Christmas and New Years were long behind them and Valentine's Day was a week away. Maggie was planning a nice romantic dinner for her and Gibbs but she was so tired she couldn't keep her eyes open to look through the cook books for ideas.

"This is just fucking stupid." Maggie slammed the book closed.

Freckles looked up from her bed, her ears perked up.

"Why am I this damned tired?"

She got up from the kitchen stool and stretched her arms over her head. There had been a lot of reports to write for school. The program at the school was under review and she needed to make sure all the paperwork was in order. That stressed her out a bit. She thought about going for a run, but another jaw cracking yawn put that to an end.

Walking into the living room, she grabbed the afghan, lie down on the couch and fell asleep. Maybe if she could take a short nap, she'd feel better.

Gibbs pulled his truck behind Maggie's car in the driveway. The house was dark. Gibbs walked into the kitchen and turned on the light. He saw Freckles trot in from the living room and stretch.

"Need to go out girl?" Freckles let out a little bark and bound through the door into the yard.

Gibbs walked into the living room and found Maggie asleep on the couch. He crouched down next to her and shook her shoulder gently.

"Hey Sleeping Beauty."

Maggie opened her eyes. "Holy crap, what time is it?"

"About 7:00. You feeling okay?" Gibbs put his hand to her forehead and felt for a temperature.

"I'm fine. I've just been really tired, that's all." Maggie assured him, sitting up on the couch. As she went to stand the room spun. Gibbs instinctively grabbed her arms to steady here.

"My ass you're just tired." Gibbs sounded truly concerned.

"Tired and hungry, that's all. My appetite is off lately too. Really Gibbs I'm fine."

"What's bringing this on?" he asked his wife as he followed her into the kitchen.

"Recertification at the school. Tons of paperwork. Just a bit of stress that's all." Maggie assured him, but Gibbs wasn't buying it.

Maggie was the epitome of healthy. She ran every day, took a yoga or Pilates class, one of those classes that makes you bend in weird ways he thought. She wasn't a health nut in the food department, but she ate well. Not a lot of junk food, lots of water.

"I'll warm up some sauce. Can you put the water on for pasta?"

Gibbs kept an eye on Maggie during dinner. She pushed the pasta around the bowl and only ate a few forkfuls of it. After dinner Gibbs asked if she wanted to go out and work in the garage. He'd been working on a bench for the porch and Maggie usually sat with him and they talked or she worked on the plant stand she was refinishing. But tonight she declined and said she was going to bed early. She was more tired than she thought.

The alarm went off at 5 a.m. Gibbs got up first and would let Maggie sleep until 5:30. He got into the shower and was just lathering up his hair when he heard Maggie run into the bathroom and throw up in the toilet. Quickly he rinsed his hair off and turned the taps off before wrapping a towel around his waist. Maggie was throwing up again when he came out.

"That's it. You're calling in sick and going to see your doctor." Gibbs said as he handed her a wash cloth. "I'm going to call Tony and tell him I'll be late."

"You'll do no such thing." Maggie stood up after she felt the need to puke again had passed. "I'm a big girl and can go alone."

"I'm taking you." Gibbs said again as they walked into the bedroom.

Maggie didn't answer him. She picked up her cellphone and called in to the absentee line for teachers.

"I may not get an appointment until later in the day Gibbs." She said as she crawled back under the covers. "It's flu season remember? I'm just gonna go back to sleep and I'll call when the office is open."

Maggie went right back to sleep. Gibbs finished dressing and went to check on Maggie again. She didn't have a fever, which was a good sign he guessed as he pulled the blanket up over her shoulders.

When Gibbs got back into the office after being out in the field, there was a message from Maggie saying she'd gotten a 5:00 appointment and she'd talk to him when he got home. She told him to pick up dinner in case she was at the doctors longer than expected due to the doctor's schedule. Gibbs stopped to pick up Chinese food on the way home. Maggie's car was parked in the driveway and the bedroom light was on upstairs.

"Maggie?" Gibbs called as he walked into the kitchen.

"Upstairs." Came the reply from the second floor.

Gibbs took the stairs two at a time and walked down to the bedroom. Maggie was sitting in the middle of the bed, an odd expression on her face.

"What did the doctor say? Is it the flu?" he asked as he hung his coat up.

"Nope, not the flu."

"Well what?" Gibbs asked.

"Go look on the bathroom counter."

