Time had flown by and pretty soon, it was two weeks before the DiNozzo David wedding, and Tony was kissing his heavily pregnant fiancé goodbye before he went out on his bachelor weekend.
"Please, just be careful. I want you to be at your son or daughter's birth." Ziva laughed, only half joking.
"I will be Zi, I promise. Besides, McGee and Gibbs are gonna be there: how much trouble can I get into?" Ziva smiled and stroked the side of his face tenderly.
"I worry. I am allowed to worry." Tony kissed her lovingly.
"When's Abby coming over?" Ziva's doctor had warned her that because of things that happened in Africa, she was to take it as easy as possible for the duration of her pregnancy as she was considered high risk. So Abby was coming to spend the weekend with her.
"She's coming with McGee." The pair shared a knowing smile. "Can you promise me something?"
"Sure baby, what's up?" Ziva moved from her place leant against the kitchen counter and placed his hand on her bump, pressing down, allowing him to feel their baby kicking.
"Do not do anything stupid il mio amore. Come home in one piece." The couple smiled before Tony leaned in and kissed her forehead gently.
"I promise Bambino." There was a sharp knock at the door. "That'll be them. You ready?" She nodded. Tony squeezed his hand and left to answer the door.
"Hey Abs, McGee." Tony greeted cheerily. "Umm Ziva's in the kitchen Abs and I've just gotta grab my coat then we can go Tim." Tony clued the pair in before welcoming them in. Abby went straight to the kitchen where she pulled Ziva into one of her pregnancy-safe hugs. "Can I get you anything Tim? Beer, water, coke?"
"I'm okay thanks Tony. Gibbs won't be long."
"Is everyone parking here?" Ziva asked after removing herself from the forensic scientist.
"Yeah, we've got the best parking so the guys are gonna leave their cars here for the weekend and come collect them when we're sober either Sunday evening or Monday morning." Tony closed the gap between them and put an arm around her waist and, with his other hand on the side of her face, kissed her deeply. "You be careful this weekend okay? No matter how much fun I'm having, you call me, I'm here. You hear me? I promise, one call: I'm here." Ziva smiled and covered the hand on her face with her own.
"I love you. You must have fun this weekend, but not too much fun. Even at twenty six weeks pregnant I still have some skills." Tony laughed.
"I know, my beautiful, pregnant ninja. Now, we best get going: Gibbs, Josh and Freddie are meeting us there and Liam and Harry are getting there in a bit."
"Liam's wife just have another baby did she not?" Ziva asked, remembering a conversation they had had a few months ago now.
"Yeah, little girl, Chessca." Tony kissed his fiancé on more time. "Be good." He grabbed his coat and both men were out the door before Ziva could respond.
"You too." She uttered slightly sadly.
"What's up?" Abby asked, helping herself to a Coke.
"I want him to have fun, I do."
"But?"
"But I have a bad feeling about this." Abby looked her friend straight in the eye and sighed.
"Zi, they'll be fine. Timmy's there, he won't let Tony get in any trouble. And Gibbs, you know he'll get them out of any trouble Timmy couldn't prevent. They'll be fine."
"I know." Ziva sighed absentmindedly rubbing her bump.
"Does it hurt?" Abby asked noticing her actions.
"Sort of, sometimes. I think our child will have my fighting style if all this movement is anything to go by." The two women laughed. "So." Ziva asked addressing her directly. "You and 'Timmy'?"
"What about us?" Abby asked slightly shyly at Ziva's coy smile.
"When were you going to tell me?" Abby's eyes widened just a touch before she regained her composure.
"Nothing to tell." Ziva scoffed.
"Of course not." She left the kitchen and went and sat, rather awkwardly admittedly, on their living room couch. She had managed to prop her feet up on the coffee table before Abby joined her.
"How did you know?" Abby relented, sitting beside her friend and tucking her legs up under her.
"Just the way you talk about him, to him. The way you smiled ten times as often when you are with him. Need I go on?" Ziva smiled.
"Gibbs doesn't know yet." Abby added shyly.
"He does Abs. Trust me. He just knows these things." She reached out and placed a hand on her knee, stroking her thumb back and forth. "If I know Tim like I think I do, I would not be surprised if he asked for permission tonight." Abby smiled gently.
"Do you really think?" Ziva nodded.
"Now, I do not know about you, but I have a craving for pizza."