No matter how pregnant she got, she still loved cuddling on the couch with him. He's insanely fascinated by her body, especially her pregnant belly.
Couch cuddles were a struggle when they were both normal sized adults. Obviously things got more crowded with time. If Monty tried to join into the mix, it got even worse.
To tease him, she grabbed Monty in her arms and held him close to her, giving him the hug her husband wanted. Pouting, Deeks began to scoot down on the couch, resting his head right next to her bump.
"They may be traitors, but I've still got you, right little guy?" he said, then lifting her shirt pressing his ear to her warm skin.
In response, he felt a nice thud against his head. Kensi twitched slightly.
"Damn, that's the hardest he's ever kicked me, she said, rolling her hand around the spot. Deeks looked up at her, eyes wide.
"Did that just happen? Did my son just kick me in the head?"
Kensi giggled. "Yes, yes he did. Looks like he's on our side, Monty."
Deeks looked up at her, frowning. She wrapped her fingers around a few tuffs of his hair and pulled gently. "Good thing our side is also Daddy's side."
To that, all Deeks could do was smile.