Ziva let out a long, tiresome sigh. The baby was almost a week late. She just wanted the baby out of her. Tony made several friends references but she was just getting more and more irritable. The kids had been staying at Gibbs' house since the due date in case the baby came in the middle of the night. So far it just seemed the baby was planning on staying in her womb forever. It was now the twenty-first. The baby had been due on the fourteenth. Azaleigha had been happy enough with a small gathering of her NCIS family for her birthday. She understood how hard it was for her parents besides there was always next year. She dropped to the couch, looking over house schedules. They had agreed to move and had started looking at houses. They had a favourite but they still had to sell their house. Their favourite was a twenty minute walk from Gibbs' house, half an hour from Abby and McGee's and just forty minutes from NCIS. It had five bedrooms, a spacious garden and what else it was within their price range. Fortunately Ziva had saved the majority of her inheritance money.
"Hay tataleh," Ziva whispered, gently rubbing her bump, "Do you want to get out now? Huh, meet your siblings? Azzy, Noah and Isaac really want to meet you, as well as your grandpa Gibbs and everyone else. I think you'll like it. I don't blame you for wanting to stay in there; the world can be a little bit scary, yeah?"-She got a kick in response-"You're just being stubborn."
"Like her mother," Tony called from the front door. "I take it the baby isn't coming yet?"
"No," She snapped. "I hate you. Why did you have to get me pregnant again?"
She stormed up to their room, slamming the door. He knew she was uncomfortable. Some woman rather liked being pregnant but his wife wasn't one of them. She would do better when the baby came.
"Just a little longer," He looked over at the family portrait. Ziva was in Tony's arms, Azaleigha standing directly on front of them with her hands on her brothers' shoulders. They would have to get another one when the baby was a little older, one or two maybe. He looked towards the stairs, hearing his wife waddling out of their room. She was clutching her bump, a large wet patch between her legs.
"Tony," She cried in obvious pain, "Tony the baby's coming."
In a second he was by her side, the hospital bag by the front door. They were going to have another little addition to their family.
She sat clutching her stomach, breathing in deeply. She was in labour but it was going much faster than she had expected it to. Ziva put her hand on Tony's shoulder.
"Pull over," She told him. "Pull over, now!"
He did as he was told. It wasn't a smart idea to upset Ziva in labour. "What is it? Zee we have to get to the hospital."
"No, there's no time," She moaned, "Tony the baby is coming now."
He gulped down. He knew what she was saying. She was asking his to deliver the baby. She got out of the car and into the backseat where she could sit better. Tony came round.
"Zee I don't know how to,"-He was cut off by a contraction moan-"Ok, ok, we'll do our best, yeah, you're ok."
She slipped off her trousers with some help. She gritted her teeth.
"You're ok Zee, you're ok," He rolled up his sleeves, getting ready, "I need you to push, ok."
She did as she was told. When the time came she pushed. Pain shot through her but she had experienced worse in Somalia. She would be ok. They would all be ok.
Gibbs rushed to his car, children in tail. Tony had called him when he was just leaving the house. In two minutes the twins were strapped in their booster seats and Azaleigha was sitting in between them. He quickly took a moment to check they were all strapped in before quickly setting off towards the hospital. Azaleigha jumped with excitement as she stroked Isaac's sandy hair. Both of the boys' hair had grown in and were cut in bowl cuts. It wasn't like Tony's when he was little they were cute. Azaleigha spotted her father's car at the side of the road.
"Grandpa Gibbs, Grandpa Gibbs that's daddy's car," She shrieked, pointing to Tony's car.
Gibbs flinched, turning in, "Aza don't shriek like that."
Usually she would have muttered a sorry but instead she leaped out of the house, hardly careful not to hit Noah. She ran round the side to her mother cradling her little sister. Tony had cut the umbilical cord and was now of the phone to the hospital.
"Someone will be here soon," He caught sight of Azaleigha, "Come here Azz, come see your sister."
She squealed, rushing up to her mother's side. The baby had bright green eyes and a head on brown curls. She wasn't screaming like she would have expected but instead was gazing at Ziva. Azaleigha stood back a few steps, pulling out her camera and taking a picture. Gibbs came round the side of the car, twins toddling along beside him.
"You got a name?" Gibbs asked, smiling at his surrogate daughter.
"Yeah," Tony stroked his daughter's fragile little head, "Eden David-Dinozzo."
Gibbs smiled, pulling Azaleigha into him. "You got a fine little family."
"Can I hold her?" She asked, stepping forward and taking Eden from her mother's arms. "Hi baby. I'm your big sister."
She kneeled down beside the twins, "And they're your big brothers."
Ziva laid back a little bit. She was exhausted. Tony came to her side immediately, sitting down beside her and reaching out his arms to Eden. When the little lump was in her arms Ziva relaxed a little more, resting her head on his lap.
"How long will they be?" She asked breathily.
"Not long," He kissed her head before looking up to Gibbs, "Can you call Abby and McGee?"
He smiled, nodding as he pulled out his phone. The ambulance came only five minutes later, taking Ziva and Eden to the hospital as Tony and Gibbs drove their own cars.
Ziva was left alone in her room, well not completely alone, she had her kids. Eden was wrapped in a little pink blanket in her arms; Azaleigha was sitting at the bottom of her bed making sure the twins couldn't fall off the bed. Tony was talking to a doctor and Gibbs was trying to keep Abby at bay. She had dropped in to say hello and almost suffocated the baby. Lily and Phillip were staying at McGee's sister's house.
"Mama, when are we moving?" Azaleigha asked.
"Whenever the house gets sold," She replied.
"But daddy already sold the house," She told her, "Didn't he tell you. He says we can move when you're ready."
"Is that so?" Ziva asked, "Have we bought a house?"
"Yeah," Azaleigha nodded as she made a funny face at the twins who burst into loud laughter, "Do you remember it, our favourite."
"Yeah I remember," Ziva kissed Eden's head. "Go get your father. We'll move soon, ok tataleh."
Azaleigha carefully slipped off the bed, carefully weaving her way around the twins and her mother's legs. She couldn't wait to move, decorate her new room and be a big sister again. Eden was going to be annoying and screaming for years but she loved her and now was mature enough to handle it as well as having experience with her little brothers.
So there you go, baby Eden. Perhaps this isn't enough time to sell a ouse but maybe he is selling it to a friend or something. So the next chapter will be about them moving and then I have some Tony/Azaleigha bonding planned. Thanks.