Let the love collide
Ziva smiled, but sniffled as well. "I love you."
"I love you only more."
"Baby loves you."
"And I love baby."
Ziva smiled. "Us living together, this is going to be crazy!"
Tony smiled wide. "I know, I can't wait."
"This is exciting."
"I know it is."
The next day, the two were in the local Lowe's hardware store.
Tony looks at you Ziva, "I think the living room should be a beige?"
Ziva nodded and took a paint sampled card and smles. "Alright."
"What color is the kitchen?"
"White Tony."
"White? But wouldn't baby go through a phase and color on a wall?"
"Hmmm maybeee blue?"
Tony shrugs and grabs the sample cards. " What about rooms."
"Tony, I want the baby's room white or light pink if its a girl!"
"I was thinking a modern glossy grey and you get to your crafty things and design flowers?"
"I don't want grey in the baby's room, I like white and we can paint things according to the gender?"
"Okay, Okay. "
Ziva smiles and looks at more colors. "And our room? the office, your man cave, halls, basement?"
"Our room should be glossy. Office Ohio state colors, and halls a creamy?"
"Maybe your man cave ohio state? I like glossy for our room.. do we have any other rooms to do?Oooo, dinning room!"
Tony let's a chuckle out. "Guest rooms, and I have to be honest with you."
Ziva smiles at Tony. "You're always honest with me, you promised remember?"
"I know, but you should sit, and you will probably leave me for this, but I have to be honest and tell you."
Ziva's face fell, becoming serious. "What are you talking about?"
Tony sighed in fear and looked at his Ziva giving full eye contact. "Ziva, two years ago I was secretly married, and I have a son."
Ziva stopped her time of being, her looking, and looked angered at Tony. "WHAT!"
"It started out as an undercover op to bust drug deals."
"You are married?" Ziva throws color samples at Tony, pissed off. "Yyou got me pregnant when you are married with a child? ugh!" She throws more at him, and storms out.
Tony follows the Israeli out, and stops her. "Zi, I'm not married now, I filed divorce a long time ago."
Ziva, unlocking her door didn't even make eye contact. "Why didn't you tell me you had a kid! and a wife!"
Tears stung the Italian-American's green eyes. "I was embarrassed for dating a druggie, I thought I could help, but instead I made a mistake, and ruined life."
Ziva stood looking away from Tony.
Tony holds Ziva's car door open, and doesn't give up. "Listen to me, I made a mistake, marrying her,and I want to take it back, I really do. Ziva that whole time, I was in love with you, and I couldn't just leave my son on the streets with a drug addict."
Ziva shakes her head crying. "Did you just not trust me?"
Out of nowhere, Tony kneels onto his knees and hugs her. "Ziva, I never lost trust with you."
"Then why did you keep this from me?"
"I was so embarrassed for being associated to a drug addict, it over powered everything."
"But she had your child, Tony."
Tony nods and hugs her again. "I know, and I'm sorry, he's your godson too."
Ziva pushed Tony away from her. "Don't touch me!"
Tony hurt, nods anyways, and looks at Ziva. "I'm sorry, this is all my fault."
Ziva starts the car and closes the door looking at Tony through the opened window. "I need time."
"I understand."
Ziva went home, while Tony went to a hotel nearby, neither talking for days.