Gibbs gave her a confused look as he walked into the bathroom. There on the counter were 4 pregnancy tests, each taken. He picked each of them up and read them. He carried one of them to the door and looked over at Maggie.

"You're pregnant?"

"I'm pregnant." Maggie nodded.

"I thought…I thought you couldn't get pregnant." Gibbs answer came out a bit stronger than intended.

"Doctors told me that I couldn't, but when I was examined today they ran the blood tests and they came back pregnant. I mean it's been almost 25 years. Not once did I get pregnant after Jamie." Maggie realized she was babbling and that her husband was just staring at her.

"Gibbs, say something. "

Gibbs was dumbfounded at the news. He stood in the bathroom doorway, pregnancy test in one hand, staring at his wife. Maggie was sitting in the middle of the bed, legs crossed, and pillow in her lap and she was tugging at the pillow case waiting for her husband to say something. He could feel his heart beating in his chest. He was going to be a father… again.

"Gibbs, please you're starting to scare me. Say something. Anything. Storm out of the room angry. Standing there staring at me isn't helping." Maggie fought the tears building behind her eyes, but it didn't help and they started to fall.

Gibbs knew he was being an ass, he was just in shock. Seeing Maggie start to cry broke the spell and he moved quickly to the bed and wrapped his arms around her.

"Don't cry." He held her and ran his hand up and down her back. "I'm not mad."

Maggie mumbled something into his shoulder.

Gibbs leaned back and brushed her tears away. "Didn't quite get that."

"You're not mad, but are you happy?"

"How do you feel about it?" He deflected the question back to her.

"I'm shocked. I thought it wasn't possible. I mean Jamie is almost 25 and I had such a rough pregnancy with him that the doctors said I probably wouldn't get pregnant again."

"Probably?"

"It never happened Gibbs. James and I tried and it never happened. Then he died and well…"

"What did your lady doctor say?" Gibbs wanted to know.

"She recommended me to a specialist. Someone who deals in high risk pregnancy."

"This will be a high risk pregnancy?"

"I don't know yet Gibbs. Women my age can still have babies safely. It's the pregnancy with Jamie that made her refer me." Maggie paused to catch her breath. "Do you want to come with me?"

Gibbs' smile didn't quite reach his eyes. "Tell me when."

"Tomorrow morning."

It wasn't lost on Maggie that Gibbs hadn't said if he was happy or not about the pregnancy. He'd only told her he wasn't angry. Maggie told Gibbs the appointment was at 9am the next morning. He was going to go into work and meet her at the doctor's office. She told Gibbs she wasn't hungry and went to bed early. Gibbs sat in the kitchen alone eating the Chinese food. Well, he was actually picking at it. His appetite was off too. Pushing the container away from him he picked up his beer and took a long sip of it. What was wrong with him? The news wasn't bad news, it was unexpected. After he lost Kelly he never thought of having children again. Okay, his ex-wife Stephanie had a miscarriage when they were in Moscow and he had thought he was Tomas' father, but that wasn't true. Jamie was his step-son and he loved being step-father to the young man. He loved being godfather to Amira and spending time with her.

Gibbs suddenly slapped the back of his own head. Maggie wanted to know if he was happy about the pregnancy. He didn't answer because he didn't know if he was happy. Maybe he was selfish and didn't want to share Maggie with a baby. Maybe he didn't want to go through all of that again. He heard 'high risk pregnancy' and he got scared. Scared that Maggie could die and right now he'd rather have Maggie alive and well than a baby. That truth scared him too.

Maggie hadn't fallen right to sleep. She could hear Gibbs in the kitchen, he'd put the radio on and was listening to the news or something on the radio. Try as she might, she couldn't fall asleep. Gibbs didn't look happy about the news. Outside of the first time they'd slept together and she'd told him she couldn't get pregnant, there was never another discussion about protection. Maggie woke up close to midnight to use the bathroom, she saw that the lights on in the garage so she knew he was out there working on something. The basement in his old house had always been his go to for escape when he was avoiding or upset. Maggie knew he was doing that again tonight.

The kitchen was terribly silent the next morning while they sat there; Gibbs drank his coffee while Maggie watched him with envy. No coffee for her now; not the way she drank it before.

"I can have an abortion." Maggie blurted out to Gibbs making him choke on his coffee.

"No." He said when he finally stopped coughing. "Absolutely not."

