A/N: This was the third story I wrote, showing a possible future for Kensi and Deeks prior to the series finale. I dedicate this story to all my friends, everyone who has supported my writing over the years, and for all Kensi, Deeks, and Densi loving fans.
This story is to honor the characters I've come to cherish and give them the best sendoff I can think of.
"Oh my god, baby," Kensi gasped, clutching Deeks' head against her, fingers anchored in his hair as he gently sucked the soft spot beneath her jaw. He increased the pressure suddenly and Kensi rocked forward, squeezing her legs tightly around his hips at the same time as he thrust upward.
She made a high-pitched noise in response, little tremors starting in her stomach. Deeks grinned into her neck, his own breath ragged, skin slick as he moved in rhythm with her.
"Kensi, look at me," he said, tipping her chin up to meet his so they were pressed forehead to forehead. Her lips brushed against his with every breath, her hardened nipples pressed against his chest, and as they stared into one another's eyes, Kensi's breath caught, her entire body quivering, and clenching around Deeks. He gasped with her, hips thrusting a few more times before he joined her.
Kensi collapsed into Deeks, waves of pleasure still rolling through her. She blindly searched for Deeks' hands, a little lightheaded, and twined their fingers together. Deeks' other hand settled on the base of her spine.
"Wow," Kensi whispered hoarsely, laughing breathlessly as she dropped her head onto Deeks' damp shoulder.
"Yeah. Not sure I can move."
"Then I think we did it right." She gave his collar bone a clumsy kiss. Moving carefully, Deeks laid down, somehow still keeping Kensi cradled to his chest.
"I'm starving," Kensi said few minutes later.
"Well, somebody was pretty eager to get to the festivities," Deeks teased.
"Um, I didn't hear you complaining."
"Oh no, zero complaints. But I did plan on sushi before you derailed our plans with the extremely enticing words, "I need my sex machine"."
Kensi groaned, having absolutely no defense, and they both knew it. She let her forehead fall onto his shoulder again with a light thump.
"Look, you know how I feel about those pants on you. It's like you were teasing me all day," she defended herself.
"And based on the number of times you explored the contents of said pants today, you didn't seem to mind. But that's ok, I can wear my cargo pants tomorrow."
Kensi lifted her head off his shoulder, mildly alarmed by the suggestion. "Don't you dare."
"Uh-huh, that's what I thought."
Grinning, Deeks rolled Kensi onto her back, sliding his palms up her sides. Kensi pulled his head down to her mouth, just as her stomach growled loudly.
"Right, food," he said, sitting up with a sigh. "I guess we better get dressed."
"Or…" Kensi walked her fingers up his chest. "You could DoorDash," she suggested innocently.
"I like the way you think Mrs. Deeks. Maki rolls and miso to go," Deeks said, leaning over to grab his phone.
"Best husband ever. Ooh, and don't forget the spring rolls and seaweed salad!"
He put in their order, tossed his phone to the side, and rolled back to face Kensi. "It's going to be about 45 minutes."
"I think I know the perfect thing to pass the time," Kensi said, welcoming him back into her arms.
9 Weeks Later
Kensi submitted her after case report, closing her laptop with a sigh of relief. Five o'clock could not come soon enough. Usually, she didn't start feeling the drag of early mornings and long days until mid-week, but today she'd woken up exhausted.
"Hey, I was thinking I could get sushi tonight," Deeks said, leaning over Kensi's desk. The word sushi had taken on a knew connotation for them recently, and Kensi felt a hint of desire even though she was sure Deeks hadn't intended it that way.
"Oh baby, I'd love to, but I'm so tired. I just want to go home and sleep," she said, yawning at the mention of sleep. She thought about chugging the rest of her coffee, but the idea turned her stomach.
"Still?" Deeks' playfulness turned to concern as he reached out to cup her cheek, brows furrowing. "You've felt off for the last two weeks. Maybe you should go to the minute clinic and get checked out."
