Prompt: Could you do something where Mama Deeks finds out about Baby Densi and gets all emotional and tells Deeks what a good dad he'll be?
"And so I just told Ary that I'm not the kind of woman who has time to wait around while he figures out what he wants," Roberta said as Deeks placed an opened beer in front of her on the patio table. Then he went to join Kensi at the other side of the table. "I've got things to with life that don't involve dropping everything when that man remembers I exist."
"I thought you went out on a date with him last week," Deeks commented dryly. He'd decided that it was best to ignore whatever went on between Arkady Kolcheck and his mom for the sake of his own sanity.
"It was dinner at his place, and we were just catching up." She paused a beat, straightening a glittering bracelet circling her left wrist. "Now, if he wants to give me family heirlooms to make up for leaving me hanging for months, and not even attempting to get in touch when I got back in town, that's his own business."
"That's probably stolen," Kensi predicted to Deeks in an aside.
"Oh, definitely," he agreed.
They chatted for a few more minutes while they finished their dinner. After Deeks cleared their plates, replacing Roberta's beer with a new one, and handing Kensi a Sprite.
"So," he began, rubbing his hands over his thighs as he shared a nervous look. "We have something to tell you."
"Oh, here it comes. Alright, who's dying?" Roberta asked with a resigned air.
"What?" Deeks said in shock, shaking his head. "Why would you say that?"
"You invited me over here for dinner, you made my favorite meal." She indicated herself and the table, continuing to list off points. "You're both dressed up, and you're all antsy as all hell. Clearly, you're waiting to break some bad news."
Resting a calming hand on Deeks' shoulder, Kensi turned to face Roberta. "Roberta, no one is sick or dying," she assured her.
"We actually have good news for a change," Deeks said. With an anticipatory sigh, he retrieved a box from underneath the loveseat. "Actually, we thought this was the best way to tell you."
Roberta took the box reluctantly, eyeing them suspiciously as she tugged the ribbon on top free. "Now, if a trick snake pops out of this, I'm not—" she broke off, speechless for a second, lifting out a tiny light blue onesie" "Grandma loves me," she whispered, shaking her head slightly, fixing them with a look of disbelief.
"Yeah, I'm pregnant," Kensi confirmed, reaching across the table to squeeze Roberta's hand as it started to tremble.
"Um, that's not all." Deeks jutted his chin towards the box.
She pulled out a second identical onesie. "Oh my god, twins!" Her shut was loud enough to carry over several house, and both Kensi and Deeks grinned. "Oh, get over here, kiddo," Roberta said, rounding the table to hug them, the two onesies still clutched in one hand.
"Congratulations, you two. You know I never stopped rooting for you."
"I know. Thanks, mama," Deeks murmured, pressing a kiss to her cheek.
"Thank you, Roberta. We're really happy too."
Roberta gave Deeks an extra hug, smoothing her hands over his cheeks. He expected to see delight, but instead he saw melancholy in her eyes.
"Mom, are you ok?"
She drew back, avoiding their gaze while she found her seat again. Kensi looked just as confused as he felt.
"You know, when you were a little boy, I was always wished that I could give you a better life," she began softly. This was a version of Roberta that people rarely saw; the softer, more vulnerable, less more open. "I worried about how it would affect the man you would become someday." She paused and smoothed her hands over the onesies on her lap, freeing a few wrinkles from the fabric. "I worried I hadn't done enough. I worried that you'd never find the happiness I wanted for you."
"Mama…" Deeks said, shattered by the ache in her voice. Kensi took his hand; he heard her sniff quietly.
"But you proved me wrong in all of it. I don't say it enough, but you've made me so," she swallowed thickly. "So proud. You're strong, and kind, and intelligent, and the biggest protector. Always were. And maybe more stubborn than even me when it comes to doing the right thing. Somehow, you defied all the odds and came out the other side despite all my mistakes."
"Hey, Mom, I've said before, none of that was your fault," he said, needing her to believe him. He couldn't let this guilt, his dad's actions continue to bleed into their lives. "I wouldn't be here if it wasn't for you. You did good. Ok?"
Roberta nodded again, not resisting when Deeks crouched in front of her, and embraced her again.
"These babies are going to be damn lucky to have you. Just like Rosa is, because you're one hell of a dad," she said through tears. She reached over to take Kensi's hand as she gripped Deeks' shoulder.
A/N: I wanted to delve into the more emotional and angsty aspects, but also wanted it to be a happy moment as well. I hope I conveyed that.