**Hi everyone! Sorry it took soooo long to update. I've had school to focus on and some MAJOR life trouble. Don't worry, I'm fine although myself and my family are overloaded with stress and drama. Anyway, I will probably write 1 more chapter after this one and then a next story, another after that and one more. The next one will be called Federal Wedding then Three Of A Kind, Or Not? and the one after that will be called Family Of Feds. Who knows, it might not even be that many fics!

Disclaimer: I do not own NCIS: LA, Dora The Explorer, Bear in The Big Blue House, Bubble Guppies or Go Diego, Go!

Warning: There is minor bad words and mentioning of alchol in this chapter.

Do not read if: you don't like NCIS: LA, fluff, Kensi & Deeks, Kensi and Deeks fluff, my writing, me in general, babies, the team, etc.

And now ending this super-duper-y long authors note...

I hope you like it!

SKW**

S&C&S's POV:

"What time is it?", frowned Sam. "I know you can run on next-to-nothing when it comes to sleep, but unfortunately I'm not Superman."

"12:00AM", replied Callen, glancing at the baby-monitor as he heard a sharp in-take of breath. As the breathing evened out, he relaxed and gave Sam a look. "I'm not Superman."

"Mmm hmm", said Sam. "Whatever helps you sleep at night. Or should I say, not sleep?"

Callen just grinned widely and glanced outside as he heard a car pull up. He nodded to Sam and they grabbed their guns. They both stood on different sides of the door and Callen quickly looking out the glass to reveal a quite-literally glowing Kensi and a widely grinning Deeks. They put their guns away and plopped back down on the couch.

"Judging by the big fat grin on Deeks' face and the fact the Kensi's face couldn't be anymore radiant, I'd say she said yes", said Sam.

"Yeah, no kidding", Callen snorted before becoming serious. "But they make each other happy and they're good for each other so I'm happy for them."

"Me too", agreed Sam before changing the subject. "I'm going to say see-ya to Sophie."

Callen nodded and they walked quietly into Kensi's room, were Sophie slept. Sam checked the window, closed the blinds and turned the heat on a little higher. Sophie shifted in her sleep and shivered. Callen grabbed an extra blanket and tucked Sophie in before leaning in and giving a feather-light kiss to her soft, round baby cheek and walking out of the room to the living room. Stopping, he glanced into Sophie's room, which was under construction. The walls were half-painted and all of her stuff was shoved in Kensi's room. Meanwhile, Sam had just given his farwell-until-tomorrow to Sophie and he walked out quietly and closed the door with a gentle click. Silently, the two partners picked up their empty beer bottles (one each) and straightened a few pillows and magazines. They picked their guns up and tucked them in their pockets before exchanging slight smiles and walking outside. Kensi greeted them with a grin and flashed her ring with joy.

"He proposed!", she bounced, clapping lightly.

"We knew", said Sam, exchanging an amused look with Callen.

"You knew?", Kensi said in bewilderment.

"Yeah, Deeks asked all of us -Eric, Callen, Hetty, Nell and I- to come to lunch and then he asked us permission to marry you", said Sam. "We had to give our blessing otherwise you'd probably kill us."

"Damn straight", said Kensi, her eyes twinkling. "What'd you all think of the idea?"

"Eric was cool with it, Hetty looked fairly happy and we're both really glad for you", said Callen.

"You left out Nell", Kensi pointed out.

"I was saving the best for last", Callen said. "You should probably make her the wedding planner. She was pyched."

Kensi glanced at her watch and her eyes widened. It was very late. Turning to two of her best friends, she smiled at them.

"Thank you guys so much for watching Sophie", she said. "How was she?"

"Sam and Sophie had a stare down, Sophie banged her fists on the table and I had to kiss her hands, and when Sam tried to leave she began to cry", Callen said. "Not in that order though. But the most funny part was when he and Sophie had a stare down."

"Who won?", asked Kensi with a teasing smile.

"Sophie", grumbled Sam good-naturedly. "She was too cute!"

Kensi laughed.

"You should go home and sleep", she said finally. "See you guys tomorrow."

"Bye, Kensi", said Callen.

"'Night", said Sam.

Kensi watched them drive off and waved before she went out of view.

Kensi's POV:

Closing her front door gently and locking it, Kensi turned around and smiled at her neat house. Once again, for about the eleventh time that night, she looked down at her ring and admired it. It was three diamonds, two on the bottom and one on the top. The band was silver and thin, but it fit like a glove. She walked around the house, checking all of the windows and doors before standing in the kitchen and staring at the clock. Realization hit her and she inhaled sharply.

She was engaged!

Kensi had been engaged before but this felt different. This felt real. It felt like forever.

The thing was, she felt loved and wanted. Something she hadn't felt in years. And she had a beautiful 6-month old daughter, wonderful friends, and now an amazing, absolutely perfect fianće. Speaking of her beautiful daughter, Kensi glanced towards her bedroom and saw a very tired-looking little baby girl in a deep sleep, undisturbed by any noise she may have heard. Looking over towards the fridge, she saw a scribble drawing of many crayon colors that her very own Sophie Marie had drawn earlier that day. In Kensi's eyes, it was beautiful. Not just some useless thing you'd throw away as soon as they weren't looking. It was art, expressed by someone she loved very much and she made a promise to herself she would always save every letter, drawing, painting, art or anything Sophie ever made. She ran her fingers gently over the piece of colored paper. She was dang lucky woman and she couldn't ask for a better life.