He hadn't said much more besides kissing her on the forehead and telling her he'd see her at 9. Maggie stood with her back against the door after he left. There was no I Iove you, just a kiss on the head. They had had arguments over the past year, dumb things like where the jam goes or his leaving a little a little milk in the carton. Arguments were always settled before they went to bed, but this was different and Maggie was worried.

Gibbs met Maggie in the lobby of the brick and glass office building. He followed her down the hall and into the office. Immediately he felt out of place in the waiting room with women in various stages of pregnancy sitting reading magazines to the posters on the wall advertising the benefits of breast feeding. He took a seat and reached for a magazine that showed a beaming pregnant woman and her large stomach painted with a red heart for Valentine's Day. Gibbs put the magazine back down and watched as Maggie sat back down next to him to fill out paperwork. He was thankful that the wait to see the doctor wasn't long.

"Nice to meet you Mr. and Mrs. Gibbs. I'm Dr. Susannah Richman." The doctor sat down opposite Maggie and Gibbs at her desk. Gibbs thought she looked awful young to be a doctor.

"I know that look Mr. Gibbs, I am old enough to be a doctor and I've been specializing in high risk pregnancies from the start." Dr. Richman smiled at him. "Now let's look at Maggie's records."

Maggie took a deep breath and nodded. She felt Gibbs take her hand in his again and squeeze it.

"It says here that you had a complicated pregnancy with your son."

"Yes, I had a hard time getting pregnant with Jamie and I was very sick, terrible morning sickness and then I had complete placenta previa causing Jamie to be born a month early." Maggie confirmed.

Gibbs had no idea what that meant, he made a mental note to find out.

"And you didn't get pregnant again?" the doctor asked while she continued to read over the paperwork.

"No. All my life my periods have been irregular and that continued after Jamie was born. My late husband and I tried, but it just didn't happen."

"Was your late husband ever tested?" the doctor wanted to know.

"Tested? For what?" Maggie was confused.

"You assumed it was just on your part that you couldn't get pregnant, but there is the possibility that it was partially his fault as well. He may have had a low sperm count."

Gibbs closed his eyes. Were they really talking about James' sperm count?

"Well there is no way of knowing that now." Dr. Richman continued. "And it has no real bearing on this baby. So, let's do an exam and we'll see where we are."

The doctor got up and led Gibbs and Maggie to an examination room. "Will you be staying?" Dr. Richman's nurse asked Gibbs.

"Yes." Gibbs answered before Maggie told him he could wait outside.

The nurse handed Maggie a gown and a small blanket to cover herself while they waited for the doctor to come back. Maggie slipped into the small bathroom off of the exam room and changed into the gown. Gibbs had never been in an obstetrician's exam room. He took everything in. There was a padded table with stirrups tucked into it at the end. A small sink and cabinets took up an area in the corner and there were diagrams of pregnancies everywhere. Gibbs walked over to a pamphlet holder that advocated the benefits of breast feeding and another on home births and one on water births. He was reading the on water births when Maggie came out of the bathroom.

"You can totally forget that one. I'm hospital and pain killers all the way." Maggie told Gibbs as she stepped up on the small step and sat on the examination table.

"Good." Gibbs put the pamphlet back and looked at Maggie "Who wants to give birth like a dolphin?" His face was complete confusion.

"You weren't around when Shannon had Kelly were you?"

"Deployed. Missed most of the pregnancy too." Gibbs took the small blanket the nurse had given Maggie and placed it over her legs.

"So this is your first time in an exam room?" Maggie didn't expect Gibbs to answer, he looked uncomfortable enough. "But you've delivered a baby, remember?"

"How can I forget? Ziva made me." Gibbs replied remembering that Christmas Eve a few years ago.

A soft knock on the door announced Dr. Richman was ready to do the exam.

"Okay, Mr. Gibbs."

"Just Gibbs is fine." Gibbs told the doctor.

"Okay, Gibbs, why don't you go stand by Maggie's head. Maggie, you can lay back and slip your bottom down to the edge. Good."

Gibbs stood silently and watched as Maggie's feet were put into the stirrups and the doctor sat at a stool at her feet. A bright light was shown down in the area of Maggie's vagina and Gibbs felt a little uncomfortable. Maggie stifled a grin and took her husband's hand. If he had a clear shot for the door he would have taken it and left the room.