Kensi groaned, not wanting to put in the effort or time required for any kind of medical visit. Yet, she also knew Deeks was right, and he wouldn't relax until she did.
"Ok, I'll go tomorrow morning. You can break the news to Kilbride."
"Gee, thanks." He made a face, dropping a kiss on her temple. "Alright, I'll make you some nice soothing chicken soup.
"Mm, with chipotle sauce. And dumplings," Kensi added, eliciting another face from Deeks.
"With a side of tums."
"Ooh, or a frittata with extra cheese, broccoli, and paprika."
"Not exactly what I'd call comforting, but whatever my Ladybird desires," Deeks agreed, tugging her into his side.
Kensi woke up the next morning to an empty bed and the sun shining through the curtains. Rolling onto her side, she found a folded piece of note paper on Deeks' pillow. She opened it, smiling at Deeks' familiar handwriting.
"Kensalina, my moon and my stars,
Breakfast is in the toaster, Rosa's at school, don't forget your appointment is at 9.
Love,
Your charming and adorable husband.
P.S. Kilbride says get better fast or else."
Kensi rolled back onto her pillow, rubbing her hands over her face. By the time she and Deeks got home last night, she'd been so tired she'd fallen asleep before dinner. Thank god Deeks had been shouldering all the slack, because she'd really been dragging the last couple of weeks.
She pushed up on her elbows, wincing when her stomach cramped unpleasantly. Great, just what she needed on top of a virus. Dragging herself into the bathroom, she opened the small cabinet under the sink, grabbing a box of tampons.
Last month she'd luckily, or unluckily depending on how you looked at it, missed her cycle altogether. As the thought ran through her head, Kensi's eye landed on a smaller box of pregnancy tests tucked almost in the corner. She froze, a dozen little details clicking into place all at once.
"Don't be crazy, Kensi," she muttered to herself, even as her recent exhaustion, unusual food preferences, and random bouts of queasiness made sense.
Shoving the box to the back of the cabinet, Kensi stood and jerkily yanked off her clothes, heading for the shower. She'd been here before; every time she'd convinced herself that she was finally pregnant, the tests were negative. She wasn't going to put herself, or Deeks, through that turmoil again.
Her shower was far less enjoyable than she'd anticipated. Her thoughts kept circling, a constant debate between what she wanted and what a half dozen doctors had confirmed would require wishing on a star, magic beans, and an act of God. She could not get pregnant. That was simply a fact and no amount of stress or mild viruses could change that.
She climbed out of the shower, eyes drawn to the bathroom cabinet again despite her best efforts. Muttering at herself, Kensi hurried into the bedroom, pulling out clothes and tossing them on the bed. She dressed mechanically, putting her t-shirt on without thinking and giving a perfunctory glance in the mirror.
After that, she headed into the kitchen and filled a tumbler with coffee from the fresh pot Deeks had left warming, adding some cream. The breakfast Deeks had promised consisted of eggs, bacon, and toast, but she couldn't even think of eating right now. She scooped it all into a Pyrex container, more for the distraction than because she planned to eat it later, and then wiped down the counters—which were already fairly spotless thanks to Deeks' cleaning obsession.
That left her with a whole half hour before she needed to leave for her appointment. It wasn't enough time for a workout and she didn't really feel like it anyway. So, she headed back into the living room, straightening the already neat throw pillows (damn, why did Deeks have to be such a wonderful neat freak?), gathered a few of Rosa's abandoned school supplies into a pile, and reorganized their dishes into an arrangement that was neither particularly useful or aesthetically pleasing.
"Damn it," she sighed again when she checked her watch and only ten minutes had passed.
This was ridiculous. She might as well confirm what she already knew so she could stop obsessing over it. Stalking back to the bathroom, Kensi grabbed the box of pregnancy tests, setting them on the counter with a smack, and tore open one of the little foil packets.
