Thank you to all for following this story and reviewing. I am flattered and glad that you feel I am doing this genre justice thus far.

I should say that the posting of this fic was in response to a request from someone who asked not to be named. MPREG/ Belly kink is not necessarily something I am really into, I prefer the Hurt/ comfort aspects of MPREG stories but it was part of the request soo...I kind of like kink!Gibbs. We just know he's got to have some, right?

Thank you all again. Please, if you have any suggestions, etc. I'd love to hear them. You have no idea how much a few words of encouragement mean.

Jethro stared down at the rapidly spreading stain on the sheets. From the look of it, Tony's water was clear which they both knew to be a good sign. Quickly turning back to Tony, he found that the younger man was blushing furiously and quaking a little. "It's okay," he soothed, wrapping him in his arms. Even though Tony had a good two inches on him, he suddenly seemed much smaller and more vulnerable.

"I'm so sorry," DiNozzo muttered in embarrassment.

"For what? Your water breaking?" He looked at Tony earnestly, forced him to meet his eyes. "Listen to me, Anthony DiNozzo-Gibbs, nothing that happens because of this baby is cause for embarrassment and I'm telling you, it's gonna get a lot more gross than that." He smiled gently. "I love you, and all the gross stuff in the world isn't going to change that, okay" he chided.

Tony nodded gratefully and took a shaky breath. "Guess it just surprised me. This is really happening isn't it?"

"No turning back now," Jethro laid a hand on Tony's stomach and held his gaze a moment. He wasn't going to pretend that it wasn't overwhelming for him as well. "Why don't you shower off really quickly and I'll take care of this." He indicated the bed.

"How did I get so lucky?" Tony asked wistfully as he stepped out of Jethro's arms and turned for the bathroom.

"You were just the only one who would put up with me," Gibbs grunted as he began stripping the bed.

Once Tony had disappeared and he heard the water running in the shower, he made quick work of pulling off the soaked sheets and bed pad and running them downstairs to the laundry before heading back to finish the job. He flipped open his phone and dialed Palmer's number while he grabbed fresh linens and another absorbent pad from the stockpile of things they had prepared. When he gave Jimmy the quick update, Palmer told him he would start getting his things together to come check Tony's progress.

By the sound of things, Tony was still in the shower and Gibbs managed to get the bed mostly made up before the younger man cried out sharply and called out to him.

Tony was enjoying the feeling of warm water running comfortingly over his back, hips, and belly when the next contraction hit hard. Without the cushion of his amniotic fluid the pain was much sharper, wrapping all the way around his stomach and digging viciously into his back. He leaned forward and braced himself against the wall, panting hard and trying to control his breathing the way he had learned. Jethro was suddenly there supporting him, rubbing his back in soothing circles until his muscles released again.

"Okay, that sucked." Tony pushed himself up, still leaning on Jethro a little. Gibbs was now soaking wet as well.

"Six minutes. Looks like your water breaking might move things along a little." He turned off the shower and helped DiNozzo dry off before taking care of himself. "I called Palmer, he'll be over in a little while. Thought it might be good to at least find out how dilated you are and check the baby."

Tony nodded in agreement and waddled somewhat uncomfortably back into the bedroom with Gibbs following closely behind. After the last contraction the baby was pressing even lower and his hips felt stretched. "Think Jimmy will care if I'm walking around in the buff?" he eyed his sweats but the thought of putting anything around his belly right now was vastly unappealing.

"I think he can handle it. How about a long t-shirt? You don't have to if you don't want to but you might get a little chilled." Jethro dug around in his drawers for something loose and soft and offered Tony an option.

Deciding Gibbs was right as usual, Tony tugged the soft cotton over his head and let it settle around him. It did feel comforting to be a little bit covered.

Jethro pulled on some grey sweats but stayed bared to the waist. He grabbed a few blankets and sheets to cover the couch downstairs in case Tony wanted them and helped DiNozzo down the stairs. The younger man's center of gravity had shifted and he seemed a little more unsteady than usual.

Almost as soon as they made it to the living room, Tony felt another contraction building and he turned to Gibbs for support, wrapping his arms around his partner's neck and clinging to him as he swayed gently back and forth. The movement definitely seemed to help with the pain in his hips and back this time.

Gibbs laid out blankets on the couch and checked a few things in the kitchen while Tony paced between contractions. They got through two more cycles in relative silence, rocking to the internal rhythm of Tony's body with each powerful spasm.

"You want anything? Music? Something on TV?" Jethro offered once the most recent contraction had passed.

Tony thought about it for a minute. "Music," he decided, "something soft."

Gibbs flipped through his collection of records and selected something that seemed particularly significant and appropriate to the moment. As he placed the needle on the record, the unmistakable croon of Billy Holiday filled the room and DiNozzo broke out in a broad grin.

"You remembered."

"That you like Billy Holiday? How could I forget," he said huskily, stepping in when he saw Tony's jaw clench, indicating the start of yet another contraction. It hadn't been anywhere close to six minutes yet but he wrapped his arms around the younger man and moved his hands up and down his back to ease his pain and the fear he saw growing in his eyes as things rapidly grew more intense.

"Shit, this hurts," Tony huffed as he began to breathe through it.

"I remember this album playing the night you came here and I knew that something had changed, just knew you weren't leaving until you got what you came for whether I was ready for it or not." Gibbs murmured in his ear as they swayed.

"You're…still stubborn." Tony's voice was tense, breathless.

"Always." The contraction seemed to be going on and on this time and Tony was starting to tremble. He could feel the pure power of it against his own stomach and wished there was anything in the world he could do to make it easier.

"Listened to this….the night….the night we made her." His contractions definitely had a beginning, a middle, and an end now and the peak of this one made his legs shake. When it was over he was covered in a fine sheen of sweat and just continued to cling to Gibbs, taking deep breaths.

"How did you know?" Jethro was glad the pain had passed but he knew it was still just the beginning.

"Felt different. I couldn't have told you then but once we found out for sure I just knew that was the night." He hesitated a moment, lifting his head from Jethro's shoulder. "Don't look now Gibbs but I think we're dancing."

Indeed they were continuing to sway slowly together, lost in the memory and the music. Jethro leaned forward and kissed Tony. A chaste kiss, but a lingering one that conveyed everything he was feeling at the moment without the cumbersome burden of words.

They heard a car pull up in the driveway and broke apart reluctantly with a few lingering caresses, knowing that their time alone had finally come to an end.

More to come very very soon