A/N: A sequel to yesterday's story, as suggested by mashmaiden.

When Kensi didn't return to the bullpen for over half an hour, Callen began to look a little worried. Deeks was fairly certain than Kensi wouldn't do anything outrageous to Callen, but she might make his life somewhat unpleasant for the next few days.

After another ten minutes, Callen muttered something about needing to make a call and hastily left the room. As he went down the hall, Deeks was sure he heard him mention something about flowers.

Shaking his head, Deeks jiggled his mousepad to wake his computer back up and tried to remember what he'd been working on.

"You know, I can help you out with this stuff," Sam offered into the silence and Deeks glanced over at him with a frown. "The baby stuff," he clarified.

"Somehow I think we have that part covered," Deeks replied sardonically.

"I don't mean like that, smart ass. I'm talking about diapering, feeding stuff." Sam shook his, but couldn't quite hide a smirk.

"You want to show me how to put a diaper on a baby?"

"Well want might not be the right word, but I've certainly got lots of practice after two kids. Plus, I remember what it was like being a guy and trying to navigate all the baby books and classes," Sam explained with a knowing look.

Deeks couldn't help but feel a little touched. He did feel a little, make that a lot, overwhelmed with everything he was supposed to know in the next month.

"That would actually be really nice," he said after a minute of consideration and gave Sam a grateful smile.

"Good. When do you want to start?"

"Well, it can't be anywhere Kensi will find us. She'd freak if she thought I was going to beat her time," Deeks said seriously. Surprisingly, Sam nodded as though it made perfect sense.

"Ok, let me know a time that works for you and I'll be there," he said.

"No, no you want it a little tighter," Sam coached, brushing Deeks' hands aside and demonstrating what he meant.

"You just said it was too tight," Deeks protested in frustration.

They'd decided to meet at the mission, early in the morning before anyone came in. Deeks had told Kensi he was going to work out which she seemed to accept willingly enough. Of course, she'd also been half asleep so he wasn't sure how much she actually heard.

Now after half an hour of 'practice' Deeks' hair was fluffed out from repeated ruffling and he was beginning to regret accepting Sam's help. If this was how Kensi felt after practicing, then the manic look in her eyes made a lot of sense.

"That's because you made it too tight," Sam explained patiently. "You want to make sure it's secure but not cutting off the kid's circulation."

"Oh my god, why am I so terrible at this?" Deeks groaned dramatically, tossing a handful of wipes onto the bench they'd been using as a changing center. There were about 20 diapers, cloth and disposable, pins, powders and wipes spread across the entire surface.

Sam patted his shoulder reassuringly.

"Ok, calm down, Deeks. You're not that bad. And in any case, we've got at least a couple more weeks before you actually have to do this."

"And what if I don't? If I can't even figure out how to put a diaper on, what else am I going to get wrong?" Deeks sank onto the bench with a sigh and shoved both hands through his hair again. This practice session was supposed to make him feel better about his parenting skills and instead it only make him feel more inept.

"Deeks, all parents feel like that. It's only natural," Sam said. When Deeks didn't respond, he grasped his shoulders and looked him directly in the eye. "And I happen to know you're going to be a great father."

"You can't possibly know that."

"I do. And I'll tell you how. Every time you pick up that baby, you hold it like it's the most precious thing in the world. Just like Kensi does. That alone tells me you two are going to great at this, even if you have a few stumbles along the way."

"Thanks, Sam," he muttered.

"No problem," Sam replied with an easy shrug. "Now are you ready to try this again? I figure we got about 20 minutes before Callen comes in."

Deeks stood up with a sigh and straightened the baby, undoing the tabs. This time he was sure to leave enough room that he could slip his finger in the waistband, per Sam's instructions. When they were both looking down at the neatly diapered baby with satisfied expressions he asked,

"Hey, uh, you're not going to tell anyone that I freaked out over changing a diaper, right?" Sam laughed and shook his head.

"Nah, I wouldn't do that to you. I mean, not unless you really annoy me or something." Patting Deeks on the shoulder again, he added, "Next time we'll tackle burping."

"Awesome," Deeks groaned.