Eight weeks. Eight very short weeks ago, he had found out he was going to be a father. Thrilled was beyond what Tony was when he opened the small yellow envelope with the grainy black and white image taped to the lilac colored cardstock. He was over the moon with joy and a little fear. But nothing on earth could prepare him for what was about to come next. Registering for baby stuff.
"Do we have to do this today?" an impatient Tony sighed as he plodded along after Ziva. Ziva spun around and gave him the look of death.
"Yes." she stated. "Our child will be here before we know it, and we are not ready."
"But.." he stammered, obviously less than thrilled to be a a baby store.
"Tony, you do not have to be here. Jenny and Abby would have come with me." Ziva was a little irritated at her fiancee at the moment. "So either stop acting like a child, and help me choose, or I will call Jenny and Abby and you can go home."
"I'm sorry." he muttered.
"Do not apologize Tony."
He gave her his best sheepish smile and puppy dog eyes, knowing full well that she couldn't resist them, even before all the pregnancy induced hormones. He was right, as she gazed at him for a moment, tears began to well in her dark eyes.
"Damn hormones." she cursed.
He pulled her into a hug and kissed her softly on the head.
"Tony ten, Ziva two." he thought to himself. He successfully was out of the doghouse on this one.
After walking around the huge baby superstore for what seemed like hours, Tony stopped near a rack of tiny dresses.
"What do you think?" he held up the dress for Ziva to see.
"It's not your color." she replied with a smirk.
"Ha ha." he said, "Not for me, for our daughter."
"And you know it's a girl how?" she asked
"Well, we have a fifty percent chance of having a girl right?"
"True."
"So, what do you think of the dress for our baby girl?"
"Tony." Ziva admonished, "It is a beautiful dress, but what if we have a boy?"
"Why don't we find out?" Tony suggested as he placed the dress back on the rack.
"You do not want to be surprised?"
"I do." he replied. "Okay, so I purchased a doll house for the baby. It comes on Monday." Tony rambled.
"Is that all?" Ziva questioned, knowing that there was more to his story.
"And a Tiny Tots kitchen set complete with working sink. And I also got her a Barbie jeep, for when she's older."
"And if we have a son?"
"Then Bridget will be one lucky little girl." Tony said.
"If you want to find out, then we will find out."
"I love you." he said, embracing her once more. "Oooh, a "Name Your Baby" book."