Okay, so you all know, I skipped past the second wedding. I found it unnecessary to write a chapter about the wedding... It's also a few weeks after the wedding, so you know.
Ziva started the car. Abby smiled, while she tuned the radio to one of her favorite stations. Ziva turned the radio down automatically as the radio started blasting, and then told Abby to get her feet down off the dashboard.
"You are going to be such a great mom." Abby said, laughing and bringing her feet down off the dash. She looked over to Ziva who was shaking her head.
"I am not planning on having children anytime soon, Abby." Ziva said shaking her head. She didn't really see herself as the mothering type. She thought of herself as more badass. Though she was sure Tony would want kids.
"What if Tony wants kids?" Abby asked, almost putting her feet up again, but remembering to keep them down. Ziva's car zigzagged through the streets.
"Tony will have to wait." Ziva said, turning abruptly onto a side road to head back to her house. She could see Abby's silent disapproval out of the corner of her eye. Abby then shook her head.
"C'mon, you're telling me you don't want a couple of mini DiNozzos running around the house? The pitter patter of little feet?" She asked, smiling and trying to get something out of Ziva. As if she could trick Ziva into having kids.
"If you have forgotten, I live in an apartment. Not much room for little 'DiNozzos'." Ziva said, shaking her head and pressing her foot down on the gas pedal. Abby had become accustomed to driving fast with Ziva, and didn't mind it as much as other people did.
"What's wrong with Tony's house? Couldn't you live there? And speaking of DiNozzo… Are you going to change your name? DiNozzo is a pretty cool last name…" Abby ranted not noticing Ziva shaking her head.
"I am not sure about Tony's house. I like my apartment. And Ziva DiNozzo? Not exactly the perfect name."
"You could hyphenate it! Ziva David-DiNozzo. I like it I totally think that would work. It sounds very cool. Of course, you could keep David, but you would have nothing to remind you of him." Ziva rolled her eyes, holding up the wedding ring and wiggling it. "Okay, so you have a ring, but that doesn't bind you like a name does. Ziva DiNozzo… that sounds cool."
Ziva merely shook her head and pulled into the apartment parking lot. She could see Tony's mustang, and smiled when she realized he would be inside waiting for her.
Ziva shook her head again and got out of the car. Abby was following close behind her, still going on about hyphenating her name… and the pitter patter of baby feet. Ziva had to remind her that babies don't walk.
Ziva unlocked the door, and walked in, Abby rushing in past her, to go to the kitchen and get a glass of water. Tony came out of the bedroom, and hugged Ziva before giving her a kiss on the cheek.
"Hey Mrs. DiNozzo." He said, laughing, and kissing her again.
"It still sounds odd." Ziva said, hugging him. Tony kissed her quickly on the lips and then walked into the kitchen to find Abby. She could tell Abby was about to bring up the 'pitter patter'.
"Tony, I think you and Ziva should have kids. Mini DiNozzos!" Abby said happily, taking a large sip of water. Ziva walked in the room, and Tony laughed.
"Abs, we just got married, we'll need at least two weeks before we start thinking about kids." Tony joked and Ziva hit him playfully in the arm. "C'mon Zee-vah. You can't honestly tell me you don't want kids." He said laughing.
"Tony, I am not ready for kids." Ziva said harshly, and Abby knew it was her cue to leave.
"I'll see you tomorrow; I have some stuff to do!" She yelled as she hurried out the door.
Tony wasn't going to back down. "Ziva, you'd be the perfect motherly type."
Ziva got a glass out of the cabinet and glared at him. She turned on the faucet and waited for the glass to fill before turning it off and taking a sip. "I am not ready for kids, Tony."
Tony sighed. But he was not defeated. "You'll do fine, Ziva, really. No need to worry, it's not like you'd be on your own with this, we're together now, and I'd be here to help." He continued, trying to get his point across.
"Tony! I am not ready for kids! Stop! You are not going to persuade me into wanting them! I do not! Not now! So just stop!" Ziva yelled, before walking out of the kitchen and into the bedroom, where she slammed the door behind her.
Tony sat at the counter, slightly shocked. He put his elbows on the counter and rested his head in his hands. I don't see what the problem is.
Ziva walked into the bathroom, and looked in the mirror. She was not ready for kids. She was still a kick ass agent and was not ready to ruin her career by getting pregnant. This was easy for Tony; he would still be able to work, to be a field agent. Ziva knew that the day she got pregnant would be the last day she would see as a field agent.
Tony sighed and walked out of the kitchen, coming to the bedroom door and knocking lightly. "Ziva?" He called, hoping not to be making things worse.
"What?" Ziva called back, frustrated. Can't I have FIVE minutes alone?
"Ziva, Can I come in?" He asked, already turning the round door knob. Ziva shook her head, but managed to say a clear 'OKAY'.
"Look, Ziva, I didn't mean to make you mad, and I wasn't trying to force you into a position you don't want to be in. I know now that you aren't ready for kids and I get that. I just… I don't see why we have to fight about it." He said calmly, sitting at the edge of the bed and waiting for her to come out of the bathroom.
Ziva sighed, and opened the bathroom door, walking out into the bedroom. "I do not understand why you do not get it. And yes, you were trying to force me into a position that I did not want to be in. I do not want to Tony. I do not want kids with you."
That came out far different than she had meant it to. She just meant she didn't want kids now, not that she never wanted kids with him.
Tony looked from his hands. He was suddenly angry. "So you don't want kids? Or is it just me?"
"Tony! You know that is not what I meant."
"I know." And that was the truth. She knew she was over reacting. She was being silly.
Tony smiled and hugged Ziva. "I'll wait, don't you worry." Ziva smiled, and her eyes lingered on the bathroom counter.
"I'll try not to." She said. Tony retreated to the family room to start up a movie. Ziva hurried into the bathroom as soon as he left the room.
Ziva stared down at the little white stick, grunting as she saw that stupid little cross.
Sorry. I know it has been ages since I updated. I have just been so busy with school, what with all my classes and honors and swim team. AGH! So here it is the new chapter you've been waiting for.
I really really hope you like it. I would love feedback in the form of REVIEWS! Reviews are seriously what keep me going.
The next update will be sooner I promise, but I want to see reviews first!
-G.
