Thank you for the reviews,favorites, and follows. - finally remembered that.

You weren't suppose to get a Tiva baby until the very last chapter, but I suddenly really wanted a Tiva baby...

. U is for Utopia .

She's asleep and drooling by the time he returns from the kitchen with two bowls of ice cream.

The fact that he was only gone for five minutes sets a new record for the Israeli-American who's in her second trimester. She's tried everyday after work, but refuses to ask for temporary leave...their kid is going to be a handful.

He steps towards her, trying to be as silent as possible because her ninja skills have been enhanced with what the new agent, Harvey, calls "mommy instincts". He supposes those instincts were what told her the correct gender of their baby.

The bowels get set down on the coffee table as he makes plans to lean forward and pick up his exhausted partner only for her chocolate gaze to snap open. It takes her a moment to realize it is only him and she offers him a small smile before patting at the empty couch space beside her. He takes the hint and lowers himself down, arm extending around her so she can rest her head against his chest while she captures his free hand to rest it on her tummy.

"Did you get my ice cream?" She questions through a sleep induced yawn, her eyelids are heavy but expectant causing him to chuckle as he tosses her a nod.

"I sure did and it smells terrible." He chuckles inching forward just the slightest to take her bowl and pass it to her, Ziva's former position is reestablished as she draws the spoon through eight different flavors.

"It tastes good though." She hums, taking the spoon to her lips. Her eyes immediately draw shut as she licks her lips with a soft moan. "Really good."

He chuckles in response, roaming a finger through her loose curls thankful that the pregnancy hasn't been too much of a struggle for her - especially adjustment wise. He had thought it would be hard for her to not be out in the field, but to his astonishment she didn't complain when he put her on desk work...perhaps the promise to let her question suspects had made things just a bit easier. Every now and then she would get a little frustrated, snapping at Tim or Abby...and most definitely himself. Ducky was her scapegoat though, they should really give him a fruit basket or five when this whole bumpy road is over.

"Tony?" Ziva's uncertain voice pulls him from his thoughts, but he already knows what she's about to say before it falls from those full lips. "There is a ring in my ice cream."

He continues his fingers through her curls, pretending to come up with some sort of response even if he knows exactly what is about to be said. "There is." The man nods in agreement finally drawing his hesitant gaze to her mesmerized chocolates. "I've planned about ten thousand different proposals and not one of them felt right," He scratches his stubble from the day as his gaze softens. "I also didn't want it to be one of those cliches," He shakes his head as he drums his fingers against the top of her scalp before allowing it to fall down with her waves. "So I figured that when the moment was right, I would just know...ya know? I was back there in the kitchen fixing your disgusting ice cream and I couldn't think of anything more perfect...you and me, finally after all of these years and now we got a little peanut on the way. Which, I am still shocked about because I had this whole idea about the wedding first and then the kid, but...I was fixing your ice cream and it just felt right. I didn't want to put you on the spot somewhere by me getting down on one knee so I settled for this, if you want to marry me you can put the ring on but if you don't then things don't have to change." His finger stalls in her hair, moving to stroke her bottom lip. "Either way, I still love you and nothing would ever change that."

"Tony..." She grins as a tear slides down her cheek which she ignores by claiming his lips to her's. She takes his breath away with that simple action, his heart skipping several more beats - if this is a heart attack he doesn't want it to end, but it does with her finger settling against his bottom lip. Her tears sail her cheeks and it takes everything he has not to reach up and wipe them. "Do not ever think I would refuse a proposal from you."

His heart does another "boom bada boom boom bada boom" as he smiles genuinely towards her response. He strikes forward preparing to lock his lips with her's again only to be refused by her palm settling against his chest. "I do not think I could fit in a wedding dress though."

"They make wedding dresses for pregnant people, David." He scolds by taking her hand in his and kissing her knuckles. "I love you so much...I know I don't say that nearly enough-"

"You say it everyday, every hour, every minute in everything you do. I love you too, Neshama." She claims his lips again and he immediately melts under her taste. While it might not be the perfect set up and while the world outside might not be all that great, inside the confines of their two bedroom apartment, he can't seem to think of a better utopia.

Hope that wasn't much of a disappointment.