Moans & Groans:
Ziva stormed into her apartment with Tony quickly behind, he layed all nineteen bags down on the floor before following Ziva into her bedroom. "What the hell is the matter?" he barked harshly. "Ziva glared at him, "My family just spent fifteen thousand dollars on an imaginary baby." "Hey! That's not my fault!" "Yes it is it's your entire fault! The phone, the pregnancy!" Ziva whispered loudly. "You asked for my help! I'm sorry if it didn't work." Tony growled. Ziva grabbed a pillow from the bed and attacked Tony heavily with it. Tony fell back onto the bed, Ziva climbed on top of him, and pressed the pillow down hard onto his face, ignoring his kicking and flailing.
"No Way" Abby said. I nodded, "And" I added, I had Abby hanging on to my every word. "She kissed him." Abby gasped, "NO." "YES." "IT MUSN'T HAVE BEEN ZIVA. It must just have been somebody that looked like her." I shook my head. "A woman called her name and she came." Abby picked up her phone and dialed a number, "What are you doing?" I asked sitting up. "I'm calling Ziva, there's no way Ziva's pregnant and would not tell me." I was scared now, Ziva is gonna kill me if she was actually pregnant. I reached up quickly as I tried to grab the phone, she held me back. "Hi. I'm Abby Scuito. I'm looking for Ziva."
"Um, let me see if I can get her for you." Rivka said as she walked over to Ziva's bedroom door, she was about to knock when Ziva was heard through the door, "I've been waiting to do this all day long." She said seductively. Before a loud groan was heard, "Ziva! Stop!" Tony shouted. Rivka grinned, "I'm sorry, she's busy right now I'll have her call you back." She quickly shut the phone without an answer from the other line.
A loud thump, soon followed by a crash comes from her bedroom. "Ziva, teteleh, are you okay?" Only a loud moan answered back.
Ziva climbed up on the bed next to Tony panting. "We're dead. We're really dead." Tony nodded, "We could always adopt." He whispered. "It can take over a year to adopt." Tony sighed, "Let's just tell them the truth. That or…" "Or you knock me up." Ziva said. "Or knock you up." Tony sighed. Ziva sat up, "Let's tell them." "You sure?" Tony said, uneasily.
Ziva nodded. They both slowly opened the door, and walked out into the living room where Aunt Nettie was assembling the crib. "Aunt Nettie. Ima. There's something I need to you." Ziva started. "Us too. Ziva-leh, you see Matthew said he will be staying with a friend for the rest of the trip, so you can turn the guest room into a nursery!" Rivka said excitedly. "That's a great idea but-." Ziva was cut off when Aunt Nettie finshied for her mother. "We've been having so much fun here today, that we decided that we would stay here." "Like for another week?" Tony asked guardedly. "Until the baby's born." Rivka said as she handed Aunt Nettie another baby outfit. Ziva backed up slowly into the bedroom, pushing Tony back with her. "We'd love for you to stay." She said before she shut the door. "She cannot stay" she whispered as soon as the door was shut. "I know." Tony said as he ran his hands through his hair. "I mean Tony. My life to them is a lie. I am not married, I am not pregnant, I am not in love, I am not anything-."
She was cut off by Tony pressing his lips to hers. Ziva slowly pulled away, "W-what was that for?" she asked quietly. "To get you to shut up." He said grinning. Ziva slowly wrapped her arms around his neck. "Well maybe I should shut up more often." Tony shrugged, "Maybe."
2 Hours Later….
A small quiet knock awoke Anthony DiNozzo, from his dreamless dream. "Who is it?" he asked groggily. "Tony. Supper is ready." Aunt Nettie said through the door. "I'll be right there." Tony gently shook Ziva's shoulder. "Ziva, Zi, come on wake up." Ziva groaned. "Why?" "Dinner's ready." Ziva pulled the covers over her bare body, "I'm not hungry." She mumbled before she buried her head back in her pillow. "All right." He said as he threw on a pair of basketball shorts, and a t-shirt. The shirt and shorts from this morning were thrown carelessly beside the bed; he kicked up under next to Ziva's own stack. He quickly exits the room, and quietly shuts the door. "Ziva not coming to Dinner, Agent DiNozzo?" Aunt Nettie asked as she set the table. "Naw, she said she wasn't hungry."
Tony took his spot at the table, "No wonder where Ziva's a great cook." Tony said. Rivka smiled as she set a plate of spaghetti in front of him. "Thank You." Rivka said. "So, Tony, you and Ziva were in there for a long period of time." Aunt Nettie said smirking. "Yeah, we were uh talking." Tony lied; he took a sip of the lemonade in front of him to keep from saying something. "Talking About what?" Rivka said as she sat down next to Aunt Nettie.
Tony thought quick on his feet, "Names. For the baby." "Like what?" "Um, Ziva really liked Sarah."
Her mother smiled, "Did you know Sarah meant Princess?" Tony shook his head, "No Ma'am."
"Any other names?" Aunt Nettie asked. "We talked about Isabella." "That one means My god is a vow."
Tony nodded understandingly, "I kinda liked that one. It sounded Italian." "You are Italian?" Aunt Nettie asked. "By Blood and Heart." Tony grinned. "Sophia is a Italian name." "And Gianna, it Hebrew and Italian." Tony nodded, "I'll make sure to tell Ziva." "What about Aimee?" a quiet voice said. Everybody turned to see Ziva leaning against a door frame in a bright pink nightgown stopping at her thigh. "Hey, sweet cheeks. I thought you weren't hungry?" "I am not, but your voice is way too loud not to hear. But, uh. Mom, Aunt Nettie what did you do while Tony and I were….talking?" Ziva asked with great caution at the end.
Aunt Nettie pointed her fork at the door, "Why don't the two of you go look for yourselves." Ziva looked at Tony with great worry, before slowly making way to room. She slowly pushed open the door to the room, and gasped. The room was a light purple, almost a lilac. The crib was set against the wall and next to wall was the matching white bookshelf, already filled with books. The ottoman Tony chose sat in corner with bright pink blanket draped over it. Toys were set neatly along the shelves on the wall.
"Oh my god." Ziva breathed. "We're dead." Ziva nodded in agreement