Okay, here is the second chapter. Enjoy and review! ;)

Ziva was sitting on the couch in one of Tony's OSU shirts, and joggers, after taking a shower. "Sweet cheeks, want anything to eat? I'm gonna order a pizza."

"I'll just share yours, I am not that hungry."

"Ok it should be here soon."

45 minutes later...

Tony had paid the delivery boy. He split the pizza into two on separate plates, and poured Ziva some white wine, whilst he had a beer. He was setting up the DVD, when she began firing questions.

"Do we have to watch one of your movies, Tony?"

"Aw come on Zi, it's the sound of music you love that."

"Fine but for an hour and then I'm going to bed."

"You're not gonna sit through the whole film? Can we have sex instead?"

"It's not like you to ask."

"Just being polite."

"Your pizza will be cold."

"Oh well."

"Hmm."

"What if I said, I just wanted you, right now."

"I'd say take me right here, right now." She whispered huskily. Tony grinned ominously, and grabbed Ziva's thighs, pulling her underneath him.

It was six thirty when Tony awoke to the sound of retching coming from the bathroom. He stood, walking in the direction of his wife's puking. When he appeared, Ziva was hunched over the toilet, he bent down grabbing hold of her hair, and rubbed circles on her back.

"Sweetheart, you alright?" After another minute of retching, she flushed the toilet and leant back into Tony's awaiting arms.

"Yes I am fine, now."

"Why don't we go lie down for a bit, then I'll call Gibbs and tell him you're not going in."

"Tony, I have to go in work." She tried getting up, but Tony pulled her back into him, before she had a chance.

"Hey I'm the husband; you gave me the right to care for you, when you married me. So I want you to stay home."

"Uh, I need to go to work." She tried to stand up again.

"Ziva please, just... Just stay home until we find out what's wrong or you get better."

"Tony-"

"For me. Please."

"Ok." She whispered.

Tony smiled. "Thank you." He kissed her quickly then helped her up, and exited the bathroom, proceeding to get dressed. Ziva soon followed, sitting on the edge of the bed.

"I want you to go to bed, and spend the day relaxing, understand?"

"Yes Boss." Her voice dripped with sarcasm.

"That's right, I am the Boss."

"We will see."

"Yes we will." Tony gave Ziva a quick kiss. "Love you."

"Love you too."

The day had gone by slowly; they still had no leads as to Cameron Beets whereabouts. It was now 5:30; Tony's desk phone rang, making him jump in his seat.

"Special Agent DiNozzo."

"Hi."

"Hey." He relaxed again.

"I wanted to see how you were."

"I'm good. A little tired but..."

"What?"

"I just can't wait to go home."

"Huh. You will be home soon enough."

"That I will. I love you."

"I love you too Tony." He put the phone down, and looked up to meet Gibbs stern stare.

"Go home."

"Boss?"

"You wanna be with your wife, there's nothing left to do here. Go."

"Thanks Boss." Tony grabbed his things and ran to catch the elevator.

Tony had speeded home; he felt he'd driven faster than Ziva, judging by the fact his stomach felt a little twisted and sick.

"Ziva. I'm home." No reply. "Ziv-" He stopped dead in his tracks, when he drank in the sight before him.

"Hello Tony."

"Uhh hi."

"You like yes?"

Tony didn't trust his voice at this moment in time; so chose to nod instead. She was stood leaning in the hallway, one arm resting gracefully above her head. She was in matching black, lacy panties and bra, a dark blue, open cut silk dressing gown, resting loosely around her shoulders. Tony felt himself drooling, transfixed by his wife. He didn't even realise she was now pressed against him.

"I think you should close your mouth, you will catch bugs yes?"

"I'll catch flies, honey. Not bugs."

"Would you rather stand here and correct my English? Or have what I'm offering?"

Smiling, he encircled his arms around her waist; "You know what I want."

"Then take it." She replied huskily. Tony pushed his lips against Ziva's passionately, grabbing hold of her waist; they made their way down the hall, a trail of clothing slowly building up behind them...

Both were sweaty and panting heavily twenty minutes later, Tony tried to move off Ziva, but she dug her nails in his back, keeping him in place.

"I'll hurt you, if I stay like this."

