He woke up to a warm kiss on his cheek. "Happy birthday," she whispered sweetly.
"Thank you, Fern," he said with a lazy smile.
"He's awake, Max!" she called. Deeks laughed. This was what was going on. A four year old Max ran into the room and dove onto the bed.
"Daddy!" He shouted, hugging his father's wide chest. "Happy birthday!"
"Thank you, Maxwell," Deeks smiled.
"I drew you a picture, and Mommy and I made cards, and we bakeded a cake!"
"You bakeded a cake, huh?" he laughed, using his son's English.
"Yes, we should eat it NOW!"
"Cake for breakfast? Well, it IS my birthday." He rolled over, tickling Max thoroughly before grabbing a shirt and slipping it over his head.
Max and Kensi were downstairs. He smiled, seeing them place the cake on the table with his drawling and their cards.
Kensi waddled, very pregnant, over to the table and settled in a chair at the end of the table. Max hopped up on her lap, giggling because he barely fit there with her bump in the way. When Deeks came and sat down, Max switched to his lap, more comfortably.
Listening to his little son sing happy birthday to him with Kensi's sweet notes in the background made his heart melt.
"The baby made you a card too! I helped her though, because I'm not sure if she's got fingers yet…"
He threw his head back, and clinged to his baby boy. He never felt more loved than on days like this. He felt loved and like he was needed and it was the most amazing experience.
As he settled in bed with his wife after an amazing birthday, he pressed kisses to her belly, whispering "I love yous" to Kensi and his unborn daughter.
"Today was perfect," he said. "I love Max so much. And I love her too, and we should totally have like 8 more."
"Have you lost your damn mind?"
With a smirk, he said "Nah. Just a wishful thinker. Thank you, for everything today."
"You're welcome. Anything. I love you so much."
"I love you too."