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Marty’s Wish - A Densimber Christmas Story

The little boy lay flat on the ground collecting the pine needles that had fallen from the Christmas tree that loomed over him. Sitting on the corner of the cluttered space, and decorated with a few ornaments, and a single string of light, the tree was the only bright spot on the otherwise dark room.

Lost in thought, the boy jumped with remembered fear when the door swung open and an adult voice spoke from behind, but upon recognizing the voice of his mother, his shoulders slumped down and his breathing evened out.

“What are you doing, baby boy?” Roberta Deeks asked, as she set the grocery bags down, taking notice of her son under the Christmas tree. The object unfamiliar on the Brandel household, but it’s blinking lights still able to push the shadows into retreat.

Crawling back from under the tree, little Marty slowly lifted himself off the ground, careful not to knock any ornaments down and always protective of the tree he had begged his mother to get. “I’m collecting pine needles, mama.” The boy answered in a cheerful tone, before extending his small frame until he was able to press a kiss onto his mother’s cheek. A single Ziploc bag cradled on his hand.

“I can see that, Martin. But why?” Not easily surprised by her son antics anymore, Bertie still felt perplexed seeing the clean tree skirt that only that morning had been covered with pine needles. The pointy leaves now collected on a series of small bags on top of the coffee table, a pot of water next to them.

“Air fresheners.” He answered matter-of-factly, his small hand pointing to the coffee table. “Pine needles, and water, mama.” He continued to explain, confident his reasoning and wording all made perfect sense.

Head turning sideways, Roberta silently wondered what had brought this new silliness to her son’s mind. Part of her wanting to laugh and smile, but the rational part of her brain counting the minutes until her husband would come home. “I don’t think it works that way, baby.” She answered softly. “And we don’t need artificial pine scent, Martin. We have a real tree, remember? Cut in front of us and all…” She continued to explain, the memory of her son begging for said tree fresh on her mind, and the consequences fresh on her skin.

“They’re not for us, mommy.” Little Marty said doubtfully, having felt the uneasiness radiating from his mother, his own worry increasing as guilt started deep on his gut. The boy not wanting to cause any troubles or for his mama to be hurt. “I know we have a tree. I… just…” He stalled.

“You can tell me anything, Martin. You know that.” Bertie coerced as she continued to stare at the ticking needles of the clock out of the corner of her eye.

Shifting his weight from one foot to the other, Marty eventually went back to the table and picked up one of the bags, little pine needles swimming in the bit of water that he had dumped on top. “I… wanna sell them in the neighborhood.” Noticing his mother’s eyes starting to go wide, and wanting to stop the explosion that would surely come, he lifted his one empty hand in a placating motion. “I just want some coins in exchange, mama. Maybe some little boy or girl with no Christmas tree could get it and bring some joy into their rooms.” He finished his justification, the certainty of before gone, and his voice sounding shaky this time around.

Bertie’s eyes softened as soon as she heard her son’s explanation. The kind gesture not unfamiliar to her, her baby boy always displaying a heart much larger than his body. “But why are you selling them, Marty? Wouldn’t it be better to just give them for free?” Choosing not to delve on the inaccuracies of her son’s ideas and the fact that air fresheners were more complicated than that, Bertie instead focused on the one thing that remained unexplained.

Looking down at his feet, Marty tried to make himself small. His blue eyes losing their spark, and his grin turning downwards into a sad smile. “Just a selfish reason, it was a bad idea after all.” He then grabbed the bags and moved to drop them on the kitchen’s trash can, but his mother stopped his progress with a commanding hand on his shoulder.

“Tell me, baby boy.” She said simply, as she pulled her son’s hand towards the sofa until both Deeks’ sat down.

It took a few minutes for the blonde boy to gather his courage and for his thoughts to turn into words, but the reasoning eventually came out. “Just wanted some coins to get myself a Christmas gift. I get it, mama. Santa is busy and there must be some other little boy or girl that deserves it more than me, but I really wanted…” The rest of the words falling into a deep abyss, and Marty slumping back onto the couch, still trying to make himself small. “I’m sorry. It was a dumb idea… I will clean up the mess and go to my room.”

“Stay.” Bertie directed as she tried to gather her thoughts. The idea that her son believed that he didn’t deserve a gift from Santa, and thus needed money to get himself one, breaking her heart. And the knowledge that the real reason was that her husband spent their money at the local bar and liquor store making her son’s words hurt even more. “What do you want to get, Martin?”

