"This room is the wrong shade of blue."

To say that she was pissed was an understatement.

The house was absolutely gorgeous. Perfect, really. Fit all of their needs. Close to work, close to the beach. A quiet neighborhood, and a relatively safe one too. Three bedrooms, perfect for the kids they'll inevitably have. She's already five months pregnant with their first, and she's really anxious about finding their perfect place before the baby comes. She doesn't want to be stuck up in his apartment for the baby's first days. There was literally no reason not to love this house.

Yet he didn't like it. "This room is the wrong shade of blue."

She was mad. Mad mad mad. There's this thing called paint, and she didn't even mind that the room that would become their baby's was a light shade of blue. They could repaint later, or he could do it now, or whatever. That wasn't a big deal.

She started to over think it all. What if the paint wasn't the problem. What if it was… her? The idea of them buying a house together, what if that scared him? What if he was afraid he couldn't handle being a father?

What if that was the problem?

She tried to think it through. It's Deeks. He loves her. They're already pregnant. Most likely, if he was going to take off, he would have left by now. Plus, that's not how he is with her. They have trust. She knows he wouldn't do that to her.

But he could very well not want to buy a house with her. That could be why he's saying dumb stuff like "this is the wrong shade of blue."

Like what did that even mean?

With her conclusion in her mind, she knew she needed to confront him about it.

"Why don't you want to buy a house with me?" sounded demanding and needy, but she needed to know. She needed him to tell her why.

His eyes got real wide. "What are you talking about?"

"I'm talking about how you don't want to buy a house with me. How we found the perfect place, and you didn't like it because it has one room 'in the wrong shade of blue'," she said, using air quotes.

He shook his head. "Kensi, you misunderstood me. Dammit. Kensi, I didn't mean for you to take it that way at all."

"Are we going back to 2013 here, Deeks? Where we can't communicate? I thought we were over that! I'm five months pregnant, I thought that meant something for us?"

"That means EVERYTHING for us, baby girl." he said, pulling her into his arms. He reached into his back pocket and pulled out a little onesie, but didn't show her. He held it behind his back.

"At your last appointment, remember how they said they weren't able to determine the gender of the baby yet, but they'd have one of the other doctors take a look and they'd give us a call if that changed?"

She nodded.

He pulled the little pink onesie in front of her. "They called this morning. It's a girl."

She threw her arms around him, but he tried to keep talking. "The room is the wrong shade of blue. If pink is a shade of blue that is…"

Kensi shook her head. "Shut up and kiss me."

"Yes, mam."

He kissed her, and then twirled her around the little blue room. "I love this house. It's perfect. I'm sorry."

"Don't be. Let's go buy a house."

"And tell everyone we're having a girl?"

"And tell everyone we're having a girl."

"Your Mom first?"

"Of course."