This is for all the Tiva fans. I know there's a lot of sadness out there right now. I promise that my Tiva love story will go on. I hope this tiny glimpse into one of my future stories makes some of you smile.
This is a short scene from a future story. Tony and Ziva have been married for a few months at this point.
"I have a feeling it is a girl." Ziva announced to Tony one day, completely out of the blue at the NCIS office. Well, not completely out of the blue since they had been trying for two months now.
Tony fell to his knees and cradled Ziva's flat stomach. "Tali? Can you hear me? This is your papa."
"We can? We can name her Tali?"
"Well, if we start calling her something else now she'll just get confused." Tony cooed inches from Ziva's stomach. He looked up at her from where he kneeled on the ground. "We can't change her name now that I've already told her. Don't underestimate how quick we DiNozzo's work."
"Yes Tony," she teased him, "like our whirlwind romance. Eight quick years and you had me."
Gibbs called from his desk, "If it's a boy, Jethro is a nice strong name."
"How does he do that?" he whispered up to Ziva. He and Ziva weren't even in the bullpen with him. Ziva had grabbed Tony immediately after she'd come out of the bathroom with the results of her pregnancy test. Gibbs was at least 15 feet away.
"DiNozzo, you're kneeling on the floor talking to Ziva's stomach. Us Gibbs' are pretty quick too. And your voice carries…far. Always has."
McGee poked his head around the corner. "Timothy means 'God's honor'. Also, a great name for a boy."
Long live Tiva!