Title: Olivia
Author: dizzy - in - the - izzy
Rating: K+
Disclaimer: nope, nada.
A/N: So, a while ago, I wrote down some headcanons for Tony/Ziva, and their possible future child. And since I'm absolutely in love with Pregnant!Ziva stories, and I've been writing short little baby stories for them in my head recently, I decided to just make them into a multi-chaptered story. I don't know how many chapters this will be, or how far it will span, but expect a lot of family fluff and cute baby moments. The title will become relevant in possibly the next chapter.
Alright, read on!
Tony sat in the living room, the Sunday paper in his hands. He was chuckling at the news portrayal of a recent case, censored and edited. Sometimes, he couldn't believe how much they edited. He finished reading and set the paper down on the coffee table with a sigh, stretching out his legs.
He heard a frustrated sigh come from the bathroom and he stood up to see what Ziva was doing. When he turned the door handle and found it locked, his eyebrows came together.
"Ziva, what's wrong?" he asked, placing his ear against the door to hear. She grunted.
"Nothing, I am fine," she snapped, and he leaned back. He heard something rustle, and then the door flung open. She looked distressed.
"You don't look fine," he whispered, and she glared at him.
"I will be right back," she said, grabbing her purse and heading towards the door. He picked up her car keys and handed them to her, and she bent up and kissed his cheek.
"I'll be here," he said, still confused. Once the door shut, he looked around for something to do.
Twenty minutes later, she returned, handing him a chocolate bar and disappearing into the bathroom again. He stared down at the chocolate bar for a second, before setting it on the table and continuing on his task of folding the laundry. He heard the water running and paused, letting his face scrunch up in confusion.
"Are you hungry?" he yelled as the water turned off, setting another pair of socks down on the couch.
"Not really," she replied, and something in her voice told him that she was distressed. He set the shirt he was folding down and moved to the bathroom door again, sliding down the wall until he was sitting.
"Ziva, what's wrong? Talk to me," he pleaded, but she didn't respond. There was more rustling, and he heard her let out a deep breath. He thought about calling to her again, but decided not.
He sat, and he waited, pulling out his phone and texting McGee. And when McGee didn't respond, he texted Abby. It was a couple minutes before Ziva moved again, and he couldn't tell if it was a gasp or a sob. He tilted his head up, hitting ignore on Abby's text.
"Ziva, please," he whispered, and he heard the door unlock. He stayed where he was though, not sure if she was going to walk out or he should walk in. She met him halfway.
The door opened and she sat in the doorway, facing away from him. Something was in her hand, and she kept looking down at it. Finally, she handed it over to him.
"What's thi-" he stopped when he saw the blue little plus. Something in him surged, and he put his hand on his head. She didn't face him, and he had the feeling she was feeling the same rush he was.
"Is it…" he trailed off, and she gave him a dry chuckle.
"It's the second one I have taken today," she mumbled, "and the first was also positive."
He let his head fall back against the wall, staring down at the pregnancy test wrapped in toilet paper. He handed it back to Ziva, and she quietly stood to put it in the bathroom trash. When she came back, she sat right next to him. He reached over and took her hand, grasping it in both of his own.
"How do you feel about this?" he whispered, and she shook. He let go of her hands and pulled her into his arms, resting his temple on her head. She coughed, but it sounded more like a sob. He squeezed her tighter.
"I am… surprised," she breathed, and he rubbed her back.
"Me too," he whispered into her hair. She squeezed his arm.
"I'm sorry I snapped at you," she mumbled, and he pulled his head back to look down at her.
"It's okay," he kissed her forehead, "you had every right too."
"It's just... I did not know what to do, how to react," she admitted, rubbing her hands over her face. He grabbed her hands gently, pulling them to his lips. He kissed her fingers lightly, and she smiled at him.
"How do you feel now?" he asked, and she bit her bottom lip.
"I don't know," she confessed after letting out a long breath. He kissed her fingers again.
"Are you okay with this though? Do you… want to have a baby?" he asked tentatively, and it was her turn to kiss his fingers. She smiled.
"It's a joint decision," she said, and he glared at her.
"I'd like nothing more," he whispered, and a huge smile broke out on her face. She leaned forward happily and kissed him, wrapping her arms around his neck. He smiled into the kiss, holding her as she laughed, happy tears falling down her cheeks.
"You weren't worried, were you?" he asked, and she grinned sheepishly.
"I was not sure how you would react, honestly," she chuckled, and he scattered kisses across her face. She laughed.
"There's so much to plan," she said suddenly, her face becoming blank. He simply laughed, scooping her into his arms. She tucked her face into his neck, laughing again. The sound echoed through the quiet apartment, and pulled at Tony's heart.
"We've got months to plan Ziva. Don't worry. Focus on now, alright?" he whispered, pulling her up for a kiss. She smiled at him, her hands holding his face.
"Okay. I'll try."
They both laughed, and Tony held his wife tight in his arms. She started talking about planning doctor appointments, and buying a crib. Her words reached deaf ears though, because Tony wasn't really listening. He was staring at her warm, happy, glowing face. Her face was glowing, her eyes bright. He couldn't take his eyes off her face. It reminded him of their wedding day, the excited and expectant look she'd shot him as she'd danced in his arms.
She gently patted his cheek, and he came back to reality.
"You did not hear a word I said, did you?" she asked, and he laughed as he nodded.
"You look so happy," he whispered, and she rested her head on his shoulder.
"I feel happy," she mumbled, and Tony grinned. He kissed her forehead again.
"Can we fit a baby in this apartment?" she asked suddenly, and he frowned. He looked around, before looking back at Ziva.
"I don't think so," he admitted, and she frowned.
"We might have to move," she said, and he held his finger up to her lips.
"One step at a time, Ziva, one step at a time."
Reviews are always appreciated!
-Izzy