A few minutes later, she sat on the closed toilet, foot tapping relentlessly on a tile, eyes glued to the strip carefully placed on a piece of paper towel while she waited for her phone alarm to countdown from ten minutes. She'd forgotten how absolutely anxiety-inducing the entire process was.
What was she thinking? It was beyond stupid to put herself through this again. Thank god Deeks had already left. She couldn't imagine getting his hopes up again. Or worse, seeing his lack of hope.
Watching his optimism slowly disappear with each successive negative test, each fertility appointment with sympathetic doctors, and more aggressive treatment, had been almost more agonizing than her own pain.
The sharp chime of her alarm startled her out of her musings, and she jerked, fumbling a little as she rushed to silence the noise even though no one else was around to hear it.
Shifting forward, she picked up the strip, then froze. Kensi stared at two fully red lines, vibrant stripes of color on white, not quite processing them. She ran her fingers over the spot, as if the evidence might be a figment of her imagination. "Oh," she whispered. "Oh."
Then she dumped out the rest of the box, grabbing two more strips. Another ten minutes later, she held them both in shaking hands, staring down at the pair of equally vivid red lines.
Pressing her free hand over her mouth, she sank to the floor, back against the wall, tears of joy and shock leaking down her cheeks.
Laughing a little hysterically, Kensi grabbed her phone, and found the number to the minute clinic.
"Hi, I need to cancel my appointment."
Kensi was positively giddy as she led Deeks into the house, a sleep mask obscuring his vision. All she'd told him was that he couldn't come home from his surfing group until 5. When he arrived, she greeted him at the door with the aforementioned sleep mask and a mysterious smile while she blocked his view to inside the house."
Despite his curiosity, Deeks didn't object, letting Kensi lead him by the hand.
"This is certainly an intriguing addition to date night. I didn't realize we were going kinky. I would have worn my leather pants," he drawled, grinning down in Kensi's general direction.
"I can't promise kinky, but I do think you'll be surprised," Kensi commented, still sounding unreasonably upbeat. She leaned closer, lips brushing the shell of his ear. "And you know I become unhinged when you wear those pants." Then she slipped the mask off with a flourish.
Deeks blinked a couple times, the room darker than he'd expected. All the curtains had been drawn, giving the illusion of late evening. The furniture had been moved from the living room, their dining table and chairs now placed in the center of the room, and topped with the best dishes they owned and tapered candles which created a warm glow.
His mouth dropped open slightly as he turned back towards Kensi. "You did all this?"
Kensi shrugged, seeming pleased by his reaction. "I may or may not have had a little help. I think homemade gnocchi is a little outside my current cooking skill set. Sorry."
"No, this is amazing, baby," Deeks said, drawing her in for a hug. "I'm just curious about the occasion."
"What, I can't spoil my husband?" Kensi teased. She brushed a curl put of his eye, looking up at him fondly, and something else he couldn't quite read. "Here, come sit down." She pulled out one of the chairs at the table, retrieving something from next to her place setting while he sat.
Kneeling in front of Deeks, Kensi held out a narrow box and an envelope.
"Ok, now I'm confused and a little concerned. Are you firing me?" Deeks joked, truly nervous, though he couldn't say exactly why.
"No." Kensi shook her head. "Open them." She nudged the box towards his right hand and he took it hesitantly. He lifted the lid, revealing a cushion of blue tissue paper inside. Shifting it to the side, he frowned at the contents, then inhaled slightly, fingers stuttering over two strips.
"Kensi, is this—these look like pregnancy tests." His voice broke on the last word and he had to clear his throat. He looked up, unable to conceal his confusion, hope, and disbelief.
"Yes, I'm pregnant," she confirmed, laughing wetly as Deeks shook his head slowly, silent in his shock. "Baby?"
He didn't say anything, just pulled Kensi into his arms and held her as tightly as he could, moisture filling his eyes. She wrapped her arms around his back, holding him just as fiercely. Turning his head, he captured her mouth in a desperate kiss.
"I can't believe this," he finally managed.
