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Deeks/Kensi babysitting
Apr. 26th, 2013 09:27 amThey both collapse onto the couch exhausted when the kids are finally asleep.
“How do you do that?” Kensi asks.
“Do what, sweetness?” Deeks questions letting his arm come to rest around her shoulders.
“Deal with kids so well? Make them like you? I’m not being facetious I’m really curious. We are both only children from varying degrees of difficult childhoods, but you manage to win over every child you see and I just don’t understand,” Kensi says while lacing her fingers through his on her shoulder.
“Well, I just treat them like people. Ask them questions, listen to their answers. Plus I’m just really lovable, as I’m sure you’ll agree!” Deeks says kissing her cheek.
“I’m serious, Deeks!” pulling away so that he can see her mad face.
“I am too, princess. I just treat them like I treat everyone else. When I was younger and my dad was, well, my dad, I hated being talked down to and being patronized. I was dealing with a lot and I just didn’t want to be ‘handled’, y’know? After I shot my dad, the cops didn’t act like I was some stupid kid, they talked to me and to my mom and the first cop through the door didn’t even mention that I was crying. This was not their first visit to our humble abode, but they sat with my mom and me until we had calmed down and as that first cop was leaving he bent down and gave me his card and said I had done the right thing and that if I ever needed anything to give him a call.”
“Deeks, I-I,” Kensi stutters with tears in her eyes.
“I am just trying to explain why I try to do normal things with them, like trampolines and video games, we see these kids in a pretty tough time, so I just try to keep it normal. Now that we are being serious, can I ask you a question?” Deeks pulls her back against him.
“Yes,” she says uncertainly.
“Do you really not want kids? I’m not talking about soon, just are they ever going to be an option for us?” Deeks asks trying to keep the uncertainty off his face.
“When my mom left, I thought I would never want kids because I would never want them to feel the way I felt. When my dad died I knew I could never put them through that, but then Jack came along and I could maybe see having kids eventually. When he left he took my thoughts of bringing kids into this world with him. I became an agent and it was just a given that I wouldn’t become a parent.”
“Sam is a parent.”
“Can you let me finish? Thank you. Yes, Sam is a parent, but Michelle is no longer an agent. I’ve not been in a place in my life since then that I thought that giving up my career was worth it. Is that going to be a problem?” Kensi questioned trying not to think about Deeks leaving her too.
“Kens, look at me. I love you, we’ve been together for a while now and I’m not walking away. Okay?” he asks and waits for a nod before continuing, “I like kids and would really like to have some, but if that’s a dealbreaker with you, then we won’t. I know that we had less than ideal upbringings and we see some terrible things, but I think that we could make a good life for a child or maybe even two.”
“Deeks?” she looks up uncertainly.
“Babe, this is not something we have to decide tonight, or tomorrow. Let’s just keep going the way that we are going and maybe throw in some babysitting. We’ll see how it goes and make the decision together, okay?”
“Yeah, okay,” Kensi wraps her arms around him, “and Deeks, I love you, too.”
“How do you do that?” Kensi asks.
“Do what, sweetness?” Deeks questions letting his arm come to rest around her shoulders.
“Deal with kids so well? Make them like you? I’m not being facetious I’m really curious. We are both only children from varying degrees of difficult childhoods, but you manage to win over every child you see and I just don’t understand,” Kensi says while lacing her fingers through his on her shoulder.
“Well, I just treat them like people. Ask them questions, listen to their answers. Plus I’m just really lovable, as I’m sure you’ll agree!” Deeks says kissing her cheek.
“I’m serious, Deeks!” pulling away so that he can see her mad face.
“I am too, princess. I just treat them like I treat everyone else. When I was younger and my dad was, well, my dad, I hated being talked down to and being patronized. I was dealing with a lot and I just didn’t want to be ‘handled’, y’know? After I shot my dad, the cops didn’t act like I was some stupid kid, they talked to me and to my mom and the first cop through the door didn’t even mention that I was crying. This was not their first visit to our humble abode, but they sat with my mom and me until we had calmed down and as that first cop was leaving he bent down and gave me his card and said I had done the right thing and that if I ever needed anything to give him a call.”
“Deeks, I-I,” Kensi stutters with tears in her eyes.
“I am just trying to explain why I try to do normal things with them, like trampolines and video games, we see these kids in a pretty tough time, so I just try to keep it normal. Now that we are being serious, can I ask you a question?” Deeks pulls her back against him.
“Yes,” she says uncertainly.
“Do you really not want kids? I’m not talking about soon, just are they ever going to be an option for us?” Deeks asks trying to keep the uncertainty off his face.
“When my mom left, I thought I would never want kids because I would never want them to feel the way I felt. When my dad died I knew I could never put them through that, but then Jack came along and I could maybe see having kids eventually. When he left he took my thoughts of bringing kids into this world with him. I became an agent and it was just a given that I wouldn’t become a parent.”
“Sam is a parent.”
“Can you let me finish? Thank you. Yes, Sam is a parent, but Michelle is no longer an agent. I’ve not been in a place in my life since then that I thought that giving up my career was worth it. Is that going to be a problem?” Kensi questioned trying not to think about Deeks leaving her too.
“Kens, look at me. I love you, we’ve been together for a while now and I’m not walking away. Okay?” he asks and waits for a nod before continuing, “I like kids and would really like to have some, but if that’s a dealbreaker with you, then we won’t. I know that we had less than ideal upbringings and we see some terrible things, but I think that we could make a good life for a child or maybe even two.”
“Deeks?” she looks up uncertainly.
“Babe, this is not something we have to decide tonight, or tomorrow. Let’s just keep going the way that we are going and maybe throw in some babysitting. We’ll see how it goes and make the decision together, okay?”
“Yeah, okay,” Kensi wraps her arms around him, “and Deeks, I love you, too.”
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