“A train…” He responded softly. Eyes still looking down and his usually happy words sounding uncharacteristically dejected.

Old letters to Santa flashed back on her mind, Marty having asked for a model train for the past 3 Christmases and his father always denying him the joy. “How many do you have available?” Bertie asked, spinning the conversation around.

Turning to look at his mother with confusion all over his features, Marty remained silent as his young mind tried to decipher her words.

“Bags? How many bags do you have available, sir?” Bertie asked again. Speaking to her nearly 7 year old son as if he was a salesman. “I would like to buy some.”

Slowly catching up to his mother, little Marty turned back towards the table so he could count the bags. One little finger touching each as he slowly said the numbers under his breath, not wanting to mess up in front of his mama. “6.”

“I want them all. How much would that be?” Bertie inquired as she stood up and walked to her purse so she could get her wallet.

“…But mama, we don’t need them. Tree, remember?” Marty said, one hand pointing at the tree, the other pushing his hair backwards, a gesture he always did when he was nervous.

“I’m not your mother, Martin. I’m a customer. I can give them away to some of those kids you mentioned… bring some joy into their rooms, yeah?” Using his own words, Bertie tried reminding Marty why he had started this whole ordeal in the first place. “So again, how much is it going to be?” Sensing her son wouldn’t answer, Bertie opened her wallet and started counting small bills. “Would this be enough, kind gentlemen?” She asked, pushing a few dollars and coins onto his hands.

“Hmm.” Marty murmured, his eyes shining and looking past the money on his hand, his imagination running wild and already picturing the train he could get.

Grabbing the Ziplocs, Bertie went into the kitchen to get an empty grocery bag to set her purchase inside. Knowing the bags weren’t really air fresheners and that she couldn’t give them away, but her son’s idea starting a fire on her heart, and a desire to help during this holiday season.

Walking back into the living room Bertie motioned for his son to get to his room, time running out and both knowing that nothing of this could be visible when Gordon walked through the door. “Get on your pajamas, Martin. I will be up to kiss you good night in a few minutes.” Marty did as directed and silently got up the couch and started walking up the stairs, feet dragging and shoulders slumped down. “Tomorrow I will pick you up after school and we will go get your train…” Bertie finished. His usual grin back on Marty’s face upon hearing the words all Roberta needed to remember why she got up each day to put up with her husband while she tried to carve some happiness for her baby boy.

When Marty was out of sight, Bertie quickly cleaned the coffee table and then started making some quick calls. Anything to make sure the following day wouldn’t be a disappointment for her son.

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Next morning came and Marty was ready for school in record time. The smile never leaving his face and the boy laughing and joking even more than in other days. School went by quick with the boy daydreaming during each class, math and science not nearly as interesting as the train he would finally get.

A few hours later, when the bell rang, little Marty grabbed his backpack and ran outside, his grin turning even bigger when he saw his mama’s car parked in front of the school.

Roberta smiled as her son got inside the car, in a single motion kissing her on the cheek, one hand hugging her, while the other pressed play on the car stereo. Little Drummer Boy then started playing from the single Christmas CD the family owned, the thing almost scratched from how many times the blonde boy played it on repeat.

“Ready, Martin?” Roberta asked as she parked the car in front of a thrift store located a few miles from the family’s home.

Marty nodded eagerly, the excitement so big that he wasn’t even rambling as he usually did. “Yeah, mama. I will finally have a biiiig train.” He eventually said with a happy smile on his face, his arms spreading wide as he jumped out of the car.

“Isn’t that too big for your room, baby boy. We will need a tow truck just to haul it inside.” Roberta’s eyes sparkled while she said the words, every moment with her son making the nights with her husband worthwhile.

“Not that big, silly mommy.” Marty giggled. “I promise it won’t be that big.” He continued more seriously this time. “Small so I can hide it in my closet, promise no one will see.”

Her son’s grasp on reality never failing to amuse her, even at just 6 years old, Marty instinctively knowing that things would be better if his father didn’t see the train. Nonetheless the words making her smile no longer mirror her son’s, as her lips turned downwards and the spark left her bright blue eyes.

“Why are you sad, mama? We don’t have to get the train if you don’t want.” Marty said with certainty, the boy already used to disappointments.

Shaking her head, Bertie reminded herself her son’s words the previous day. She couldn’t let him grow up thinking the world was a sad place in which little boys didn’t deserve the trains they wanted. As much as possible she was determined to preserve his innocence so he never saw how truly unfair the world could sometimes be. “I’m not sad, Marty. I’m just thinking you will be so happy with your train, you will forget all about your mama.”