"I couldn't either, but I've got about a dozen of these things that say otherwise." Kensi held up one of the tests, with its two red stripes.
God, he remembered the hundreds of times when they'd prayed and begged for a positive test, only for it be negative.
Deeks closed his hand around Kensi's, tucking it close to his chest. She cupped his cheek with her other hand, that same delight, tinged with disbelief, in her eyes.
"How?" was all he managed.
"I mean, I think it was probably a product of date night number two." She winked suggestively. "Um, but the other day when I was supposed to go to the doctor, I found the tests, and I decided to take one. I thought I was being completely ridiculous, but once I thought about it, I couldn't get it out of my mind. And then when the first one was positive, I had to take about five more. Every single one was positive."
"You told me you got a clean pass at the doctor," Deeks said, too elated to be upset by the mild deceit.
"I know, I'm sorry. I wanted to tell you right away, but I had a few things I needed to do first," Kensi apologized.
"Like planning an extravagant dinner?"
"That and, this." Kensi nudged him gently, offering the envelope again. "You should probably open it too."
Wiping at his eyes, he slit the envelope open, removing a single sheet of paper. He squinted at the small font.
"Dear Admiral Kilbride,
Please accept this letter as my official—"
Deeks broke off again, looking up with even wider eyes than before.
"Kens, this sounds like a resignation letter," he whispered hoarsely.
"It is." She laughed again, this time the sound full of joy. "I'm ready."
"You're sure? This is a huge decision. And with the—the baby. God, I can't believe I just said that out loud. It's a lot of changes."
"I am," Kensi said, and for once she didn't hesitate in the least or sound discontent. She cupped his cheeks, eyes soft again. "This has been coming for a really long time. This," she pressed her hand over her stomach. "was the final push I needed." She kissed him lightly. "I have everything I want and need." Pausing for a second, she brushed her thumb across his chin, nail gently scratching the short hairs there.
"What do you think?"
"I think…that this is amazing, and unbelievable, and yes, yes, let's do this. Let's resign and have a baby and all the amazing, terrifying, beautiful things that come with it," he rambled in his giddiness. They kissed again, Kensi clinging to his neck.
"I'm so happy," she whispered in his ear.
"Hey, are you ok? You're looking a little…grayish," Deeks said, watching as Kensi paced from one side of the living room to the other.
"I'm fine." She did another lap. "No, I'm not." Tossing her head back, she groaned, rolling her shoulders. "I feel so bad about telling Rosa."
Coming up behind her, Deeks gently guided her back against his chest, and started kneading the base of her spine.
"Baby, it is going to be alright. Rosa is an amazing young woman. She's not going to be angry.
"Yeah, I know she's great at rolling with the punches, but this is different," Kensi stressed. "She didn't sign up for a newborn sibling waking her up in the middle of the night or hourly diaper changes. What if it's too much? You know she's not the type of kid to scream and shout and make a big scene. I'm afraid she'll try to hide how she feels."
"Then we'll make sure Rosa knows that while a lot of things are changing, how much we love her isn't," Deeks told Kensi, reiterating the conversation they'd had multiple times in the last three days. "We'll check in with her too to make sure nothing's changed. Make sure to spend extra time with her when we can."
This certainly wasn't a concern they'd ever imagined having when they decided to adopt Rosa. While he would never, ever change any of this, it did complicate their lives just a little bit.
"No, you're right, I'm overthinking things." She took a deep breath with her eyes closed, posture reminiscent of a yoga pose. "Ok, let's do this."
Together they walked over to Rosa's room. Her door was open, Rosa perched on her neatly made bed, head bent over a pad of drawing paper. Deeks rapped on the door jamb and she looked up with a smile, gesturing for them to come in.
"Hey, you got a minute?" he asked.
"Sure! I was just practicing one of the new techniques I learned in art class." She held up the outline of a figure sitting on a bench.
"That's looking great!"
"Thanks. I still need a lot of practice, but it's getting easier. So, what's up?"
"Rosa, there's something we wanted to tell you," Kensi began.