"I don't care. I just need your weight on me." Tony kissed her again, and rested his head on her chest, listening to her increased heart rate carefully.

"You been ok today?"

"I was sick just after you left, but apart from that fine."

"Maybe we should get you checked out by the doctor. Just to be sure."

"Honey, I am fine. I do not need doctors, really."

"Compromise. If you're sick again tomorrow, we'll go to the doctors."

"I'll think about it."

"That's the best I'm gonna get outta ya isn't it?"

"Yes." Ziva kissed his forehead, and let him move off her, spooning her from behind. He gave a gentle squeeze, as they drifted off to sleep.

The next few days the case had finally been solved, Ziva had returned to work after many arguments with both Tony and Gibbs; however she was still sick each morning. Reluctantly, she had finally agreed to go to the doctors.

"What times your appointment?"

"In an hour."

"Want me to go with you?"

"One of us must stay here, Gibbs will not like us both leaving."

"Are you gonna be ok without me? I mean I know you can look after yourself, but I can't help worrying."

"I will be fine, I am going now. I will be back soon." Ziva stood up and pulled her coat on, she walked over to Tony's desk and gave him a quick kiss. "I love you."

"I love you too. See you when you get back."

Whilst Ziva was away, Gibbs kept Tony and McGee busy, trailing through suspects for an old cold case, they were currently working on.

"Gonna see Abby."

"But Boss, we're only working cold cases." McGee blurted out, without realising that there is no point in questioning their Boss.

Gibbs just gave him his usual stare, before walking off to the elevator.

"Why do you even bother asking or talking about it, McGoo?"

"Tony just-" McGee stopped, when Ziva entered the bullpen, with a particularly unhappy expression, plastered on her face.

"Tony I need to talk to you."

"Sweetcheeks you ok?"

"Just come with me."

"Ok."

When they entered the ladies room, he locked the door, giving them their privacy. "Was everything alright at the doctors?"

"No-Uh... Yes."

"You don't seem sure."

"I do not know how to feel about this."

He studied her expressions, trying to read further into what she was saying. "What do you mean?"

"Something has happened, and I do not know how to tell you."

"Well, are you sick!" Tony's voice was partially calm, but the frantic, panicked undertone was there, and Ziva could sense it.

"No, no. Nothing like that. It's..."

"Just tell me. You can trust me with anything."

"Ok. I-I'm uh..." She paused, trying to find the right words. He gathered her hands up in his, reassurance spread throughout his facial expressions.

"Is it what I'm thinking?"

"I'm pregnant." There was a slight awkward silence between them; she was giving Tony a chance to process the information. She was confused but relieved when his 100 watt grin appeared.

"You serious?"

"Yes." She frowned, still very confused. "You are smiling." It was a statement but Tony still answered her.

"I'm happy."

"Really?"

"I'm gonna be a father." He said with much enthusiasm.

She raised her head, "I thought you would be angry."

"Why would I be angry?"

"I just- I do not know."

"Sweetheart, we're having a baby. As far as I'm concerned, that's something to be thrilled about."

He kissed her forehead. "I'm going to be an Ima."

He smiled; "Yeah you are. We can do this, you know. It's us." He kissed her with so much passion; he felt their bodies melding together in the kiss.

"Gibbs will be wondering where we are, Tony." She whispered on his lips.

Wrapping his arms around her waist, he tried to lean in for another kiss. "Let him wonder." He smiled when he received another kiss.

"We have a bed at home to do this, later."

"What if I said, I couldn't wait that long?"

Chuckling she said "I'd say no sex til later, my little hairy butt."

"You're serious?" He couldn't keep the frown from forming.

"Deadly."

"Sweetcheeks." He whined.

"Do not Sweetcheeks me Tony. I said later. It is not like I'm denying you sex forever, just until we get home."

"I love it when you say home."

"Why?"

"Coz that means you consider 'our home' to be yours, it just makes me happy."

"Considering we are married I would expect us to live in the same house. You really are strange, you know."

"But you love me for it."

She kissed him, "That I do."

"Okay, Gibbs is gonna wonder where we are."

"That is what I said!"

What did you think of Tony's reaction? Too predictable in a fluff story? My iPhone is jammed full of this story. Reviews please.