonogram picture?"
She sticks her finger in the air, and reaches across her desk for one.
"Yeah, this one is yours ."
He takes it, and suddenly, he's looking at his little girl. Their little perfect mistake. And although she wasn't intentional, he loves her already and he can't wait to meet her. To be the best damn father ever.
"Its kind of a cool thing," she said. I wish that, I don't know, you'd come with me sometime."
He looks up from the sonogram. "You wouldn't mind?"
"Like you said, you're her father."
Her mouth says those words, but her eyes tell a whole different story.
For once, he gets the notion that maybe one day, they'll work this out. That maybe their current situation isn't as bad or as complicated as it seems right now.
You know what they say, a baby changes everything.