Epilogue

They get married a few months later.

The proposal is no big deal, it's even a bit lame. But it's them and it's just perfect.

He proposes after she ends up in the hospital, a stab wound on her abdomen. If Kensi Bly was any other woman, she would have refused, claiming he was only doing it because she could have died.

But Kensi knew he was doing it out of love, not out of dread, so a yes came tumbling from her weak lips without a second thought.

Their wedding is simple. She's wearing a light blue dress, just because it's his favorite color, and he wears black pants and a white shirt. It's not formal, because they both hate formal.

Callen and Sam are there.

Nell and Eric are there.

Hetty is there.

Monty is there.

They need no one else by their side.

Kensi calls her mother after it's done and tells her. The woman was out of her live for so long that it didn0t feel right to invite her to such an intimate event, even if they are starting to get along again.

Deeks sends Ray a text from a secure number to let him know it finally happened, years after the man predicted it.

Kensi stops taking the pill the week after.

Her hopes are not very high but he doesn't let her think about it. He says that whatever is meant to be, will eventually happen.

So they don't think about it.

But, after six months of unprotected sex, it's impossible not to think about it.

Deeks suggests they both get tested but she doesn't want to. She doesn't want a doctor telling her she can't have kids. And, by now, she's sure she can't have them.

It's hard to accept that fact but, after two months, Kensi states she wants to adopt a kid. She wants to raise someone. She wants to share their love with a little person.

Deeks accepts, without batting an eye, and they start doing everything they need to do to make it happen.

Kensi decides, right away, that she doesn't want a baby. Deep down, she hasn't given up hope on carrying a tiny baby inside of her so for now it feels weird to have a baby in her arms.

They find a kid, three months later, and it's love at first sight, as weird as that might sound.

Little Matthew is four years old and has the brightest set of green eyes they have ever seen. The woman taking care of the kids explains that he was abandoned a year ago but Kensi stops listening almost immediately.

The kid walks in her direction and wraps his tiny arms around her leg. Deeks gets down on his knees, ruffles the boy's hair and offers him a smile. The boy lets go of her leg and wraps his arms around Deeks' neck.

And it's done. They both know it then.

The adoption is a long process but, fortunately, Hetty has friends in the right places that help things go a lot smoother.

They buy a house two weeks before the adoption process is final and they can officially call Andrew their son.

When they take him home, the only furniture they have is a couch, a TV, two beds and a fridge. They tell him this is their new home and they want him to help them choose all the furniture.

Andrew is a bit shy but his face lightens up, as if he finally feels like a part of something. So, during the following week, they buy all the furniture they need for the house, always with Andrew's opinion.

Deeks goes to work after a week but Kensi still has a few days off and takes advantage of that. Andrew is still a bit shy so she doesn't want to drop him off at daycare just yet.

They decide to paint Andrew's room in a light green, his favorite color. And, when Deeks comes home that day, he hears Kensi and Andrew laughing and talking in Andy's room. He goes in and sees them both on the floor, Kensi has a small green hand painted on her forehead and Andrew has a small green dot on the tip of his nose.

The small child has his head resting on her chest and Deeks melts with the sight. He sends them both to clean up and orders them all pizza for dinner.

That night, Andrew falls asleep on the couch, nestled between his parents. And everything's finally falling into place.

Kensi goes back to work two weeks later and, by then, Andy is already at ease with them.

The day the boy turns 6 years old, Kensi feels like she has no energy.

Given her disease, this is nothing new. However, this time, it does feel sort of new.

She takes a pregnancy test, three days later. Kensi is sitting on their bathroom floor when Deeks walks in. He has no idea of what's going on but Andrew is watching his cartoons and Kensi is scarily still.

He sits by her side, asks what's wrong.

"I don't know if there's anything wrong. There might be something…right."

Deeks is confused but one look at her face and he knows what's happening. "How long has it been since you've done it?"

Kensi looks at her watch. "About ten minutes but I'm not brave enough to look…"

So he does it for her.

Seven months later, they welcome little Rachel Deeks into the world. Andrew holds his baby sister's hand as if she's the most precious thing he has in the world and Deeks knows he won't have to worry about his little girl. She has a big brother who will be by her side through everything.

The kids grow up and time goes by.

They're a family and all the trouble they went through on the beginning of their relationship is long forgotten.

Andrew is 12 when she needs surgery to remove her thyroid and she doesn't know who is the most terrified person in the room, the night before.

Deeks tries not to show it, holding up strong and only holding her tighter than usual.

Rachel is six and, even though she doesn't fully understand what's going on, she understands something's going on and she's scared.

Andrew doesn't say a word, trying to be a strong boy for his sister's benefit, but Kensi knows he's scared too.

About 15 years later, at Andrew's wedding, they laugh and dance, knowing they can handle anything life throws their way.

They've already dealt with the hard part years ago.

AN: Sorry, I know it took me a very long time to update and that you guys must hate me. I also know this chapter is not one of my best works but I was in the middle of writing this story when my own health issue took an interesting turn and I was left not knowing how to end this. As usual, I'm not going to say more than that but I will answer to your PM's and you can always use tweeter to contact me.

Again, I'm deeply sorry. But at least it's finished and has a happy ending, right? Let me know what you think…

Love,
Sarah