The reception hall was set up for a crowd, with a spacious dance floor in the center of the room and round tables surrounding it. Music filled the entire space- music with a thumping techno sound.
Tony approached the table where Ziva was sitting, Azalea on her lap, and put down two heaping plates of food. "This has got to be the weirdest wedding I've ever been to. Or even seen in a movie."
"It is Abby's wedding," Ziva reminded him, wrapping one hand around Azalea's middle and picking up a fork with the other. "She is the only person I know who could pull off a black and white dress. You should have seen that specialty shop we got it from- there were some very odd selections."
"I bet," he grinned, but his face quickly went slack when she caught a glimpse over her shoulder. As he shoved a spoonful of mashed potatoes into his mouth, Ziva turned around to find Abby and McGee approaching them.
"Abby!" She stood up, taking Azalea with her. The two women hugged, careful of the squirming toddler in the crook of Ziva's arm. McGee went around them and shared a quick man-hug with Tony.
After a moment, Abby pulled back and held Ziva at arm's length. "Thank you for being one of my bridesmaids, Ziva." Eyes gleaming, she turned to Azalea. "Can I borrow your kid? Me and Timmy want to dance with her."
"Dance! Want dance," Azalea declared, seeming to come out of the bored daze all the grown-up talk had put her into.
"You go with Aunt Abby, Aza May," Ziva said, handing her over, then sat back down beside Tony. They watched the newlyweds take their daughter out on the dance floor. Abby held her hand; McGee stood off to the side. Under the table, Tony put his hand on Ziva's knee, and she smiled at him. "It seems that rule number twelve is about shot."
"More like mangled."
"Mm. Doesn't it feel like just yesterday that we got married?" she mused. "And now we have a child…"
"And soon it will be her getting married…"
Ziva spun towards him, holding up a finger. "Do not. Speak of that."
"Sorry, sorry." Tony rested his chin on her shoulder and discreetly pressed his lips against her neck. She giggled, and he began to whisper against her skin. "The wedding was amazing and all, but you know what was even better?"
When she lowered her face toward his, there was a new kind of twinkle in her eye. "The honeymoon?"
"Yeah, the honeymoon," he confirmed, kissing the side of her jaw. "We should really do that again. Do you think Azalea could stay at Gibbs' house tonight?"