“Nope. Never, mommy.” Succeeding in her effort to distract her son, Bertie smiled as her son’s little arms moved to hug her legs.

“Let’s go then.” Mother and son then walked hand in hand into the store.

Walking inside, Roberta moved to speak to the old man behind the counter, asking to see the trains they had available and casually mentioning their names hoping Marty wouldn’t think anything of it. The store, known for their eclectic arrangement of hobby-style items, had a nice assortment of collectible trains and some more colorful, toy ones.

Seeing the little boy, the store’s attendant looked inside a box and placed a bright blue Thomas the Tank Engine toy on the counter. Waiting to see a smile on the boy, the man was disappointed to see a frown instead. “What’s wrong?” He asked in confusion.

“I don’t want Thomas... I want a real train.” Marty muttered under his breath.

The man turned to look at the mother and after receiving a nod of approval he grabbed another box and, this time, placed 5 different Märklin model trains on the counter. His smile returning after the boy’s eyes went wide and his small hand moved doubtfully to touch one.

No one said anything as Marty inspected each train and rearranged them in a different order. The boy ranking them on his mind as he tried to decide which one to get. After around 15 minutes, when he had seemingly decided, he grabbed two and asked the attendant for the price. Smiling the man gave him amounts that were much lower than the actual cost of the collectibles, one still being more than the other as the size was bigger, but both amounts Marty could pay with the money his mother had given him.

“This one.” The boy said. Picking the smaller and cheaper one, and setting the money on the counter.

“But why, son. If you have enough to get the other one. Your mother here, mentioned you wanted a big train.” The attendant then spread his arms wide echoing the gesture Marty himself had done before.

“How much for that?” Marty asked instead, ignoring the man’s question and pointing to a single chain necklace with a heart pendant that hang from a display located on top of the counter to their right.

Head twisted sideways, the man was at a loss. Turning to the mother he saw her nod, and again gave the boy an amount under real market price. One he could still pay with the money he had available.

“I will take it too.” Marty said with a smile. Putting all of the bills and coins on the counter, the small train he had picked never leaving his hand.

The man moved to unclasp the necklace from the display and put it inside a small bag which he passed to the boy after making an act of counting the money. “Merry Christmas, Marty. I hope you enjoy your new train and necklace.” He said bidding goodbye, then shaking the mother’s hand, little Marty never noticing the other exchange that went through.

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“…And that’s how Martin got his first train.” Roberta finished her explanation, the little train they had bought from the old man at the thrift store sitting on her palm. A few scratches on the paint, but the train shining as bright as it had done on that day 35 years ago.

Kensi wiped away a single tear that had managed to escape during Roberta’ story. While at the same time she smiled thinking of the little, happy boy Deeks had been, even in between what she knew he had been forced to live at home. “What did he want the necklace for?” She eventually asked, although she thought she knew the answer.

Roberta reached under her shirt, revealing a necklace with a heart pendant that she always kept locked around her neck. “It was his Christmas present for me.” She said simply, showing Kensi the piece that had also been part of the story. A tear now escaping her eyes as every time she thought back to her baby boy picking a smaller train just so he could also get something for her. “My Martin sure was a good boy.” Bertie finished absent-mindedly.

“And now he’s a good man. Thanks to you.” Kensi said to her soon to be mother-in-law. “Did he ever find out you had called the owner in advance and passed him more money as you shook hands?”

“…Not until now.” Deeks said as he walked into the attic. “What’s going on here?” He asked as he noticed the empty boxes and little train that sat on his mother’s palm.

Eyes wide, Kensi’s check instantly colored in embarrassment and she turned a panicky stare to Roberta. “I’m sorry.” She slurred the words as she tried to cover her slip.

“It’s okay. It’s been a while that I suspected something more went on that day.” Deeks explained, not wanting to make Kensi feel bad. “So… what’s going on?”

Roberta placed the toy back into his box and moved to hug her son. “We were just getting the Christmas decorations out of the boxes when we found this one that Kensi didn’t recognize. We found your train and Kensi wanted to hear the story.”

Deeks hugged his mother back and a sad smile started on his face. The memories of that train some of the happiest of his childhood, from how he got it, to the many nights he played with it under his bed. But the happy memories also hiding how he had hoped the imagined noise of the engine would silence the sounds coming from outside his room.

