Ziva's POV:

I lay awake, my stomach growling.

Finally, I gave in. I rolled over and tapped Tony on the back.

"Tony? Tooooooooo-neeeeh?" I whispered.

"What?" He grumped into the pillow.

"Do we have any more mint chip and chocolate chip ice cream? Or peanuts?"

I heard him sigh. "No, sweetheart. You ate the entire 2 gallon tub AND the one pound bag two hours ago." He said, his voice muffled.

I put on my best puppy-dog look. "Could you please go get some more?"

He sighed again, rolling over. "Fine."

"The keys are on the counter!" I cried before he sleepily shut the door.

Tony's POV:

I may have been tired as hell, but I still managed a weary smile.

I was glad that Ziva had been settling into pregnancy quite normally, despite the circumstances.

Maybe things could turn out okay.

I was used to Ziva's insane cravings by now. They shot from rye bread to Snickers to grapefruit. Every night. I checked my watch: almost midnight.

I walked up to the front register of the mini-mart, with another 2 gallon tub of ice cream and another bag of peanuts. The cashier raised his eyebrows.

"She's pregnant." I said simply.

"Oh." He said, suddenly seeming to understand.

He scanned them and put them in the brown paper bag.

"Thanks." I grinned tiredly, picking up the bag.

I froze when I heard an all-too familiar noise, one that usually sent chills running down my spine, even though I had been in the crime-fighting industry for years.

The gun cock terrified me.

"Give me all the money!" A deep voice cried. I turned around slowly to see a man, dressed in black form head to toe.

Get down! Get down!" He cried, staring directly at me. I lifted up my arms in a sign of defeat, and slowly lay on the ground.

"Stay down!" he warned. He turned again to the cashier, so close that he was staring down the barrel of the man's gun.

"All the money. Now." He demanded. The cashier's eyes widened, and he threw open the drawer.

I was on my stomach. He was about six feet in front of me. I looked around. Only about four people were with me, all shaking and terrified.

I narrowed my eyes, and slowly began to inch my way across the tile. One man stared at me with wide eyes. I pressed my finger to my lips and kept crawling. I winced as my keys jangled slightly, but the robber didn't seem to notice.

I inched forward about another foot, painstakingly slow, until I was lying directly at his feet.

Now.

I kicked out with every bit of my strength. I caught him in the knees, and he tumbled to the ground. Quickly, I jumped on top of him and wrenched his gun out of his hands. He rolled me over and landed a blow to my face, and I tasted a steady stream of blood, and something warm and wet on my cheek. I put up my arms defensively, but suddenly, he rolled off of me. I heard the sound of fist on flesh, and the man groaned. I jumped up, and saw the man, out cold on the floor, with a delicate foot planted on his chest.

I looked up into the eyes of an extremely pissed-off Ziva.

"Damn, Tony, I said ice cream and peanuts, not start a fight." She sighed, pressing her foot harder into his chest. He groaned.

I grinned. "Nothing stops you, David. Not even pregnancy." I smiled, and kissed her cheek. I looked down at the robber. "Man. He looks beat up."

"He's just lucky I didn't have a paperclip with me." She sighed.

Ziva's POV:

I was staring at a calendar, tapping the days, counting them over and over.

I suddenly felt a pair of hands on my shoulders.

"Whatcha doing?" Tony asked.

"Four months."

"What?"

"Four months until the baby comes."

"I knew that."

"Four months is all I have, Tony." I whipped around, taking him by the shoulders.

"All you have to what?"

"To make sure this is the life I want."

Tony chuckled. "By this point, I'm not sure how much of a choice you have."

I glared at him. "Not funny."

"Zi, would you stop worrying? Everything is gonna turn out fine." Tony said, planting a delicate kiss on my lips.

"How do you know that?"

"I'm here. And as long as I'm here, I promise, nothing bad will happen." He took my hand, and interlaced his fingers with mine, rocking me back and forth.

I looked up at him. "I'm terrified."

"About what?" He asked, still rocking me back and forth to an imaginary beat.

"I've never had a child in my care for more than 24 hours. How am I gonna last nineteen years?"

"No parent is sincerely prepared, Zi. They have to learn as they go. Besides, I'm sure Abby and Gibbs and McGee will be practically jumping out of their seats to help us out. Well, Abby, at least." He chuckled quietly. He twirled me around, and I felt the baby nudge me. I smiled. He was absolutely right. Whether I liked it or not, they were my family. The family that I had never really had. The family that came to me when I needed them the most, during my roughest years. When my only real family left me to die, they came and rescued me, and they welcomed me home.

My family didn't, and wouldn't ever, leave me behind.

Short chapter, I know. But it's a good one!

Little Disney moment there:

Ohana means family. And family means nobody gets left behind. Or forgotten.

-Stitch, from Lilo And Stitch

Dammit, I feel a tear in my eye!

Oh well.

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-Vi