A/N: hey, I know it has been a little while, I'm sorry, but work has been a little crazy along with life in general. But here is another chapter, I like feed back and where you want this story to go :)

Oh, and for those of you who thought that it was too soon for Ziva to get a paternity test, go back to the part where Lucas is there, it's been three months since they broke up, so she's about five months along now.

Tony sighed and sat down on the couch, then got up again a second later and paced back and forth for a second before he walked to the bedroom.

"How long have you been wearing a whole in the floor with your pacing?" came Ziva's voice from the entrance hall.

"You're back!" he yelled, running to the door and enveloping her in a hug that even Abby would be proud of.

"Wow, it has only been less then two hours," she laughed into his chest.

"How did it go?" he asked, leading her back to the couch.

"Fine, but now I have a question for you."

"What?"

"Would you rather be called Dad or Papa?"

"I'm the father?" he gasped.

"You doubted my instinct?" she questioned, raising her eyebrows.

"No, of course not, never," he tried to reassure.

"Good, now I have to go call he-who-must-not-be-named," she told him as she made to stand.

"No, let me do it," Tony said, grabbing her wrist. "You don't have to talk to that bastard. He's nothing but trash."

"You know I chose him because he reminds me of you," she laughed.

"Was it my striking good looks or my wonderful personal personality that drew you to him?" he joked, grabbing her far leg and pulling her flush up against him.

"Mostly the looks, because no one could replicate your personality."

"I know, I'm one of a kind," he smiled and leaned his head towards her.

"Well…"

"You shush," he ordered before sealing his mouth over hers. Her phone chose that very minute to start ringing, making the two reluctantly break apart so she could answer it.

"Did you get the results yet? Ziva opened her mouth to answer but Tony grabbed the phone from her before she could say a word.

"Yes, and you're not the father so leave her alone. You're no longer part of her life," Tony basically yelled into the phone before slamming it shut.

"You did not have to be so harsh," Ziva mumbled.

"Yes I did, because he is not part of your life and he has no say in what you do-"

"Neither do you," she interrupted.

"I'm sorry, Ziva, I'm not trying to control you," Tony assured when he saw the way she was looking at him. "I just want you to be safe. And you to be safe." He bent over and gently kissed her stomach, making her laugh.

"I know," she whispered as he stood back up.

"I saw the way that guy treated you, and I just want to protect you from creeps like him."

"And you can, just do not try to keep me in a plastic bubble." She took both of his hands in hers and made him look her in the eyes.

"Okay," he smiled and kissed her before leading her to the dinning room.

"Now sit, I made dinner."

"Is it something more fancy then boxed macaroni and cheese?" she joked as he pulled a pan from the oven.

"Yeah, ha ha, very funny," he fake laughed as he plated up their meals. She watched him as he poured something over the food before grabbing both plates and bringing them to the table.

"Chicken alfredo with broccoli and peppers," he said as he set the plate in front of her.

"Wow, you cooked this?" she asked, picking up her fork and stirring the food around before stabbing some of the pasta and chicken onto her fork. "Yum," she hummed as it hit her tongue.

"And you doubted me," Tony scoffed, grabbing his own fork.

"No, of course not, never," she laughed, throwing his own words back at him. They finished their dinner in silence before heading back to the couch.

"We never got to watch that movie," he pointed out as Ziva curled up into a ball with her head resting on his lap.

"You can still watch whatever you want," she shrugged. "I am not in the mood for anything special."

"Good because wipeout is on," he laughed.

"Ugh, why do you like this show so much, it is discriminating. And how can these people not tell when they are about to get hit in the face?"

"Stop over thinking it, Ziva. It's supposed to make you laugh," he encouraged before resting his hand on her side.

"Saw that coming," she muttered a second later when a woman got smacked in the face by a very obvious obstacle.

"Shush," he hushed her, lightly tapping her side. His fingers continued to dance across her waist, happy when he felt her shirt ride up slightly, granting him with access to her soft skin.

"Tony that tickles," she said half mindedly. "Tony!" she shirked as his fingers dug into her side. She curled away from his wanting fingers, pushing her back into his stomach and the couch. "Tony stop," she pleaded through her laughs.

"See, this is how you enjoy yourself," he smiled and pulled her into his lap, much in the same way they had been earlier before they were interrupted. His fingers continued to glide skillfully across her skin as he attached his mouth to her neck.

"Don't stop, Tony," she groaned, her forehead falling onto his shoulder while he continued his sweet torture. She gripped his shirt like a lifeline as his tongue darted out to taste her skin, drawing what she could have sworn was a heart before he pulled her earlobe between his teeth. "Don't stop," she repeated, pulling her body closer to his and threading her fingers through his hair.

Tony really wished that what he heard next was just part of his imagination, but it wasn't. So reluctantly he got up, still holding Ziva, and shuffled over to the door.

"Did I interrupt something?" Abby asked, her tone somewhere between sorry and curious.

"Yes," Tony growled, letting Ziva down.

"I'm surprised you can still lift her, Tony," Abby said as she followed Ziva into the apartment.

"Abby!" Tony scolded.

"It's okay, Tony. I am pregnant and going to gain weight, it's inevitable."

"I know that, but she was doubting my strength." He flexed his arms to prove his point.

"What are you here, Abby?" Ziva asked, turning her attention to her friend.

"Why did you go to that clinic?" she blurted out.

"How did you know I went there?"

"I, um, well, I tagged your name in a search so every time you use your credit card or your name is logged somewhere I know," she shrugged hoping she didn't sound too desperate. "So why'd you go?"

"Lucas came over and demanded a paternity test," Tony filled in when Ziva didn't say anything.

"Can he do that?" Abby gasped.

"If he has a valid reason to believe that he is the father, then yes," Tony nodded.

"And did he?"

"Yes," Ziva answered quickly. "But everything is okay, because Tony is the father."