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Chapter 21

Tim's POV Wedding Preparations

Seven Weeks later

»Tim, do you want to eat something? «

My soon-to-be husband stood in the door of the living room looking at me.

»Tony, for Gods sake! Stop annoying me! «

»Okay…«, he mumbled and left.

I immediately felt guilty. He looked so hurt. I groaned and rubbed my face tiredly. I felt like an asshole. To be honest, I wasn't exactly very nice towards him during the last weeks. I tried to reduce the stress we had to have during our preparations for our wedding next week, so I decided to make for every aspect a first decision. After that decision, I would give a few possibilities to Tony and we would make the final decision together. But that meant that I was stressed a lot over the last weeks. I mean, I had to work; I had doctor appointments every two weeks and every spare minute I used for planning the wedding. And Tony who thought this whole stress is bad for me and the baby started fussing over me 24/7. I projected my foul mood and stress on Tony, so I was really mean to him sometimes and snapped often at him. I always felt guilty, but I couldn't help myself. And I didn't understand why. I mean Tony was the perfect fiancé: He never got angry or snapped back, he always came with me to my appointments and made sure that I was always healthy and he always found a compromise, while I only wanted to fight over certain details for next week. I sighed and focused on the wedding planning again. I would make it up to him later. The first thing we did was finding a location and a date. We chose the 19th of October, a Saturday. That was easy. We just had to organize that with Director Vance and he was completely fine with it. A lot more difficult was it to find a location. Tony and I agreed on an indoor wedding. We didn't want to risk bad weather. And then the problems started. Same-Sex may be legal, but that doesn't mean the people liked it. When I called the churches, they were all really friendly and supportive and they would have loved to host my wedding. But when I told them that I would get married to a guy not a girl, they became disgusted. But after two weeks, two dozens of refusals and a lot of stressing and screaming (that was both me), we found a beautiful, little church in the middle of a park in D.C., where the pastor was ecstatic to marry Tony and me. Then we did the invitations and the guest list. At first it was easy to agree on people: our team, Director Vance and his wife, my parents, Sarah and Grandma Penny. For Tony that was enough he wanted a little, intimate wedding with our closest family and friends. But I wanted more people at the wedding. I had a really strong connection with a lot of people in my family. So, I had a whole bunch of people I wanted to invited, which Tony didn't want at our wedding. He told me:

Flashback

»I don't want people I never met before on our wedding! «

»THEY ARE MY FAMILY! «

Tony frowned.

»Since our relationship started, I have never seen you calling them or something. I don't think you have a close connection to them. «

»JUST BECAUSE YOUR FAMILY HATES YOU! «

Flashback End

That was bad, really bad. I apologized almost instantly, but he didn't speak to me for two whole days. Not even during the doctor's appointment. But after a big romantic gesture (self-cooked candlelight dinner), he forgave me fortunately. After I made up for my big mistake, we continued planning. We made the compromise that I would invited another five people from my extended family. Next thing were the rings. That went actually very quickly. We chose simple gold rings. Neither of us wanted to have some big and heavy gem on our hands. And they wouldn't be practical during working. Simple, small gems would have been fine, but we saw those gorgeous gold rings we just had to get them. We let them engrave. I didn't know the engraving on my ring and Tony didn't know the engraving on his ring. After that we got our tuxedos. When Tony insisted that mine that to be a little bit bigger, in case it would have a baby bump during our wedding, I was majorly pissed. I was chubby once and I actually didn't want to gain weight again, so I was pretty sensitive when it came to that topic. We both got black tuxedos, only the bow ties were in a different color. Tony's bow tie was light lilac perfectly matching the flowers we picked (later) and mine was light green. Tony said they made my eyes look even more gorgeous. Then we decided on a catering service. Well, to be more accurate mom would do that. We weren't that much people, so it was no problem. Then I had another small fight with Tony about what to do next. I wanted to decide on flowers. Tony wanted to decide on the cake.

Flashback

»That doesn't make any sense, Tony! «

»Why not? We made a decision about food. Now we can make a decision about cake, which is also food. «

»But the decision on flowers is much bigger! «

»When the flower arrangements aren't perfect, nobody will know in a year. But if the cake sucks, nobody will ever forget. So, the cake is much more important. «

Flashback End

So, in the end we decided on the cake.