The doctor pulled out an instrument from a sealed plastic bag and Gibbs watched as the instrument was inserted into Maggie and he heard the clicking after it was in.

"Is that supposed to make that sound?"

The three women in the room, Maggie, Dr. Richman and the female nurse all smiled at him like he was the village idiot.

"It's perfectly normal Gibbs. I'm making some room so I can try to see how Maggie is doing down there."

"You don't have to tell me anymore." Gibbs shook his head.

Dr. Richman finished her internal exam and ran a tape measure over Maggie's belly. When she finished, she told Maggie to get dressed and meet her back in the office.

"Okay, everything looks completely normal. I'd say you are about 6 weeks along judging from what you have told me and I put your due date…"the doctor took out a little calendar wheel and did some calculations. "Around September."

"And the high risk part of her pregnancy." Gibbs wanted to know.

The doctor looked at Maggie and Gibbs and could see the worry in their faces. "Yes, Maggie had a difficult pregnancy over 20 years ago. But we know about it now and we will watch her closely. Age isn't a big factor any more. Maggie is in exceptional health. As long as she keeps on doing what she's doing than things will be fine."

"Can I still run?" Maggie asked.

"No." Gibbs said.

Dr. Richman laughed. "Actually there is no need for her to change that up now. You're not training for a marathon are you?"

"No, I run to relieve stress. I started about 10 years ago. I try to run at least 4 times a week." Maggie explained.

"Then for now, I see no need to change that. Let's make an appointment for 4 weeks from now. I'll write a prescription for prenatal vitamins and if you have any questions or you need to call me, my number is on the card."

Maggie and Gibbs stood up; each of them took turns shaking the doctor's hand. "I sense some concern on your part." She said to Gibbs. "But this is my field of expertise and I really don't see any reason to worry."

"Thanks again Dr. Richman." Maggie said as they left the office. She and Gibbs walked down the hallway to the front desk. "I can take care of things here if you need to get back to the office."

Gibbs kissed her on the side of the head. "Thanks. I'll drop this off and pick it up on the way home." He said as he took her prescription and walked out of the doctor's office. He shouldn't have left Maggie inside, he should have waited. He should tell her that he was scared; instead he got into his car and pulled out of the parking lot.

Maggie forced a smile while she made an appointment for four weeks' time; but inside, Maggie was hurting. She wanted this child. She wanted Gibbs' child, but what if he really didn't want a baby. Maggie got into her car and drove around Washington aimlessly. She didn't know who she could talk to. She'd made a few close friends since she moved down here, but those close friends were also Gibbs' close friends, even closer to him. She found herself an hour later sitting at Starbucks, a green iced tea and a stack of pregnancy books and magazines on the table in front of her.

Gibbs got back to the office around 11. He was bombarded with questions about a case by all three of his agents. He ignored them all as he put his shield and gun in his desk drawer.

"If anyone needs me I'll be with Ducky." He told them and walked to the elevator.

"He didn't hear a word we said." Tony commented.

"Does not look that way." Ziva concurred.

"Does anyone know where he went to this morning?" Tony looked at Ziva and McGee. Both shook their heads.

"If it is something he wants us to know about he will tell us." Ziva told Tony.

"Hello Jethro, what brings you here? I don't have a body of yours." Ducky was sitting at his desk doing some paperwork.

"Is Palmer here?" Gibbs looked around autopsy.

"No, he has gone to lunch." Ducky noticed that Gibbs looked uneasy. "Is there something wrong?"

Gibbs sat down on the stool next to Ducky's desk. He scrubbed his hands over his face and told Ducky.

"Maggie's pregnant."

Ducky's eyes widened and he smiled at Gibbs; and then he saw the look on Gibbs' face.

"Oh dear, it is yours isn't it?"

Gibbs gave Ducky a look of 'seriously'.

"I had to ask. You look like you aren't happy about the pregnancy."

Gibbs tipped his head back and stared at the ceiling.

"We thought she couldn't get pregnant. She has thought that for almost 20 years and then she wasn't feeling well and went to the doctors yesterday and they ran tests. She even did four pregnancy tests of her own. We just came from a high risk pregnancy doctor. She said everything should be fine."

"Jethro, things have changed a lot in the past 20 years. They can even do surgery on a fetus in the womb." Ducky looked at his friend. "But tell me, are you happy. Do you want a baby?"