“I’m sorry I never told you, Martin. That night I called some stores before your father got home. I wanted to make sure you would be able to get one and not end up disappointed. I arranged with the owner the prices he would tell you and he knew I would get him the rest.” Bertie explained hoping her son would understand and this wouldn’t start an argument.

“Why didn’t you just get it for me, then?” Deeks asked, understanding her mother’s reasoning but not that part.

“I wanted you to know that with hard work you could make your own destiny, Martin. Be it something as simple as a train, but also… you know, becoming a lawyer… a cop… making something of yourself… getting married. Having a happy family better than the one you grew up in.” She finished lowly as one hand grasped Kensi’s and she smiled sweetly to her soon to be daughter-in-law. “As you have known for a while, Santa is not to blame for you never getting that train, but…”

“I know, mama.” Deeks answered, cutting her off, and mirroring the words he used to speak so often as a little boy. “You wanted me to know I could grow past Gordon.” He summarized.

“And you did.” Bertie said with pride, taking a look at the happy household around her. The strings of lights, many ornaments, and garlands peeking out from the recently opened boxes, the complete opposite to that small tree decorated with a single string of light and few ornaments under which little Marty had gathered pine needles.

A loud awww broke the moment between mother and son, Kensi having taken advantage of the opportunity to take a peek at the box from where the train had come out. Her sights zeroing on a photo album and her hands quickly moving at the same pace as her mind.

Now she stood to the left, with a picture of a little, blonde boy wearing a way too big chef hat that fell over his eyes, and a younger Roberta standing next to him with a spatula on her hand. The kitchen around them a mess of flour, eggs and cheese.

“Oh, that’s the day I taught him to make Bertie’s famous frittata.” Roberta started, again reminiscing old times. “I asked him to put a whole egg into the mixture and he went to throw in the whole thing, shell and all.” She explained as she flipped the page and the next picture showed little Marty with tears on his eyes, a broken egg on the floor and Bertie giggling next to him.

While Roberta and Kensi shared a good laugh, Deeks looked mortified. “No time for stories. Let’s go, we have some Christmas decorations to set.” Picking up boxes full of Christmas stuff, Deeks urged his mother and girlfriend to follow.

Ignoring her fiancé, Kensi continued to flip pages of the album until she reached another picture that caught her attention. Mother and son standing behind a kitchen counter, Santa Hat on Deeks blonde locks and a bowl of soup boiling at their backs. “Is this…?” Kensi left the rest of the question unspoken.

“…The first time we volunteered at the soup kitchen.” Deeks finished for her. “I never thought about it, but… that tradition started on the same year as the train.”

“You weren’t the only one that learned something that day, Martin. Your idea of giving the air fresheners to kids that might not have a tree for Christmas made me think of other ways to help and I realized many families didn’t even have food for the holidays. So, I did some research and found that nearby soup kitchen. It became our tradition after that.”

“And now it’s ours.” Deeks said with a smile as he grabbed Kensi’s hand and pulled it to his lips so he could press a sweet kiss over her ring finger.

“And this Christmas we could all go together.” Kensi proposed as she continued to stare at the photograph of another event in the Christmas that had helped shape Deeks into the man she would soon marry. “I’m sure my mom will be eager to join us… And to hear some more stories.” Kensi finished with a wink.

“No, no. No more stories. Decorations, we need decorations.” Deeks took the album from Kensi’s hand and pushed a box in its place and motioned mother and fiancé towards the stairs. He then went to turn off the lights, but not before he reached into the box and grabbed the little train. Hoping to be unnoticed but Roberta and Kensi watching from the corner of their eyes, and smiling to each other. Mother, son and future wife agreed, that train didn’t belong in a box.

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densi-mber · 6 years ago

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You said, All Out

Well I obviously thought these two dorks were going to be married already when this idea came to mind.

by glenncoco4

They’re down to the last gift, it’s not any ordinary gift - no. She made sure to hide it way in the back so this would happen. The dozen or so meticulous items she found throughout the past couple of weeks are in this very special box. (No, not that box). It took her quite awhile to figure out what she was going to get her husband. Sure he was still expecting the grill and grill set, so that was not a surprise and neither were the few other things that he had asked for throughout the past year. But this...there’s no way he’ll see this coming. She wonders how he’s going to react, the facial expressions that he’ll make. He probably didn’t think of this last year when he said that this Christmas they were gonna go all out. This last gift is probably not even in the realm of possibilities in his mind at the moment.