She walked into her bedroom quietly and took off her shoes and dress. She grabbed a pair of sweats, underwear and an old T-shirt of Deeks' that smelled like him. She tossed her dirty clothes into her hamper and then stepped into a steaming hot shower. As the massaging water pounded on her skin, she closed her eyes and relaxed. She thought of the first day she and Deeks met, when they didn't know each other. It was funny to look back then and realize how far they had come since then. They had built a strong partnership, a stronger friendship and an even stronger relationship. They shared a life, a job and a daughter. They were a family. It wasn't I anymore, it was we. As she shampooed her hair, she thought of the first time she had ever laid eyes on Sophie. It was like meeting someone she had known her whole entire life. It was even more strange that she looked exactly as if Kensi and Deeks had a child together. Kensi grinned. It would have been hilarious to have told Deeks with a straight face that Sophie was their child, even though they had never had a fling or anything involved with romantic. As she washed her face and body, she thought of the six months of raising Sophie with Deeks and with the team. Staying up late watching Dora The Explorer, Bear in The Big Blue House, Bubble Guppies and Go Diego, Go! eating take-out, changing diapers, making bottles, giving bathes and showers, etc. It was a rollercoaster. But she wasn't alone and it was certainly worth it. She wouldn't change it for the world. The team had been so helpful. Callen and Sam watched her whenever Kensi and Deeks wanted to go out or just to give them a break. Eric and Nell had been a huge help. Eric loved Sophie, although he wasn't really used to taking care of a child. But Nell dragged him shopping and to the park. Or sometimes they'd just stay at Ops and play with Sophie when Kensi, Deeks, Callen, and Sam when out on the field. And Hetty, well she just loved to spoil her. She'd buy her toys and play-mats to keep herself entertained while Hetty sat at her desk. Or she'd push her around in a stroller while she walked around. Unless it was in Ops, then she would carry her in a front-pack so she could walk up the stairs. Hetty would always say to Kensi and Deeks, "She's currently my only grandchild so I have a right to spoil her." Kensi and Deeks would just grin and respect her wishes. By the time she had shampooed her hair, washed her face and body, shaved her legs and conditionered her hair, Kensi had thought from meeting Deeks all the way to way in the future. She dreamed of a big house with a white-picket fence with Eric and Nell living next door, and Sam and Callen next door too (in seperate houses, of course.) She saw herself, Deeks, Sophie, Monty and three other children in her fantasy. She abruptly shook off her fanstasy as she dried herself off, brushed her teeth and got dressed. She crawled into bed and held Sophie to her chest. Her breathing slowed and she drifted off to sleep, dreaming sweet dreams filled with laughing children, barkings dogs and one big happy family.

Deeks' POV:

Deeks drove in his car, grinning widely. The weight was off his chest and he was a very, very happy man. He couldn't believe she said yes! He had about 5 minutes until he would make it home, where he could dream of the future.

He arrived home and the first thing he did was sit on the couch and tell Monty about it. Stupid, he knew, but he was so excited he had to tell him. Even if he didn't get a reply. He dropped his keys on the counter after he told Monty, who in return had wagged his tail and barked. Rubbing his hands over his face, Deeks yawned and looked longingly towards his bedroom. He couldn't wait to wake up with Kensi in his arms, smiling and giving him a morning kiss. He also imagined that Sophie would be laying between them and they would get up and have breakfast together. But it wouldn't be in either of their apartments. They agreed to buy a house, one with a white picket fence. It was a dream of Kensi's and although she thought it was silly, he didn't. Sure, a lot of women dreamed of the whole "white picket fence" thing and sure, Kensi wasn't like other women but that didn't mean she couldn't dream.

He thought back to the first time he had ever met Kensi. His first thought was Holy Telito! but as their friendship, partnership, and trust grew, he got to know her a lot better. She was as deadly as her beauty but only when she wanted to. She had many quirks, but most of them were cute quirks. Like how she had a major sweet tooth. Or how she collected jelly bracelets. The one he didn't like the whole one-date policy of hers. After their first date, although it technically wasn't a date since Sophie came, he didn't think she would accepted the second date or the first date without Sophie. Whatever you want to call it. But once again, she surprised him by saying yes. He knew then that he had a once-in-a-lifetime chance and he couldn't blow it. Thank goodness he didn't. He couldn't imagine life without Kensi or Sophie.

He walked into his bedroom and changed into sweatpants and an old T-shirt. He went into the bathroom and brushed his teeth then walked back to the bedroom and flopped onto his bed. He let his thoughts stray to the wedding. He imagined Kensi in her wedding dress, glowing with happiness. He saw Sophie being the flower girl and he saw Sam carrying her down the aisle, helping her drop red and white roses. He saw Callen, Nell, Hetty and Eric. And it all looked perfect. Maybe someday Eric and Nell would get married and buy a house next to theirs. And maybe Sam and Callen would both find a wife and get married, too. They would all live next to each other, one ginormous happy family. He imagined Kensi and his kids running around with Eric and Nell's kids and Sam and Callen's kids. It was a nice picture, he thought. But maybe it was wishful thinking. No, he decided. It was a perfectly reasonable wishful thinking.

He burrowed into his covers and patted the empty side of the bed. Monty jumped on and curled up next to him. For now, he'd do for sleeping next to a dog. But pretty soon, he would have Kensi next to him and Monty would be sleeping in Sophie's room. He could see himself, Kensi, Sophie and Monty all crowded on the bed together, eating breakfast.

Yeah, he had it bad. But guess what? He didn't care. He was the luckiest man in the world. He closed his eyes and got lost in the swirl of happy dreams.