The digital clock on the nightstand read: "2:27 AM."

Ziva pressed her palm to Tony's chest and shook it, "Tony." She softly called out, but he didn't move, so she shook him harder, "Tony." She raised her voice.

Tony let a small groan as he awoke from a deep sleep, smacking his lips hard, "You okay? The baby? Anthony?" He fired off in quick succession.

"Here." Ziva said, laying a piece of paper fall on top of his chest.

Tony reached out for the piece of paper, just as Ziva flipped the switch, turning the overhead light on.

"Ahhhh." Tony groaned loudly, covering his eyes, the piece of paper slid off his chest and onto the floor.

Tony sat up, swinging his legs over the side of the bed and rubbed at his eyes, seeing his very pregnant wife standing by the door, "I'm up, I'm up...is it baby time?"

Ziva's left hand cradled her belly and a loud snap came from her mouth and she started chewing on something.

Tony squinted looking at her, "Is that..."

"A pickle." Ziva replied, moving over to him.

Tony sniffed, "With peanut butter?"

"Mmmhmmm." Ziva slid the rest of her peanut butter covered pickle into her mouth and carefully straddled her husband. She swallowed and smiled before kissing him.

Tony tasted his lips, "There's something else."

"Mmmhmmm." Ziva kissed him again.

"Heh. I honestly have no idea."

Ziva kissed him again, "It is fig spread."

"Uhhhh." Tony gritted his teeth, "Yummy?"

Ziva chuckled and kissed his again, she pushed her hand down between them as they continued to kiss, "Where is that piece of paper?"

"I dunno."

"Find it." Ziva kissed him again.

Tony swung his head side to side, but didn't see anything, he then leaned over to his right and saw the piece of paper on the floor, "There it is."

"Get it." Ziva stated with another kiss, her hand still busy between them.

Tony slid to the edge of the bed, swinging her a little to the left and bent down and reached out with his right hand, "Got it." He grunted, "Here you go."

Ziva shook her head, "For you." They kissed again, "Read it."

"To Do List." Tony began, "#1...Sex. Heh."

Ziva pushed Tony to his back and lifted herself up and gasped as she lowered herself onto him, "Oooooh." She exclaimed excitedly.

"You okay?"

Ziva nodded and leaned forward as much as she could, she reached out, grabbing something and she moved back, "A mini snickers." She smiled, unwrapping the candy. She took a bite and slowly started chewing, closing her as eyes as she did, "Mmmm." She moaned and popped the rest of the candy bar into her mouth, her hips had been constantly grinding on him.

Tony lifted one of Ziva's legs, placing a long pillow between her knees as she slept peacefully on her left side. He pressed his lips to her temple and made his way around the bed, picking up the piece of paper from the nightstand and read them to himself: "#2...cookie dough ice cream...#3...gummi bears(not worms)...#4...caramel sauce...#5...mini Oreos...#6...McDonalds's French fries...and finally #7." But it was written in Hebrew and he didn't know what it said and at the very bottom it read, "Don't forget the whipped cream!"

"Heh." Tony smiled and just shook his head before quietly leaving the room to go pick up the things on Ziva's To Do List.

When Tony returned from the shopping trip, he walked up to his bedroom door, the TV was on, which illuminated the room. He turned, opening the door with his back as he carried a bowl of ice cream in one hand and a McDonald's bag in the other.

Ziva grunted as she stood up from the bed and smiled as she moved over to her husband, taking the bowl of ice cream from him, "Todah." She smiled, pulling the spoon out, licking it clean, "The fries?" She asked.

Tony opened the bag and she quickly slid her hand into the bag, pulling out a few, dragging them across the caramel and whipped cream before placing them into her mouth. She smiled again as she chewed. She took a step back and saw down on the bottom of the bed and continued eating. She then slapped the the bed next to her, "Sit, you can hold my fries."

"Heh." Tony sat down and did as she asked, holding the bag open for her, "I got everything except for #7."

"Oh, no, you got that, too." Ziva said, between bites.

Tony gave her a curious look, "I did?"

"Mmmhmmm." She reached into the bag again, using two fries to pick up a caramel covered gummi bear, "It roughly translates to..." She munched on her makeshift chop sticks, "Rooster for dessert."

"Rooster?" Tony asked, "You want chicken?"

"No Tony." Ziva grinned, "I want your cock."

AN1 - Oh pregnancy cravings.

AN2 - My wife's numerous cravings: Oreos, cheeseburgers, gummi bears, Chinese food(mostly garlic or broccoli chicken) mint chocolate chip ice cream, fudge, McDonald's French fries, nutty bars, loaded nachos and she loved picante sauce on pretty much everything.

AN3 - And of course, she doesn't eat picante sauce now, at all.