“Alright, baby. I have your last present but there’s a bunch of things in there, so its sort of a bundle.” She gives him that smile that’s reserved only for him.

He tears the wrapping off the large box and slowly makes his way through the packing tape. Opening the box, moving the tissue paper out of the way, he gasp at the contents that lay on top. It’s two baby bibs in the shape of surf boards that say, surfers drule.

“No.” His eyes are focused on the tiny little accessories.

“Yes.”

His voice cracks as the tears start to glisten in his eyes. He has to make sure he’s getting this right. “You’re joking.”

When she locks eyes with him the tears in her eyes that were threatening to fall finally do. “I’m really not.”

“You’re serious. Please tell me you’re serious.” The hope held in his eyes brings a glorious smile to her face.

His face is frozen in an awe expression. Sitting still, like if he moves then this moment in time will vanish.

There’s still more in the box and she really needs him to finish opening the rest of his gift. “Keep going.” She smiles, excited for him to see the rest of the box’s contents.

One by one, he starts pulling out more things. There’s a bundle of onesies - one says, Did we just become best friends?, the other says, Yep!. One that says, Ledgen…..wait for it, the other says, Dary!. Another set, one says, Drinking, the other says, Buddies. But the canvas that he pulls out next takes his breath away.

“Well, what does it say?” This is the gift that she hopes sets it in stone for him. She carefully watches him as he reads it out loud to her.

“Daddy, we know we haven’t met yet but we already love you with all our” and underneath are to sets of baby foot prints in the shape of hearts, “Merry Christmas, Love, The Baby Deeks Twins” His eyes widen as the words he just said out loud finally hit him.

“Whaa….T-two babies? As in one plus one? As in two tiny humans? Two mini Kensi/Marty’s? Like two little humans that are half you and half me? Half badass, half sarcastic? All gorgeous, all amazing?” He jumps up in excitement from where he was sitting at in front of the tree. “Don’t play with me, baby.”

She walks over to her husband, wrapping her arms around his waist. “Yes, baby. I’m dead serious. Two babies. Half you, half me. Two little Deeks babies.” She pauses, giving him that breathtaking smile of hers. Taking one of his hands, she places it where their babies lay. “You’re gonna be a daddy, baby.”

The flood gates open when she confirms it out loud. Slowly he gets to his knees and hugs her tight, not letting her budge as he places his head on her stomach, where their babies are.

She runs her fingers through his hair and more tears begin to fall as she feels his muffled laughs of joy throughout her body. “I love you.”

He looks up at her, his eyes shining with joy, happiness, amazement and most of all, complete and utter love. Standing up, he presses his forehead to hers. “God, Kens....I love you. So much.”

They’re lost in each other but the longer his body is pressed up against hers the more it begins to affect her. Seeing him in nothing but boxer is one thing but feeling every grove and muscles of his body pressed up against her is another. Her hands make their way down his bare back to cup his boxer clad ass, when her thoughts go to one of the last gifts in the box. “Okay, I know that you’re way excited now and believe me, so am I.” She cops one more feel before she pulls back. “But there are still some things left in the box. So…..”

He smiles and pecks her lips and goes back to the box, but as he steps out of her embrace he lets his hands brush against her breast leaving her wanting more.

He pulls out another piece of clothing but it’s way to big for a baby so he assumes it’s for him. As he unfolds it, he hears his wife giggle and as the words written on the shirt come into view he realizes why. NOTHING SCARES ME MY WIFE IS PREGNANT. He smiles at her adorableness and pulls the shirt down so he can look at her. “Kensi Deeks, you’re going to start punching me again, aren’t you.” It’s not a question, but more of a statement.

She shrugs as if to say, maybe.

He looks back into the box and sees the last gift. As he reads it, he smiles and looks at his wife, who by the way is wearing nothing but one of his old LAPD shirts and raises his eyebrow suggestively. “Oh, really now?” In his hand is a white coffee mug with DILF written in big black letters.

She licks her lips. “Really.” Biting her lower lip, she looks him up and down.

Her telling him that she’s pregnant with their babies already has him on a hair trigger but her actions are about to send him over the edge.

He quickly gets up off the couch, making his way over to his goddess of a wife.

The desire in her eyes grow as she sees his hardness grow in his Santa boxers. When he reaches her she doesn’t give him any time and jumps into his embrace, wrapping her legs around his waist. He guides them to the closest sturdy piece of furniture and if she wasn’t pregnant before, she most definitely is now.

Merry Christmas indeed.

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