Marty just shook his head. "We'll see. They do have my genes, too." He wasn't about to make his kids do anything they didn't want to when it came to extracurriculars or areas of interest. If his kids wanted to be cheerleaders, good for them. If they didn't, if they preferred painting or science, or whatever it was, then that's what they'd do. Marty wouldn't force them down any one path, even in jest.
He might be a little over cautious about becoming his stepdad in that respect. But, he didn't care.
"Hetty was a little fanatical about paperwork." Marty chuckled. "And, no, you wouldn't have known the specifics of my work with NCIS, but you wouldn't really have known a lot of the specifics of my work as a cop, either, being a Narc and all. We should have had Gaga. At the memorial," he explained, realizing it was a total non sequitor. "Hetty really dug Lady Gaga. First op I did as her liaison, she made sure to tell Callen to dance one for her if they played Lady Gaga at the club."
Looping his arms around her wasn't quite as comfortable with the twins in the way. So, he settled for hands on her hips ad grinned at her. "Silly? I'm totally serious. I have a gorgeous wife, who's going to give birth to two gorgeous children." He grew a touch more serious. "And she's the best thing that ever happened to me, the only gift I need. Although, these ties really are awesome."