He woke to find a positive pregnancy test staring him in the face; she awoke to a gift of her own
They'd been 'unofficially' trying for months.
There was no big thing made by either of them of making love at certain times or changing anything they did to fit around what made conception most likely.
Nor did they sit together staring at pregnancy tests, praying for a positive result.
Nor did they cry when it became obvious they weren't pregnant.
But none the less, a conversation had occurred.
A very small conversation consisting of Ziva merely saying that if he was okay with it, she'd like to start trying.
He'd amused her no end when he made a big show of throwing out the box of condoms they kept in the top draw of his bedside cabinet and tossing in her birth control pills for good measure.
But yet again, the month came and went and while a little disappointed each time he saw tampons on the shopping list, Jethro realised that if they started stressing about it, it would only get harder.
Ziva seemed to take it better than he did.
She still got that horrid look of disappointment, which lingered in the very edges of her gaze for a few days, but she didn't let it get to her. She carried on as normal, only now slightly more aware of the calendar on her desk and in the kitchen.
They'd almost forgotten they were trying by the time it happened, so when Ziva woke up one morning, not feeling well, they put it down to over-exertion at work and she took the morning off before going in at lunchtime feeling suddenly much better.
Two weeks passed from that morning and Jethro had forgotten all about it, back to back cases occupying his mind and not allowing for much else.
They both fell into bed Friday night, exhausted, and were asleep within minutes, curled in each other's arms.
Saturday morning and Ziva rose with the sun, before rushing to the bathroom to be sick.
Once her stomach was empty and she'd brushed her teeth, she found herself in the kitchen, sipping water and staring at the calendar, just wondering.
Jethro would later question how she managed to get out the house and to the store and back without him noticing, but all logical thought left his head when he woke to find a very positive pregnancy test on its side on his wife's pillow, facing him.
"Good morning, Jethro." Ziva murmured from her place leaning against the window behind him.
He reached for the test, and held it for a moment, before turning to face her and sitting up.
"Morning Beautiful." He murmured. "You forget something when you got up this morning?" He teased softly.
Ziva smiled.
"I have no idea how that got there."
He chuckled before holding out his arm and pulling her into his lap when she got close enough.
"You sure this is right?"
There was a hesitant elation in his eyes that made Ziva's heart flutter.
"Well, that is number six so, I presume so." She told him with a self-aware smirk.
He laughed out loud and tipped her into the bed, smothering her face in kisses, the test never leaving his hand even as he linked it with hers while they celebrated, twice.
They spent the day talking about the logistics of her being pregnant, when they would tell people, how work would work, and the such but neither of them stopped smiling.
Sunday morning, it was Jethro who was up early, though not quite as early as she had been.
When Ziva woke up she found herself curled into a very much awake Jethro's side, with an A4 sized box between them.
"Morning." Jethro husked when he felt her breathing change signalling that she was awake.
"Mmm, good morning." She sat up and leaned heavily into him, reveling in his strong, warm arm around her shoulder. "What's this?"
Jethro shrugged.
"Guess you better open it and find out."
Ziva shook her head with a smile before sitting up slightly more independently. She carefully picked up the box and brought it into her lap before shooting him a questioning look.
"Just open it Ziva."
She chuckled before looking down at it once more, carefully tracing the thick yellow ribbon decorating the lid.
He watched her in fascination as her eyes followed her finger's exploration.
He let her have the moment, knowing that she was committing the moment to memory before she slipped off the lid of the box.
Ziva gasped.
Folded inside the box was a tiny newborn sleep suit.
It was crystal white with bold purple letters saying 'If you think I'm cute, you should see my Mommy!"
Ziva chuckled thickly, gently tracing a finger just above the satin soft material.
"You can touch it y'know." Jethro smiled, watching as a beautifully shy smile curved her lips as she lifted out the suit with such a level of gentleness, you would have thought their child was already wearing it.
A soft metal on cardboard thump attracted her attention as she looked back down at the box on her lap.
"Couldn't resist, either of them." Jethro explained softly while Ziva carefully set aside the sleep suit and picked up the dainty charm he had hidden beneath it; a baby pink plus sign.
"Oh." She breathed, unable to voice the emotions running through her head.
Jethro smiled.
"Want me to put it on or you wanna stare some more first?"
It was a genuine question.
The amount of times he'd go to talk to her while they were at home and he'd find her engrossed in staring at her bracelet, he knew how she loved to find each and every minuet detail.
She was silent for a few more seconds before holding it out in her open palm.
Jethro smiled at her warmly, taking the charm in between his fingers and sliding it onto her bracelet, kissing the inside of her wrist over the clasp once he was done.
"Thank you Jethro, for them both."
He smiled, cupping her cheek in his hand.
"Thank you for your gift too." He laid his spare hand low on her abdomen as he leaned in, drawing her in for a lazy kiss.
