"How the hell did she get chickenpox? Didn't she get vaccinated for that?"
"Of course she did. You can still get minor cases even if you've been vaccinated."
Deeks ran his hand through his hair nervously. "What about Max?"
"He's been at band camp for over a week, I feel like if he was going to come down with chicken pox, we would have gotten a phone call about it by now."
He's always been the apprehensive one when their kids got sick. She's sensible. She's nurturing. Mother's intuition is what Kensi's mom had called it. Sure, she worried when her babies got sick, but not like he did. She took control, he freaked out.
"Is she okay?"
"It's just the chickenpox. Go see her yourself. Didn't you have chickenpox as a kid?"
"Of course."
"Are you okay?"
He laughed nervously. "Most days."
"Well, that has nothing to do with the chickenpox," she smirked. "Can you please just go now?"
"She's a momma's girl. You know when she's gonna want you. I can do the laundry so you can go cuddle with…"
"Deeks!" she interrupted. "Listen to me. Go."
"No! Really! Monty needs a bath too, and I can warm up some soup for her."
"Marty Deeks, your daughter ASKED for YOU to come cuddle with her. She asked. For you. Get your ass upstairs."
His eyes opened wide and his mouth formed an 'o'. "She asked for me?"
Kensi nodded. "Yep, of course she did. You are her father, after all. She may take after me, but its not like she has a favorite parent."
He pressed a strong kiss to her lips before taking off for the stairs. Sometimes, he just needs a good reminder that he is in fact a capable and responsible parent and he has two kids and a wife who love him more than anything else.
"I love you!" she called after him, a weak smile on her face.
"I love you too!" he replied quietly, before opening the door to his baby girl's bedroom.