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Tony DiNozzo led in complete silence, probably for the first time in his life, and watched the gentle, steady rise and fall of his fiancé's chest. He let his gaze sink slightly to take in her tiny but recently just about noticeable baby bump. She had recently hit the three month mark and her jeans were becoming a little snug as the tiny bump appeared just below her navel. His eyes flitted across the peaceful self contented smile that was forming on Ziva's face.

"How long have you been awake?" Tony laughed a little self-consciously at being caught staring at her.

"Long enough." She answered sleepily, turning onto her side to face him. "You like staring at me, no?" He smiled gently and stroked a wayward curl behind her ear.

"You're beautiful, Zi. How can I help but stare?" A very gentle rose tint caressed her cheeks as she smiled. "You hungry?"

"No, not yet." She answered shaking her head. "I could go for a hug though?" He smiled and led on his back extending his arm to encase her.

"That sounds good to me too baby." He kissed the top of her head gently. They led in silence for several minutes. "I like Caitlin."

"What?"

"Caitlin, the name, I like it." Ziva smiled.

"Noted."

"Not necessarily as a first name, but I'd like to get it in there."

"Okay."

"And Jethro." Ziva laughed. "What? I kinda like it."

"And it has nothing to do with trying to get fairy points?"

"Brownie. No. Okay well maybe a little but I think he'd like it."

"I agree."

"Do you wanna get Tali in there?" It had been a long time since Ziva had stopped tensing when Tony mentioned her late sister's name.

"I think it would be nice, but not essential."

"Cool. So Caitlin Tali DiNozzo or Tali Caitlin DiNozzo?" Ziva smiled.

"We have six months to discuss this Tony, why must we decide now?"

"I don't know. I'd just like to know." She smiled and kissed him gently. "Okay, what was that for?"

"Must there be a reason?"

"No, no, I never said that. I was just wondering if there was one."

"Because I love you Anthony DiNozzo: that will always be the reason." The couple smiled. Ziva's cell vibrated on the dresser and Tony reached behind him to retract it from its usual place and pass it to her. "David." She answered still smiling.

"Glad you're happy."

"Abby." She assessed cheerfully, sitting up in bed. "What can I do for you this fine Sunday morning?"

"You really are happy. It's good. I wanted to talk to you about the date you still haven't reached." Ziva bit her lower lip. "Have you even talked about it since we last spoke?"

"No." She winced

"Ziva!"

"I am sorry Abby I am. We, have not got round to it, yes?" Abby sighed.

"I want a date by the end of the week David or I shan't have enough time to plan everything!"

"Okay, okay. We will discuss it and I shall get back to you, yes?"

"Yes. Okay, get back to being happy." Both women giggled.

"See you soon Abby." Ziva ended the call and, leaning over Tony, replaced it on the dresser.

"Wedding date? Really? Again?" Ziva laughed.

"How did you know?"

"Trained investigator?" He replied pointing at himself. "Also that's all she's called about for the last week and a half."

"We do need to think about it."

"Yeah we do. But you need to think about if you want our child to be there or if you want to get married before you pop." Ziva glared gently. "You also need to think about if you want Eli there." Tony reminded her slowly and Ziva tensed slightly. "I'm sorry sweetie." He sat up and kissed her side of her head as he pulled her to him.

"No, you are right. My father should be at my wedding should he not?"

"I think so."

"I shall call, tell him." She paused before rephrasing the statement. "Ask him."

"He'll want to be there Zi. He's your dad and you're his only child, he'll want to be there."

"Whom are you trying to convince Tony?"

"Both of us probably." They shared a small sad smile before Ziva sat up from him.

"What about Senior?"

"What about him?"

"Do you want him there?" Tony thought for a moment. Of course there was part of him that wanted his father at his wedding, what child wouldn't. But another part reminded him of how small he always felt when he was around. "Tony?"

"Can I get back to you on that?" She squeezed his hand.

"Of course." Ziva shifted slightly and retrieved a small notepad that was kept on her bedside table. "Okay so, Eli, possibly Senior, Obviously Gibbs, Abby, Tim, Ducky, Palmer, Brenna, Vance and family?" Tony nodded. "Any of your friends outside of NCIS?"

"I lost contact with a lot of them, a long time ago." Ziva nodded knowingly. "How about your aunt and uncle?" Ziva suddenly looked a curious mix of shock and warm happiness. "What?"

"I have only mentioned my extended family once, in all the time I have known you?"

"I remember the important stuff Zi. You're important stuff." She blushed softly as a smile crept onto her face and into her eyes.

"My aunt has not left Israeli soil for as long as I can remember and my uncle died when I was a teenager." Tony nodded.

"Looks like it'll just be us lot then."

"I like it like that."