"Is it something bad?" she asked with slight wariness. "There's not another rogue detective in the house is there?"
"No, nothing like that," Deeks assured her. "It's something we're very excited about." He gave Kensi an encouraging glance, automatically reaching to hold her hand, to provide support.
"We're pregnant," Kensi shared cautiously, barely pausing as Rosa's eyes widened.
"I thought you couldn't get pregnant," she said in confusion.
"That's what we thought," Deeks told her, sharing a look of consternation with Kensi. "Look, I know this isn't what you expec—"
Rosa threw her arms around them both, her head ending up sandwiched between his and Kensi's.
"I'm so happy!" she exclaimed, giving Kensi her own hug before switching to Deeks.
"You're not upset?"
"Of course not. I know how much you and Deeks wanted a baby." She smiled shyly. "And I always wanted a sibling."
1 Year Later
Deeks walked along a tree-lined path, pushing a two-seater stroller in front of him. Ahead, Kensi and Rosa were finishing getting breakfast from a small food truck. It was a perfectly sunny weekend, lots of other families running around the part, enjoying the warmth.
He heard a cooing sound from stroller, and pulled the top cover back, peering down at the two babies laying inside, one with wispy blonde curls and the other with hair a few shades darker.
"Hi Sophia!" Deeks said cheerfully to the tiny blonde. She responded by tilting her head back, eyes widening with delight.
"Gah," she called out, pointing imperiously at him. Her brother, Caleb, watched, but seemed content to chew on the front of his shirt.
"Oh, does daddy's little girl need to be picked up?" he asked, grinning down at her. Sophia blew a raspberry, which he took as a yes. Moving around to the front, he unlatched her safety belt, and scooped her up into one arm. "What about you, Mr. Caleb? You need a little snuggle too?"
Caleb kicked his legs excitedly, giving a gummy grin as Deeks picked him up too. Cradling a baby in each arm, he swayed while humming "For Baby" softly to them.
The twins had come a few weeks early, small, but perfectly healthy and beautiful. To say that Kensi and Deeks were stunned that they were adding not one, but two little Deeks-Blyes into the family was a massive understatement.
Still, they wouldn't change any of it for the world. Neither would their many bonus aunts, uncles, and grandparents, who spoiled them outrageously.
"We have returned with bagels!" Kensi announced, drawing Deeks' attention from the babies. She carried a large paper bag while Rosa held a carrier filled with coffees.
Kensi immediately set the bag on top of the stroller, reaching for Sophia and Rosa took Caleb.
"Mama missed you," he heard Kensi say, carefully lowering Sophia into a controlled dip that had the baby giggling uncontrollably.
Now relieved of babies, Deeks began examining the bagel selection. He found a bacon and cheese with avocado which he put aside for Kensi, a cream cheese on onion, and finally a chorizo, egg, and cheese.
"No, Caleb," Rosa protested holding one arm in the air as he made a desperate grab for her iced coffee. "El cafe no es para bebes. And you can smile at me all you what, I won't change my mind."
"Trade me?" Deeks asked, offering Rosa her sandwich in exchange for Caleb. She considered it for a second, side-eyeing Caleb, who was gumming a round little fist.
"Fine," she conceded. "But don't think that means you get him indefinitely.
"Wouldn't dream of it." Settling Caleb against his chest again, he sighed contentedly, smiling at Kensi.
"What?" she asked around a massive bite of sandwich.
"Nothing, I'm just happy," he replied.
"Mm, me too." She leaned over, pecking him on the lips, then thumbed away a speck of cream cheese from his cheek.
"Don't worry," Rosa said to Caleb in a confidential tone. "They've always been like this. It gets easier to accept with time."
"And I wouldn't change a thing," Kensi whispered, stretching up to kiss him more thoroughly.
"Love you, Fern."
A/N: I hope this story felt complete and satisfying to you all.
As always, I had to include a little John Denver with my reference to his song "For Baby (For Bobbie).