She's been on a three day undercover op. Is it that long? No, she's done longer. But it sucks, because three days away from her husband and her son is too much for this new mommy.
Max is a little over seven months old. He's absolutely precious in every single way! Trying to sleep in the cover house was terrible. She lay awake, waiting for little cries or coos from the baby monitor that didn't sit on her bedside table. She lay there thinking about her husband's strong arms and how they weren't holding her close.
And she imagined him just a few miles away, rocking Max in those pretty arms. And that thought lulled her to sleep those nights.
But now, she's pulling the SRX into the driveway. It's a little bit after 8:30. She only sees one dim light on in the living room, and its obviously just a lamp. Quietly, she unlocks the kitchen door and slips in. She kicks her shoes off in the closet. The whole house is quiet, and clean too. The only things on the living room floor are a baby blanket, a stuffed elephant, and the diaper bag.
Monty greets her, wagging his tail. The pup takes off up the stairs. She follows him, and watches him hop up on their bed. She wants to demand he get down, but before she makes any noise, she hears it.
His sweet voice echos through the room, with little splashes as the backdrop.
She steps into the room and peeks through the bathroom door. Max is sitting in the sink, and Deeks is giving him a bath. There are bubbles floating through the air and the baby is smiling, but not quite as much as Deeks. Max's blond curls are flat against his head, and Deeks' shirt has big wet splotches.
Max reaches out to push the faucet on, but Deeks is on top of it. "What do you think you're doing?" Max smiles as he splashes water on his father again, and Deeks lets out a hearty laugh.
"Alright. Let's get you dried off. Mommy will be home soon, she'll want cuddles."
Kensi pulls away from the door, running back into the hall. She peeks back into her bedroom as Deeks' carries Maxwell out onto the bed, wrapped up in a towel. He shoos Monty off of the bed, and the pup runs out toward Kensi.
"Diaper, diaper!" Deeks called unwrapping his son and putting the diaper in place. "Not gonna get me like you did last time, little man."
She giggles, and suddenly, she hears a loud yap, and looks down to see Monty barking right at her. She tries to shush him, but with no use.
She looks up and sees her husband and sweet son right in front of her. Maxwell's eyes light up as he reached out for her, towel still draped around her.
"How long have you been standing here?"
"Long enough," she stated.
"How dare you," he said. "I should have kissed you the moment you got back."
She blushed. "You were a little preoccupied." He handed Max over to her, and the little one giggled as he wrapped his chubby arms around her neck.
"He missed you," Deeks said softly. "I did too."
"I'm home now," she said with a smile.
"Believe me," he said, finally kissing her temple. "We're the happiest boys in the world."