"Duck, I'm terrified." Gibbs got up and started pacing back and forth. "What if something happens to Maggie? I've already lost a wife and child and I don't think I can do that again."

"Do you want Maggie to continue the pregnancy?"

Gibbs sat back down. "She offered to abort the baby."

"What did you say?"

"I told her no." Gibbs was surprised his friend would even ask that question.

"You still haven't answered me. Are you happy about the baby?"

"I'm happy and I'm scared. Duck, I'm in my 50's. I'll be in my 70's by the time the kid graduates college."

Ducky smiled. "Is that what you're really worried about? Your age?"

"Well yeah Ducky. People assume I'm older than I am."

"Jethro sometimes you amaze me." Ducky patted Gibbs on the shoulder and walked over to his sink.

"I haven't told Maggie I'm happy about it yet."

Ducky looked at his friend. "Oh dear Jethro, I think you need to remedy that right away."

"Yeah, you're right Ducky." Gibbs stood to leave. "And can you keep this to yourself for now. We haven't talked about telling people yet."

Ducky pretended to zip his lip to keep the secret. Gibbs smirked and nodded and left autopsy.

Maggie picked up a copy of What To Expect When You're Expecting book at the book store. She also picked up a magazine on pregnancy that had articles on Yoga and working out. She couldn't believe how much things had changed. She'd had friends and co-workers who'd had babies in the past few years, but the things you could buy and do and not do had changed a lot.

Freckles barking at the kitchen door told her Gibbs was home. Maggie put the book and magazine behind the couch cushion. Gibbs walked into the living room and handed Maggie a white rose with a yellow ribbon tied on the stem. Maggie looked at him surprised.

"What is this for?"

Gibbs walked around the couch and sat down next to Maggie. "I've been an ass. You asked me if I was happy about the baby and I didn't answer."

"No you didn't." Maggie took Gibbs hand in hers and looked him in the eye. "Gibbs I need to know if you're happy about this. It isn't about me it's about us. If you're not happy I need to know."

Gibbs let go of Maggie's hand and put it on Maggie's belly. His child was growing in there. The child they made together. Maybe it wasn't planned, but it was an unexpected blessing he couldn't ignore.

"Yeah, I'm happy Maggie, but I'm scared too."

Maggie leaned into her husband and kissed him. "I'm scared too, but the doctor told us everything would be okay."

"When the baby is 20 I'll be in my 70's!"

"And I'll be in my 60's." Maggie kissed him again. "We'll be fine Gibbs. I promise."

Once the reality of Maggie being pregnant set in, she and Gibbs decided to keep it between the two of them until her first trimester had passed. Maggie wanted to make sure everything was okay with the pregnancy first before letting people know. Gibbs felt guilty that he had talked to Ducky about it. They had promised there would be no secrets between them.

"I told Ducky you were pregnant." Gibbs told Maggie as they lay in bed one night listening to the rain fall on the roof.

Maggie lifted her head off his shoulder and looked at him. Gibbs reached his hand up and placed it on the side of her face. "I needed to talk to someone and get it all out. I was scared Maggie and …"

Maggie put a finger on his lips. "It's okay. If I'd of needed to talk to someone I'd choose Ducky too." She rested her head back on Gibbs shoulder. "But next time, it's me okay."

*Valentine's Day Week*

"What?" Tony put his hands up. "Why can't I do that?"

"It's wrong Tony. It's Valentine's Day that's why." McGee answered.

"It's a date. I don't have to do the flowers and chocolate for a first date." Tony defended himself.

"Who has a first date on Valentine's Day?" Ziva shook her head.

"I do. That's who. And do YOU have a date Probie?" Tony directed at McGee.

Gibbs sat at his desk, his nose in the paperwork in front of him. Sometimes he really did feel like a High School principal with these three.

"I'm taking Penny out to dinner." McGee smiled.

"Taking your grandmother out to dinner does not count as a Valentine date."

"At least I'm bringing her favorite flowers and chocolate. And what about you Ziva? What are your plans?"

"I am teaching a woman's self-defense class McGee. Thank you for asking."

"So no Valentine for you Ziva?" Tony teased.

"I would rather do something useful Tony." Ziva began but Tony cut her off.

"Teach a bunch of lonely hearts how defend themselves against guys that they can't catch?"

"Sometimes I do not understand you Tony."

