"Let me tell you."
"No."
"Please."
"No."
"Okay… Please?"
"Tim! No."
Tim sighed. "Fine."
It had been two weeks since they had found out the sex of the baby. Before getting to the doctor's, Tim had decided he didn't want the know the sex, and Abby did. But, at last minute, they switched roles. Ever since then, Tim had been begging- on and off- to get to tell Abby what it would be.
"Have you thought about Lamaze?" Tim asked as they walked in the park, hand in hand.
"I'm not sure if I wanna do it or not. I mean, a lot of women say it helps, but even more women say they forget about what they learned the second they actually go into labor… Plus, it's kinda awkward to do all those exercises in front of other people."
Tim laughed, "Well, if you decide to go, I'll be there. And if you decide not to go… well, then I won't be there."
"Good to know," Abby replied with a laugh.
"You wanna sit for a while?" Tim asked, noticing Abby's face becoming pale. She had been getting dizzy easily lately. It worried Tim at first, but then the doctor told them it was pretty normal.
Abby nodded, "Sounds good."
They walked to a nearby bench and sat down, still holding hands.
For a moment they were both silent, just enjoying the scenery around them.
Abby smiled. "I like this."
"What?" Tim asked, looking over at her.
She turned to him as well, "This. You and me being together."
Tim smiled, "I like it too."
Abby scooted closer to Tim and laid her head on his shoulder.
"Can I tell you now?"
Abby groaned, "No."
"Please!"
"No!"
"Please!"
"No."
"Tim, I'm beggin' here."
"I know. It's very unbecoming… and kinda creepy."
"What is creepy?" Ziva asked, walking into the bullpen.
"Tony begging to know the sex of my child."
"I would also like to know the sex of your child, McGee," Ziva replied, walking over to his desk and standing beside Tony.
"Listen, guys, I'd like to tell you, but Abby doesn't even know."
"We can keep a secret," Tony replied in an offended tone.
"Yeah, right."
"What if I threaten to torture you?" Ziva asked.
Tim's eyebrows furrowed, "What kind of torture?"
"My kind. It has no official name."
"You wouldn't."
"Try me."
Tim sighed, "Look, I will ask Abby if she cares for you guys to know and, if she doesn't, then I will tell you. Only then. Fair enough?"
Ziva nodded once. "That sounds fair to me," She replied before going back to her desk.
"I can keep a secret," Tony said again, crossing his arms.
"I know, Tony. I will tell you if she says okay."
"Fine." Tony went to his desk and got back to work.
"Hey, Abbs. Have you got-"
"Gibbs!" Abby exclaimed. "Do you know how un-baby my apartment is? It's crazy! I don't even have enough rooms. I'm gonna have to get a new place. I want the baby to have its own nursery and I can't do that at my apartment." Abby was speaking so fast that Gibbs couldn't get a word in. "And I have bat figurines at my place, Gibbs. Bat figurines! What if the baby decides to stand up, holding onto one of them for support, then falls back and the wing jabs through its throat? Oh my God, my bat killed my child! That's it! I have to get rid of them. The big ones at least. And I have to get a new place. A place with enough room for a child, and padded walls, and no sharp corners or electrical outlets, or tile floors, or hardwood floors, and the carpet needs to be really, really soft- but not white- cause that's practically begging for something to spill on it, and-"
Gibbs took a hold of Abby's shoulders, "Abby, stop. You keep talkin' that fast and you're gonna pass out."
Abby took a few deep breaths, "Sorry, Gibbs. It's just so much to think about."
"I know." Gibbs led her to her stool and gently sat her down, "Can I give you some advice?"
"Please!"
"I doubt you'll be able to find an apartment or house like that, so don't even try. They have things to put over sharp corners in your house, and over electrical outlets. Those things will become your best friends.
"The baby is going to fall. It's going to get bumps and bruises. Every time it does you will feel horrible, but it happens. It's normal.
"You may have to get rid of some things that you like, but you can also just put them out of reach. You don't need to get rid of who you are for the baby, Abby. I mean, if you were a drunk and a chain smoker, then you might need to get rid of who you are, but not because you have bat figurines. If you're going to want them again someday, then just put them up for now."
Abby bit the inside of her lip. "Do you think I'll be able to do this, Gibbs?"
Gibbs smiled, "I know you will. Both you and Tim will make great parents. You two are two of the most caring people I know. It'll be hard at times, but if anyone can do it, you two can."
Abby smiled. "Thank you, Gibbs," She said, then stood up and gave him a hug.
He hugged her back. "Anytime."
After a moment, Abby pulled back so she could look at Gibbs. "Uh, you were probably coming down to see if I got anything from the fingerprints you brought me earlier, right?"
Gibbs nodded, "You haven't gotten to them have you?"
"I've been kinda busy… thinking."
Gibbs smirked, "It's okay, Abbs. There's no rush for them anyway. I'll be back in a couple of hours."
"Okay."
Gibbs began to leave, then turned and came back. "And Abbs?"
Abby turned around, "Yeah?"
"You might want to include Tim in your apartment search. Make sure he likes the place too."
Before she could reply, Gibbs left.
She knew what he meant. It may not be a place for just her and the baby. Tim could be there too... It could be a home for the three of them.
She thought about it for a while, and she was surprised when she realized that the thought didn't scare her… It made her smile.
Happy 4th of July everyone! Hope you guys have a great day.
Random note: I listened to Skillet the whole time writing this chapter. It's kinda odd to be writing sweet McAbby while listening to a hard rock band... But it somehow helped haha
Hope you guys enjoyed :) Thanks for reading and reviewing!