Flashback

»Tim, you actually have to eat the cake. «

We were currently sitting in the bakery trying the sixth cake in a row.

»I am stuffed. Besides, I tried all of them. «

»You took minimal bites. «

»Tony, give me a break. In a few months I will look like the mix of a whale and an elephant. I don't have to make it even worse with eating masses of cake. «

Tony said.

»Tim, you are really handsome and you will always be handsome to me. «

I scoffed.

»Sure. «

Flashback End

In the end we decided to pick a red velvet cake with chocolate-butter cream, decorated with strawberries. Then some days ago, we finally dealt with the flower arrangements. In fact we only finished that yesterday. We had some very heated discussions. Tony wanted really simple boring flowers (red roses, I mean that is such a cliché). While I wanted some exciting and special (orchids). Since we couldn't find a compromise, we decided to pick the flowers with the deepest meaning. We chose Forget-Me-Nots (they stand for true love), primroses (they stand for eternal love) and peonies (they stand for gay life and happy marriages). At least that's what a website said. Of course their colors complimented each other. In that moment I dealt with the financial side of this whole thing. We used Tony's inheritance from his grandparents. That was quite a lot, so we had not to worry about that. After I was finished filling out documents for the bank, I followed an amazing scent into the kitchen. Tony was cooking a pasta dish, which looked really delicious. I hugged him from behind, kissed his neck and murmured:

»I am sorry. I shouldn't have snapped at you. «

Tony turned around and hugged me back.

»I am sorry, too. I know you are stressed right now and I shouldn't have pushed your buttons. «

»You just want to make me feel good. «

~Time Skip~

A few hours later, I lay in our bed writhing, while Tony did wonderful things with his tongue. Shortly before I came, I pulled him from my throbbing cock and kissed him passionately.

»What do you want me to do? «, Tony whispered huskily.

»I want to make love to you. «

Needless to say we didn't catch much sleep that night.

~Time Skip~

On the next day, Tony and I had another appointment with our doctor. Tony still didn't like her, but today he was unusual friendly to her. Well, we were both in a really good mood today. Sore and kind of tired, but extremely satisfied and relaxed.

»Today is a special day! If you want to know, I can tell you whether you have a boy or a girl. Do you want to know? «

We nodded excited. Jenna squirted the cold jelly on my baby bump. It wasn't that big yet, but I slowly started to show.

»Isn't it too early for me to show already? «

»Well, you are in your 20th week. It is more usual that women are starting to show in their 25th week, but every pregnancy is different. And your male body is not perfectly equipped to carry a baby, so you are showing earlier than usual. It is perfectly normal. Don't worry. «

I nodded and Jenna spread the jelly all over my stomach. I grimaced. I hated that stuff. It was similar to lube, but it didn't feel so nice. When she started with the sonogram, I didn't see anything at first until I could see my tiny little baby: Four tiny limbs and a big head.

»Well, are you ready to know the gender of your baby? «

Tony gripped my hand and smiled at me.

»Yes. «, I croaked.

I was really excited. Actually I didn't care about the gender. I would be happy with both. I just wanted to know.

»It looks like you are getting a baby girl. «

I needed a few moments to digest that information.

»A baby girl? «, I whispered.

I looked at Tony. He was beaming and I could see a few tears flowing over his face. We kissed for a few moments. When we broke apart, I whispered:

»We are getting a little girl. «

Tony just smiled at me. While I wiped that disgusting stuff from my belly, Jenna printed another picture of the baby. While we talked about a few things:

»How am I going to deliver the baby? «

»Obviously, you can't give birth the natural way, so we will perform a C-section at the end of february. You will be nine months along then. It will be a good time to bring your little girl into this world. «

»When should I stop working? «

»At the end of November, you should stop doing field work. And I think, in the new year you should stop working in general. «

I let out a relieved breath. That wasn't so bad.

After the appointment ended, we drove to the Navy Yard, where we told the whole team about out little girl. Abby, Ziva and surprisingly Jimmy were ecstatic to hear that. Gibbs and Ducky were happy for us, too, of course, but they showed it in a different way. And I suspected Gibbs to be kind of sad, since my pregnancy had to remind him a lot of Shannon and Kelly. But I had already a plan how to make him happier.

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