Okeyyyy, here's the second chapter as promised.(:

Please review and let me know if I should continue and if you have any suggestions as to things that should happen. I'll throw Ziva and Tony's fathers in the mix as well, a few twists and turns and dilemma's to work out; I have a vague idea where I'm going with this but suggestions are ALWAYS welcome(:

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Ziva and Tony were sitting on the couch in their apartment, Tony having moved into Ziva's several months ago when he'd paid off and owned his apartment just to keep up appearances. She was curled up next to him and his hand was splayed over her bare belly; still completely awestruck and in love with the idea of having his child growing in the womb of the woman he loved. They didn't speak, just sharing the moment of sheer bliss when Tony froze and got up from his seat. Ziva watched as he walked over to where his coat hung by the doorway, digging around in the pockets until he found what he was looking for. She couldn't see the target of his search and was curious as he sat back down beside her.

"I'd planned to give you this a little differently; you know, dinner, wine, fancy clothes and everything. But now's as good a time as any, right?" he laughed, speaking riddles as he looked over at her.

"Tony, what are you talking about?" she questioned, staring at him in confusion as she tried to decrypt his words. He just chuckled again before coming away with a small object and balancing it on her knee. She gasped as she looked at the small velvet box, and turned her gaze to him. "Is this…?"

"Open it," he grinned, arm wrapped snuggly around her.

A slender shaky hand reached out to pluck the soft parcel off her knee and she held it tenderly in her hands. Her fingers gripped the lid and pried it open to see the most beautiful ring she'd ever seen. It was a simple thin white gold band with a two carat diamond set in, bordered by two one carat sapphires on either side. She idly wondered how he'd been able to afford it, as she looked up at him with tears in her eyes. He slipped off the couch and sunk onto one knee as he took her left hand in his.

"Ziva Adaiah David, I love you with all my heart. From the first day you came into NCIS I knew you were someone special. We've been through a lifetime of experiences, all wrapped up into six and a half amazing years together. You are the most amazing person I have ever met and I want to spend the rest of my life with you and our baby. I want to be a real family, Ziva. So will you make me the happiest man in the world and marry me?" he asked hopefully, staring up at her with those emerald eyes. She nodded vigorously as the tears spilled from her eyes.

"Yes, a million times yes," she choked out grinning, and he removed the ring from the box to slip onto her finger before he pulled her in his arms and kissed her passionately. When they pulled apart they were both grinning and Ziva looked down at the delicate ring on her finger. It really was perfect. He reached down and twisted it off, much to her surprise and indignation. "What do you think you are doing?"

"Look," he instructed, indicating the delicate engraving on the inside of the band. She looked closer and inhaled sharply at the small Hebrew letters.

"For my heart," Ziva translated in a whisper before he slipped the ring back on and she pulled him into another kiss.

"Ziver…" Gibbs stated her name slowly, a sparkle catching his eye and glinting from her left hand.

"Yes, Gibbs?" she responded innocently, looking up from under those thick black lashes. Silently he reached out and picked up her left hand to examine the ring there. She was quite as he contemplated and then smirked.

"DiNozzo always did have an eye for jewelry," he snorted, releasing her hand and kissing her head, "Congrats…again."

Ziva laughed quietly, "Thank you, Gibbs."

"A baby and a husband all in twenty four hours? You sure you're ready for all this?" he asked seriously, blue eyes locking on brown.

"Do you remember when you asked me if I wanted children while we were in that family's nursery?" she asked, then continued when he gave a simple nod, "I said that it was not a simple answer. And for a very long time having a husband and starting a family was ludicrous; love was something to be used against you, a weakness, and a child was a pawn to be used to control you. I would not raise a child in the world I was raised in; I would never want that for someone. But since I have become an American citizen and made a home for myself I have contemplated starting a family, though I was still uncertain."

"And now?" Gibbs returned, and Ziva just smiled.

"I never understood just how much I could love one person until I met Tony. And I never understood just how much I could want a child until I knew I would have one," she explained simply.

Gibbs was quiet, thinking of what she just told him. He had no doubt in his mind that Ziva would be the best mother a child could have. The way she was raised had taught her that a child needs love and support; not violence and guns. She and Tony would give that baby exactly what it needed; a real home where they would never question just how much his or her parents loved them; a home where their dreams would be supported and not torn apart; a home where they could run and play and enjoy being a kid; a home where they could be free to be themselves and not have to work so damned hard to please their parents, because Tony and Ziva would always be proud of their kids no matter what; a home not just a pretty house.

"Good for you, kid," he smiled, touching his thumb under her chin before sitting at his desk.

The team was out on a case and Ziva was stuck at her desk, utterly bored and with nothing to do. So she pulled out her cell phone to look up the number for her gynecologist, hitting the little green call button and pressing it to her ear. The phone rang once before it was answered.

"Hello, you've reached Dr. Hope's office, how can I help you today?" a friendly female voice said happily from the other line.

"Hello, my name is Ziva David, and I'd like to schedule an appointment for my first prenatal exam," Ziva responded politely.

"Alrighty, Miss David, how far along are you?" the secretary asked and Ziva heard the faint sounds of typing from the other end.

"About two weeks," she answered surely, "I had the lab analyst at my job confirm my pregnancy."

"Awesome! Okay, so I can schedule you in on January 28th, about four weeks from today, how would that work?" the nurse replied, still typing in information.

"Let me just check my calendar…" Ziva trailed off, looking at the calendar on her wall, "That would be just fine."

"Great! Would you like the eight o' clock appointment or the ten o' clock?"

"Ah, how about eight, please?"

"Sure thing, got ya all scheduled in. Congratulations on your pregnancy, Miss David, see you in January," the nurse said and then hung up.

Ziva put her cell phone in her bag and leaned back in her chair, her eyes slipping shut. She opened them a moment later to see Tony standing in front of her desk, staring at her with a glint of pride in his eyes.

"When did you get back?" she wondered, looking at McGee and Gibbs seated at their desks.

"About five minutes ago," Tony responded with a smirk.

"What time is it?" She moved her computer mouse to rid the monitor of the screensaver and checked the time, "I've been asleep for a half hour!"

Tony chuckled, "I guess you're sleeping for two now, huh?"

Ziva chucked a pen at him as he returned to his desk. "I have scheduled a prenatal appointment in January, I suppose you would like to come with me, yes?" she informed him, leaning back in her chair and letting her eyes shut again.

"Of course," he answered cheerfully, his face lighting up like the fourth of July.

"Hey, keep the personal stuff for your own time. On my time we got a murder to solve," Gibbs barked annoyed, but secretly thrilled for his agents. A new baby was just what their team needed; some light and happiness to chase away the darkness and evil they saw every day at work.

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