Warnings: Tony/OC, fluffy
A/N: There really is no plot to this story... lol... I hope you're still enjoying! If there is anything you would like to see in this story about Tony, Leah, and Baby DiNozzo... please let me know :) And thank you everyone for your feedback! It always warms my heart to see your kind reviews :)
"DINOZZO!" Gibbs hollered as the sound of gun cracked echoed off the high rise buildings.
Tony managed to dodge the bullet just enough that it hit him in the arm. He fell to the ground, clutching at his wounded arm as two other weapon's opened fire, taking their suspect down. The world spun in front of him and he could hear Gibbs shouting his name through the pain induced fog. "Boss?"
Gibbs helped him sit up, gently supporting him. "Tony. It's gonna be fine."
"Damn it, Gibbs! It hurts!" Tony cursed through clenched teeth.
"You're just lucky it wasn't a few more inches to the right," Gibbs replied, applying pressure to the wound. "Or we wouldn't be talking right now."
Tony hissed in pain again and then closed his eyes. The team leader was right—if that bullet had gone just a few more inches to the right it would have pierced his heart and killed him. And his stomach rolled with this horrible thought—he could have been taken from Leah and the baby, left them alone. Lucky… yeah… he was extremely lucky.
Gibbs pat him on the shoulder with his free hand. "Tony… stop thinking about what could have happened. You're alive… you're fine. You're going home to Leah and the baby."
"Boss…" Tony said, opening his eyes. "That was too close."
"Too close," Gibbs repeated, with a slight smirk, "but not close enough."
He let out a slow breath. Tony knew that he had to let go of what could have happened. Being shot at was part of the job and if he got hung up on worrying about leaving his wife and son—he'd be killed. His reflexes had saved him today from an untimely death. He glanced at Gibbs. "Think Leah is going to be mad at me that I got shot?"
Gibbs shook his head. "No. I think she'll be happy that you're alive… maybe a little annoyed."
"Annoyed. That's probably the best way to describe it."
"Part of being married."
Tony looked down at his wounded arm, at the blood the seeped through both his fingers and Gibbs'. "Maybe we should… wait to call her… you know… until the docs have patched my arm up and I'm… back at NCIS… I don't want to, you know, worry her for no reason…"
Gibbs chuckled. "I think that can be arranged."
"Ok… thanks boss," Tony said, softly.
"DiNozzo…"
"Yeah?"
"Just wasn't your time."
"Yeah," Tony sighed, relieved that Gibbs spoke the truth—that it wasn't his time, because he really wasn't ready to leave just yet.
Leah bursting into tears when Tim brought him home that night was not the reaction to him being shot that Tony was expecting. He thought she would glare at him, spit out some accusation that he was too reckless and then hug him, tell him she was glad he was okay. This… the tears the scared look in her eyes… it was all new to him.
"I'm fine, I'm fine," Tony assured her, holding up his bandaged arm. "See… it's really just a scratch."
"It's not a scratch!" Leah sobbed. "It… what if… what if you hadn't… Tony! You could have died today!"
Tony pulled her into his arms and hugged her, tightly. He kissed the top of her head and just let her cry. The mood swings had really taken him by surprise the last couple of weeks. She'd be happy one moment, angry the next and then reduced to tears before he could even respond to her anger.
Leah pulled away, gripping his arms. "I'm sorry," she whimpered, "I'm sorry… I'm just…"
"Hormonal?" Tony finished for her.
"Yeah…" she swallowed back a sob. "I… it's a little overwhelming to think that I could have lost you… that we could have lost you."
Tony kissed her forehead. He didn't say anything, he knew that he didn't have too. They could communicate just through their actions. And he was telling her right now that he had been just as scared as leaving her as she had been of loosing him. He wrapped her safely into his arms once again, cherishing the moment… enjoying being alive and safe for the time being.
Leah pulled back suddenly and gasped, "Tony!" He looked up to see her pressing both hands to her belly.
"What? What is it?" Tony asked, searching her face for any signs of distress. "What's wrong?"
She reached for his hand and pressed it to her stomach. "Nothing's wrong! Do you feel it? He's kicking!"
He could feel the baby's little feet jabbing on the side of Leah's belly and a smile spread across his face. "Wow. Good kick. He'll be really good at kicking doors in."
"Or a football?"
"Or a football."
Leah leaned towards him and kissed him, and then she snuggled against him. Tony wrapped one arm around her, letting one hand affectionately rub her stomach while still feeling his son move underneath. "Tony… promise me… you won't leave," she whispered into his chest.
Tony winced from the pain in his arm as he moved to hug her tightly. He wanted to promise her that he would never leave. But his job was filled with so many uncertainties. I guess I need to start wearing a vest more… "I promise I'll be more careful."
She sighed and closed her eyes tightly. "I guess that's all I can really ask for, huh?"
He kissed her temple and held her close. It was a reversed role for them… usually it was him worrying and her reassuring him that it was going to be all right. Tony let his fingers slip through her hair, silently comforting her… until his arm began to scream in protest. "Hey… I have an idea. How about we go get dinner downtown?"
"But I'm wearing a sweatshirt and yoga pants," Leah said, glancing up at him with a little bit of a pout. "I don't have any nice maternity dresses and… well… I'm not that little anymore."
"Pizza? Don't need to dress up for that," Tony chuckled, rubbing her belly. "And I think you're beautiful no matter how big you get."
Leah frowned at him, slightly. "Sweet… I think. Could be taken as a bit of an insult."
Tony kissed her cheek. "I would never insult you."
"Nice recovery."
"I try my best."
Leah grinned at him coyly. "Let me get my keys." She went into the kitchen to retrieve them. When she came back she had something in her hand. "I forgot!" she exclaimed, holding up a onesie that read, Handsome Like Daddy. "I bought this for you today!"
Tony raised his eyebrows and smiled playfully. "Don't think that's going to fit me." He laughed when she glared at him and then kissed her. "Our son is going to look handsome in anything you put him in… after all… he has good-looking parents."
"Yeah yeah…" she said, giggling. "Let's go! Baby and I are starving!"
"Lead the way, Mommy," he chirped, grabbing a hold of her hand. As she smiled at him, laughing and beaming… he realized he was never going to get tired of calling her that and he was grateful that today a stray bullet had missed him so he could still do it.
