42A/N: Finally back! Thank you, Frank for the inspiration.
She lets out a sigh when she finally steps through the door, the weight of today still heavy on her shoulders. Kicking off her shoes, she makes her way into the living room looking around for her family.
"Hey, baby. How was your day?" He's grading some papers at the coffee table when he hears her walk in.
"It was okay. Where's Chloe?"
"Your dad picked her up at noon today. They're suppose to go to the game tonight, remember?"
"Oh, right."
He's startled when he looks up and sees the lost look in her perfect mismatched eyes. "Kens, what's wrong?"
She can't move, stuck in the doorway. When her eyes lock with his concerned cerulean blues, she can't hold back the tears that have been threatening to spill all day any longer.
The teacher bolts up off the couch, and runs over to her. "No, don't cry. I hate it when you cry." He wraps his arms around her, pulling her in as close as he possibly can. "What's wrong?"
Her arms immediately wrap around his waist, his strong arms are like a safety net for her soul. She grabs a fist full of his shirt, holding onto him unable to get close enough.
"Hey, talk to me."
She slowly begins to relax in his arms, her head resting against his chest. "It's just that I've been going through a lot at work."
"Like what?"
"I had to fire one of my trainers today because he's been harassing the other female trainers and we had to file police reports for each of the girls."
He guides her towards the couch, pulling her onto his lap. She doesn't fight, because why would she. Her body responds without question, she curls into his body as he shields her from all the wickedness that this world brings.
"Kens, I'm so sorry." The blonde places a kiss to the crown of her head, a sense of relief washing over him at the fact that she confides in him but there's also a sense of indignation that this life has been brought to his soon to be wife.
"And…"
"And what, baby? You can tell me."
"I'm just having a really bad mental health day."
"I know just the cure." He moves her over to the unoccupied part of the couch and gets up but not before placing a sweet kiss to her lips. "Wait right here."
She watches as he walks off towards their bedroom and sighs. Leaning back against the couch she tries to relax but it's not working. Every thought possible is swarming around in her mind. She's so focused on trying to relax that she doesn't hear him comeback into the room until he threads his arm under her knees and the other around her back.
He lifts her up and walks back towards their bedroom. Mission make Kens feel better is a go.
"What are you doing?" She studies his facial features as he guides them through the hallway and into their room.
His eyes land on hers as he steps into the doorway of the dimly lit bathroom and gives her a shy smile. "Taking care of my girl."
She's so focused on him that she doesn't even notice where they are until he stops. Her eyes take a survey of the room and her voice leaves her, well all but one soft spoken word. "Marty." She watches the flicker of the lit candles and the tub full of bubbles. Bringing her hand up to his scruff covered jaw, her thumb stroking his cheek in soft soothing motions. "I love you."
"And I'm so in love with you." He leans down, bringing his lips to hers.
The trainer's tears continue to fall from her eyes as he puts her down and slowly begins to undress her, placing kisses on her bare skin as he removes each article of clothing. Once she's fully naked, he picks her up once again and walks over to the tub.
He slowly immerses her into the warm water making the tension in her body wash away. Marty bends down and places a kiss to the crown of her head, whispering the most soothing words she's heard all day. "I'll always take care of you, baby."
Her eyes follow his form as he sends her one last smile and walks out of the bathroom. Yeah, he's a keeper.
She's sitting on the couch watching as Rose hocks a loogie and spits into the open sea, her whole body is now more relaxed thanks to the amazing man that is her fiancée. He so good to her, no matter what she's going through he always takes care of her and she knows deep down in her heart that he always will. After she got out of her bath he put on her favorite movie for her and told her to go relax on the couch before heading off to get their dinner and ice cream.
Realizing that he's been gone for close to an hour now she starts getting worried. The restaurant is just 10 minutes away and their favorite ice cream shop is right next to it. She's just about to call him when there's a knock at the door. Her brow furrows. She's not expecting anybody but maybe Marty just forgot his key.
She opens the door and her eyes go wide at the sight before her. Marty's standing at the door and behind him in their driveway is a blue '69 Camaro Z28. "Babe, what are you doing? Whose car is that?"
"Well…."
"What did you do?"