"Boss, what about you?" Tony asked.

Gibbs gave Tony a look.

"No really Boss." Tony walked over to Gibbs' desk. "I know you're married to my sister and all and that makes you my brother-in-law."

"I know all that DiNozzo." Gibbs turned his attention back to his work.

"Flowers, candy, all that stuff. I can…"

"Get back to work is what you can do." Gibbs told him.

"That's exactly what I can do Boss."

Gibbs shook his head, he knew it was sometimes hard for Tony and the others to keep the lines from crossing, well more Tony than the others; but they did try. He wondered what would happen when they found out Maggie was pregnant. Maggie was 8 weeks along and morning sickness still was an issue. He'd given up his morning coffee at home because he felt bad for Maggie. Going cold turkey from coffee was hard. She could have one cup of decaf a week and she saved it for Sunday mornings and the paper. He had to find creative ways to dodge the question of why he was suddenly double fisting his morning coffee order at the diner.

In terms of telling people about the pregnancy, they had decided to wait until Saint Patrick's Day. Maggie would be through her first trimester and beginning to show. First would be Jamie and then Tony and their fathers. In the meantime; their kitchen addition had added a second story to it. They had a spare room in the house, but Gibbs knew his father would be out there visiting often and Maggie thought Senior may come and stay too, even though Gibbs told her not to keep her hopes up. They were building a room across from theirs that would be the baby's room. Gibbs smiled thinking about that. A baby.

Gibbs got up from his desk to go use the 'head'. Tony watched him walk away.

"Did you see that? He was smiling. A real smile. Just sitting there smiling." Tony couldn't believe it.

"Maybe he was thinking about his plans for Valentine's Day. I mean they have not been married long. He may have something very romantic planned. Candles, music, ooh, maybe even a nice massage." Ziva teased Tony.

Tony put his hands over his ears. "Stop. I'm still suffering from flashbacks of Christmas."

"Tony." McGee began. "What exactly did happen at Christmas? You keep mentioning it bet never tell us what happened."

"What happened was Tony learned to use earplugs when he stays at my house." Gibbs commented when he came back.

Tony cringed, McGee's mouth hung open and Ziva smiled.

*Valentine's Day*

Maggie came home from work carrying a dark purple hydrangea plant in one arm and her bag and keys in the other. Gibbs was crouched in front of the fireplace getting it ready to make steaks.

"Thank you for the hydrangea." Maggie said as he came into the kitchen.

"I thought you'd like something to plant instead of throw away." Gibbs kissed Maggie.

She stepped up on her toes and kissed him again. "Thank you for remembering my favorite flowers."

"My pleasure." Gibbs didn't feel like letting Maggie get away that quickly so he wrapped his arms around her and pulled her in for another kiss. He started slowly and by the time he ran his tongue across her lower lip, her hands were around his neck, his under the back of her sweater.

"What's in the bag?" Gibbs nodded at the bag on the counter. "That for me?" he gave her a mischievous grin.

"No, your gift is upstairs." Maggie picked up the bag he was talking about. "These are from my students." Maggie pulled out mini heart shaped boxes of chocolate, hand drawn cards, and some gift cards to a local coffee chain.

"These are for you." Maggie gave him two hand drawn valentines. "The kids wanted to make them for you."

Gibbs smiled at the pictures with red and pink hearts and his name written in a child's scrawl.

"Tell them thank you for me." He put the papers on the table and eyed the chocolate. "You going to eat those?"

Maggie looked longingly at them. "I'd love to but chocolate is bad for me and the baby. Too much sugar."

Gibbs opened the little box and pulled out one of the caramel ones; Maggie's favorite.

"You could eat just one." He held the chocolate just in front of her mouth.

"Honey, no one can eat just one Valentine chocolate. Never mind those little conversation hearts. I could eat a whole bag of them."

"Guess this is for me." Gibbs popped the chocolate in his mouth. "Steaks will be going on in a few minutes. Potatoes are in the oven. I got you some sparkling water

"How romantic, sparkling water instead of wine or champagne."

"You don't like champagne and junior here;" Gibbs put his hand on Maggie's belly. "Isn't old enough to drink yet."

