Chapter 1

A/N: Roughly 5 years after Kensi and Deeks get married. In this story, they get married 4 months after the events in Los Mochis, Mexico. Please enjoy. Review :)

Kensi and Deeks walked into work that day fighting, like they'd been doing more and more.

"No, Deeks, she's not going into a daycare. We are perfectly fine with the nanny." Kensi said as she sat down at her desk.

"Daycare will be good for Finnli. She could use the social interaction." Deeks said, arguing his point.

"She'll be in kindergarten in two years, she can wait until then. She already has a better life then both of us had. So, her not going to daycare will be alright. Can we please just drop this?" Kensi said, realizing people were staring.

"We're dropping this now, but it'll be brought up later. This is not over." Deeks said, quite sternly.

Kensi huffed as she angrily turned on her computer, not happy with the conversation they'd just had.

For the rest of the day, things were tense between the couple. Of course they'd had disagreements before but nothing like this, before they had Finnli. They loved their daughter, more than anything, but they didn't necessarily see eye to eye on how to paret her.

Deeks was a helicopter parent. He was always there, no less tha a few feet behind her. He was an overprotective papa bear.

Kensi, on the other hand, was a tough love parent. That's how her dad was with her, and his parents before him. It ran in the Blye family. It was somewhat of a tradition. Kensi was willing to let her explore and fall down and get back up, without intervention.

Kensi wanted to let their daughter fall down and get back up by herself, but because Deeks was always right behind, he caught her before she even hit the floor. When their daughter was 6 months old, they'd bought a box of bandaids. They'd used only 4 of a box of 100 bandaids, and she's now 3.

After a day filled with tension, it was finally quitting time. Sam and Callen had left about 30 minutes before Kensi and Deeks started packing up.

"Honestly Deeks, I don't understand why you are so adamant about putting Fin in a daycare. She is perfectly fine with the nanny. She loves the nanny. I love the nanny. But you insist on putting her inn a daycare. A placed filled with snot-nosed, germ-ridden, crying, screamin, and possibly violent kids. I don't want to put her in that environment."

"I thought you were the tough love parent. I thought you wanted to let her swim into the deep and and hope she doesn't drown."

"Yeah, and I thought you were the helicopter parent. I thought you'd have quit your job the day you found out I was pregnant. I thought you would've worked as a stay at home parent. So, I guess our perceptions of each other are slighly scewed."

"Is that what you want me to do? Do you want me to stay at home with her, while you risk your life everyday?"

"I'm not saying that, Deeks. I'm saying that that's what i thought you wanted."

" I don't know what I want anymore, Kens. I don't know." He said, defeatedly.

"That's fine. I'm gonna stay here and you can go home to her. It'll give us time to thinkk and calm down."

"No I'll stay. Go homr and stay with her."

"Fine." Kensi said.

She silently grabbed her bag and walked away from the bullpen, and out the exit.