"Kens, just get in your car. We have somewhere to be." He steps inside and takes her jacket off the coat rack, locks the door and ushers her out of the house.
"Where are we going? I can't go out looking like this. Marty, I'm wearing joggers and one of your old t-shirts. Wait, did you say my car?"
He takes her hand and pulls her along until they reach the driver side door. Reaching into his pocket he takes out the keys and places them in her hand. "You look beautiful and yes I said your car."
His eyes are locked on the screen in front of him, but he knows her eyes are locked on him. "Why are you staring at me?"
An affectionate smile spreads to her lips as she climbs from the driver seat over the console to sit in his lap. She wraps one arm around his shoulder, her fingers playing with the hair at the back of his neck. "I love you."
"I love you too, baby." He tilts his head. leaning it against hers. "Are you feeling any better?"
"I am now thanks to you. But you really didn't have to get me a car. I felt better just by being with you."
"Are you kidding? I've been imagining giving you this car ever since you told me that story of when you were a kid and how you and your parents would drive down the PCH on road trips."
She brings her lips to his for a sweet kiss. Her heart flutters at the fact that he actually remembers stuff about her because she's never had that before.
"Happy Anniversary."
"It's not the best of anniversaries thanks to me."
"Hey, it's the most amazing anniversary ever."
"No, it's not. I'm a terrible person. God what's wrong with me?"
"Hey, don't insult my wife."
"Wife? I'm not your wife yet, buddy."
He cups her jaw, tilting her head up so that she can see the truth in his eyes. "Take a look at that ring on your finger. You're as good as mine, Blye."
She's taken back by the truth and confidence in his voice. The absolution in his cerulean blues makes her feel more loved than she's ever known. A blush rises to her cheeks at the possessiveness he has over her. She's his.
Marty gets a look in his eyes and maneuvers his arms, bringing his hands to her face. A smiles spreads to his lips as he playfully squishes her face. "Why are you so cute?"
Kensi can't help but giggle or what's suppose to sound like a giggle. "Just lucky I guess!"
They continues to stare at one another before she leans forward, bringing her lips to his in a passionate kiss. Her tongue swipes across his lip asking for entrance and is immediately granted access.
"Do you not want to watch the movie?"
"Lets see, watch a movie that I've already seen 20 times or make out with a teacher in the backseat of a car? Decisions. Decisions."
Before he can respond, she gets out of his lap and crawls into the backseat, pulling him with her. She didn't realize how small the backseat was until they're sitting back there, but they don't mind.
He sees the lustful look in her eyes and watches as she bites her lip. California is known for its cool nights but boy is it heating up in here.
"You think we can give Jack and Rose a run for their money?"
Marty takes hold of her arm and pulls her towards him, pressing their bodies together and leaves no room for doubt.
They've finally made it home after grabbing dinner at the pier and taking a walk along the beach. Yeah, it might've not been what they were planning on doing for their anniversary but it did turn out even better.
Kicking off their shoes at the front door they make their way into the kitchen to put away the groceries. Call them crazy but one of their favorite things to do together is shop.
He puts on some music and they begin shuffling around the room to put the food away. As she places the last item in the freezer, she feels two strong arms wrap around her and begin to move them to the rhythm of the song.
When time is up and the sun it dies
Do the rivers flood and the ocean dries
Hand in hand under the falling sky
I will love you
When I'm oh so old and I lose my mind
I'll still look at you like it's the first time
So many say it and it's all a lie
But I will love you
She turns around in his arms, her head immediately finding rest on his shoulder as they sway back and forth. As the lyrics wash over her she can't help but think of that saying that when you fall in love all the words to those cheesy love song start making sense. Boy do they.
You are the reason I make it through the day
You gimme the reason to let on my ways
The beauty goes, the money spent
And everything else fades away
You are my constant
He take a deep breath, inhaling the scent that's so uniquely Kensi Marie Blye and he's at peace. The fact that he's found a woman….the most amazing woman and she's here in his arms loving him is the best feeling in his entire life. "I want this to never end."
She smiles, her arms squeezing his waist tighter to let him know that she feels the same way. Then it hits her. "What do you think about a wedding next weekend?"
A/N: Song - The Vow by Ruthanne