Maggie liked how Gibbs' face softened when he'd talk about the baby. He'd even taken to reading her pregnancy book too. Every morning he'd watch her take her 'horse pills' as she'd call her vitamins. He made sure she had some form of calcium during the day and had taken it upon himself to make her lunches for her. There were plenty of crackers and ginger ale in the house to help with the nausea. He didn't like the fact she still ran, but she had switched to running at the gym at NCIS to appease him. That way, he was close by if something happened.

After dinner, they sat on the couch, watching the fire burn in the fireplace.

"What are you thinking about?" Gibbs asked as he nuzzled Maggie's neck.

"That feels nice." Maggie murmured. "I'm thinking about you."

"Really." Gibbs hands moved from her arms down to the hem of her sweater. "About what?"

"About your present."

"Will I like my present?" he moved his hands up under Maggie's sweater and cupped her breasts. They were beginning to get fuller now and he loved the heaviness of them in his palms.

"I hope so, but if you keep that up." Maggie turned her head so she could find Gibbs' mouth and kissed him. "It'll take the fun out of it."

"Then why don't we take this upstairs then?" Gibbs grabbed Maggie by the hips and pushed her up off the couch. She led him by the hand to their bedroom and to the bed. Gibbs tried to grab at her to pull her down with him, but she shook her head.

"Just sit there and wait."

Gibbs smirked and did as he was told. He folded his arms and rested his head on them, watching the bathroom door for Maggie to come out.

"Wow." He exclaimed when Maggie came out of the bathroom dressed in a lavender nighty that clung at the top due to her boobs being fuller; and then it flowed out to fall just at the middle of her thighs. With the bathroom light silhouetting her, Gibbs could tell she had on nothing underneath.

"Like?" she asked as she made her way to the bed.

"Yeah." Gibbs took her in from head to toe and reached out for her.

Maggie pushed his hands away and began pulling at the hem of his shirt to untuck it from his pants. Gibbs let her take his shirt and tee shirt off and she pushed him back down onto the bed.

"On your stomach." She told him.

"Why?" he asked as he repositioned himself on the bed and Maggie straddled his backside.

"Because I want to make you nice and relaxed." Maggie explained as she began giving him a massage. She started at his shoulders; working the knots out slowly. Next she moved her way down the long muscles of his back. Gibbs shifted his backside up against Maggie and she gasped.

"Cut that out. You'll break my concentration."

Gibbs just laid there, head on his arms, smiling.

Maggie repositioned herself down by his knees and ran her fingers over his butt and down the back of his thighs. Gibbs' back arched at the tickling sensation and Maggie did it again.

"You need to turn over and I think these need to go." Maggie knelt up and gave him room to move so she could take off his pants. She was rewarded with a nice view of the bulge them. She bit her lower lip and let her eyes roam slowly up to his.

"Massage done?" he asked his voice husky with desire. He didn't care if she was done or not, he wanted her now.

Maggie moved back up to straddle Gibbs' thighs, just below where he really wanted her to be. She reached up and traced her fingers down his chest from his collar bone to the top of his boxers. His breathing was getting heavier; he didn't want to keep his hands off of her any longer. He touched her thighs with his fingertips and rubbed the delicate material of her slip.

"I want to rip this off you." He said between gritted teeth.

Maggie shook her head no. She moved his hands away and took the hem and slowly pulled it up her body and over her head. Gibbs gasped at the sight above him. He tried to sit up but Maggie pushed him back down. Slowly she hooked her fingers under the elastic in his boxers and slid them down over his erection, down his thighs, slowly all the time looking him in the eye, and tossed them on to the floor.

There were no words spoken as he took her hand and guided her back up his body and let her take him in her hand to guide him into her body. Maggie tossed her head back when she sank completely on to him, burying him in her body. Gibbs grabbed her hips and held her still while he looked at her. Her hair falling down her back, her breasts full and begging for his attention. He let her set the pace as she began to ride, slowly at first and then as he began to move up into her, her rhythm increased. He pulled his body up, one hand bracing behind him and took the rhythm over. Maggie called his name out once and began grinding down against him as the intense sensations took over. Gibbs waited for her to open her eyes and look at him. She kissed him softly and nodded her head. With a quick movement, Maggie was on her back, Gibbs above moving in and out of her until his release had him grunting out her name.

"That wouldn't. Didn't ….couldn't hurt the baby could it?" Gibbs said as he spooned behind Maggie.

"No. You saw the book. We can have sex up to the very end of the pregnancy. The bigger I get the more fun we can have finding new positions."

"Mmm. Look forward to that."