Chapter Ten: You'll Know You Were Loved
Okay - here is the bit you've all been waiting for and pm-ing me about, desperate to know what happens next. I was going to wait until tomorrow morning, but even evil plot bunny thought that would be too cruel for words.
So here you are - I hope it lives up to expectations.
"Daddy – make Mommy stop crying." The little boy clambered off Kensi's lap and wrapped both arms around his father's leg, staring up at him with wide blue eyes that were full of anxiety. Tearing his eyes away from Kensi's letter, and especially the fresh tear stains that marred it, he folded it in half and put it carefully in his pocket, before swinging the child up onto his hip and hugging him tightly.
"He's your absolute double," Nell said, with a slight tinge of envy in her voice. She wasn't jealous, not exactly, but sometimes it hurt. Life wasn't fair, she knew that, but did it have to be so unfair to her and Callen?
Sam looked at the little boy and grinned. "Only partly-house trained, never brushes his hair and crawls all over women, you mean? That's a bit unfair on the kid. He might grow out of it."
Kensi shrugged her shoulders. "I'm trying with the hair, believe me, but he's very strong-willed."
"Gee, I wonder where he gets that from?"
"His father. Why couldn't you just be on time, for once in your life, Marty? You should have been here." She glared at him in mock anger and then raised her face up for a kiss.
"I heard enough. I didn't want to interrupt when you were reading your letter." Marty sat down beside her and arranged their son so that he was sprawled across both their laps. "Someone here decided he needed to visit the bathroom. And then wanted to sit and chat to me while he was there. Our son has the least bashful bladder in the world. "You'll know you were loved," is a great line, by the way. Even if you stole that one too - from Lou Reed, this time."
"Get on with it." Sam pushed the last letter over towards him. "Stop prevaricating and just read the letter, Deeks."
"Are you okay with me reading this, Kensi? If I remember correctly, I got a bit personal." The last time he'd seen her this emotional was on their wedding day in Prague.
"More personal than Kensi revealing how much she loved your butt?"
"Excuse me? I'd like to make it clear I still love his butt. And his hair."
"And don't say anymore," he pleaded. "There's a pair of small ears here. And an even bigger mouth." Marty opened the letter and a broad grin spread across his face. "Okay, before I read this aloud, just remember I was feeling really stressed at the time. And Eric had this amazing grass and we'd gone down to the beach and… "
"Excuses, excuses." Sam shook his head. "You told her, didn't you? Confessed your undying love and all that."
"Do you want to read this, Sam? Or are you just jealous I got to make the big romantic gesture? Even if she never knew about it. Until now."
Kensi could feel the colour rising in her face again and it deepened as Marty read his letter for the first time in ten years. And it all came flooding back as he spoke the words. "You still make me very happy, you know." He gave her a small smile. "Funny how it all worked out, even without the letters."
Kensi just smiled at him through misty eyes.
"Mommy's going to cry again. Kiss her better, Daddy."
"I still say you should have called him Densi." Sam said. "That would have been the coolest name ever."
"I wanted to, but Kensi overruled me. And I've learned not to make her too mad." Marty looked across at her and hastily amended his last statement. "Well, not on purpose, anyway. She said he would either have to become a pro-surfer or a rock star, with a name like that. Which I didn't actually have a problem with."
"Nobody is going to elect a President called Densi Deeks, Marty. So get over it."
Callen kicked him underneath the table. "For God's sake, just kiss her Deeks. You don't have to hide it any longer. Not that you ever could, of course."
"You knew?" He looked crestfallen.
"They all knew," Kensi confirmed. "Every single one of them. How come they all knew when we didn't?"
Marty didn't care about that. All he cared about was the fact that when he closed his eyes, he still saw Kensi. And even better, when he opened them, she was right there beside him. "I want you to know this one thing," he whispered. "I love you. I want you to know that more than anything." When he'd written those words ten years ago, it was because he thought he would never get the chance to say them out loud. But now the wheel had turned full circle and everything was complete and perfect, right down to the little blond boy who lay sleeping contentedly and who definitely knew he was loved.
Slushy plot bunny is now lying on his back and kicking his legs up in the air in sheer delight.
Evil plot bunny is most miffed that nobody died.
And crack-fic bunny wants one of Eric's herbal cigarettes….
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