Let's Stay Together
Summary: Sequel to Didn't Know I Was Pregnant. The team has to learn to stick together as the trials and tribulations of dealing with death threats, miscarriages, misunderstandings, and episodes of careless frivolity threaten to tear them a part. Can easily be read on its own, but will be better understood if preceded by the previous installment.
Disclaimer: I still don't own them, despite my best efforts ^_^
A/N: Okay so this is the first chapter of the sequel, but it's more of an intro, to get a feel for the ladies' mindsets. I'll do a double update day today and get the real first chapter up later today. This one will probably have some more lighthearted moments than the first one, but there will be lots of drama too! Anyway, I hope you guys like this one as well. :D
Jenny exited her doctor's office with a sigh, a prescription for prenatal vitamins in hand. She rummaged around in her purse, and pulled out her cell phone, dialing the familiar number.
"Director Shepard's office," Cynthia answered in her normal business tone.
"Cynthia."
"Oh Director. How did your appointment go?"
"Just fine Cynthia, thank you for asking. I think I'll take the rest of the day though."
"Yes ma'am. You don't have anything that can't be pushed back a day or two."
"Good. Thank you Cynthia."
"Any time Director. Have a good afternoon."
"Thank you. You do the same Cynthia. You can go home after you rearrange my schedule."
"Thank you ma'am."
Jenny ended the call with a sigh. It had been two weeks since she had taken the pregnancy test, and she had just received the confirmation that she had not wanted; She was not ready for another baby, by any means. Albeit she had not been ready for the other two either, but the twins were only six months, and she still had no idea, even remotely, where she stood with Gibbs. Gibbs. She still had to tell Gibbs. How would he react? God! She hoped he didn't propose.
Right then, she really wanted a nice, healthy glass of bourbon, or at least a cup of coffee, but she was still nursing the twins, and of course, there was the news she had just received, so a big bowl of ice cream would have to suffice. She made a sharp right into the Cold Stone Creamery parking lot, and hopped out of her car, locking the doors behind her.
She yanked the door open, lifting her sunglasses to her head; the sudden burst of cold air, sending a chill down her spine. She hugged herself, in an attempt to hold onto some of the warmth, as she walked up to the counter. There, she was greeted by a young brunette, "Hi! Welcome to Cold Stone! What can I get you?"
Jenny scanned the menu quickly, selecting things as they jumped out at her, "Um…can I have coffee ice cream, snickers, chocolate chips…fudge, brownies, and chocolate pretzels," she said, thinking to herself that she was definitely pregnant, before adding as an after thought, "Oh! And gummy bears, and raspberries too." Gummy bears and raspberries? Why the hell does that sound good?
The brunette smiled, with a "Sure," punching her order into the cash register, and added, "How far along are you?" looking back up at her.
"Excuse me?" Jenny didn't think she was showing already. She was only eight weeks.
The girl assumed a look that was a mixture of shock and fear, hoping she had not offended the red head. "You are pregnant aren't you?" she asked hastily.
"Yes, but…How did you…?"
"How did I know" she finished for her, smiling again. At Jenny's slight nod she clarified, "My big sister just had her baby last month. She was always in here ordering weird combinations. So, I'm guessing you want the biggest size right?"
Jenny grinned and nodded, "Add a chocolate dipped waffle bowl too. With sprinkles."
Ziva had taken the day off, and called in sick. She had received no protest from Gibbs, as he had seen her for the past two weeks. She needed the day to herself, time to think. She had never wanted children. She was not sure that she did, even now. She was not fit to be a mother. She slit throats; she did not bake cookies. She was a killer. It was what she did, and she had no qualms about it, but she had never thought that children should be exposed to such things. Technically, she was still Mossad, and her father would see her unborn child in the same way he had seen her; as he had seen Thali, and Ari, a killer-in-training. She had always promised herself, that if she were to have children, one day, her child would have a normal life, a safe life. They would be safe from bombs, and Hamas attacks. They would not fear for their lives every night when they went to sleep. They would have a childhood.
She looked in the mirror, taking in her flat stomach, finding it hard to believe that there was a life in there. Someone was growing inside her. She had been to the doctor last week, and he had confirmed what the home pregnancy test had told her. She was nine weeks already. Tony had been so happy when she had come home, a bottle of prenatal vitamins in hand. She had not had the heart to tell him that she was not sure if she was going to keep it. She would have to talk to him though. She only had three weeks to decide.
She sighed, pulling her tangled, brown locks into a ponytail, and padded into the kitchen to start lunch.
A/N: Review please! :)