Rifiuto: Non Mirena

"Oh, God, he's moving..." She let out a groan, grabbing onto Penny's wrist. Dinner had just finished and she and Sarah were helping with the dishes while Tim put the leftovers away and cleared the table.

"Ziva, are you okay?" Concern filled Sarah's green eyes, and Ziva nodded.

"Yeah, he's just..." She groaned, straightening.

"Don't ever do that again!" Sarah cried, rushing to her sister-in-law's side. "I thought you'd gone into labor!" The Israeli shook her head.

"No... Amal still has a lot of growing to do. And while he's doing that, he's also decided that playing with my ribs would be a good thing to do." She took a deep breath, as Sarah helped her take a seat at the table. Tim hurried to her, concerned. "Oh, that's my rib cage..." She looked up at her husband, gritting her teeth. "He likes my ribs, for some strange reason. Decided he'd rather play with them than everything else inside me."

"He's definitely my brother's baby." Sarah muttered, squeezing Ziva's shoulder. "Likes the breast area before he's even out of the womb." Tim stuck his tongue out at his sister, and Sarah returned it, playfully. "I love you, Timmy."

"Bite me."

Penny chuckled at her grandchildren's antics before turning to her grandson. "Timothy, sweetheart, why don't you take Ziva into the living room and help her get settled. Sarah and I can take care of the kitchen. You focus on your wife."

The couple did as told, settling on the sofa together. She glanced at her husband, sighing. "I'm sorry, I shouldn't have reacted the way I did, it just... it startled me. I wasn't expecting him to kick me that hard."

Tim chuckled. "Well, thanks to our son, Sarah's had some practice for when the real thing happens."

Ziva grinned, turning her gaze to her belly as she lifted her shirt up. "Is that what you were doing, ahuva? Hmm, is that what you were doing, teaching Sarit how to react so that when you really do decide to come out, she'll be ready? Aren't you a good boy, keeping Sarit on her toes. She needs that."

"It's not funny, Ziva!" Tim rolled his eyes at his sister's reply came barreling from the kitchen. He sighed, propping his elbow on the back of the sofa.

"We are going to have to think about that, though." She met his gaze, seeing the questions he wanted desperately to ask, and understanding that he wanted to talk without Penny and Sarah in the next room over. Gently, she reached up, tracing his jawline, before sitting up and moving to the edge of the sofa. Tim stood, helping her up.

"I think I'm going to go to bed." She sighed, glancing down at her belly, as Sarah and Penny joined them. "Thank you for dinner, Penny, it was delicious." The older woman smiled softly at her.

"You're welcome, sweetheart. Now go get some rest while you can."

By the time eight-thirty rolled around, Tim and Ziva lay facing each other in bed, talking softly, the same subject on their minds. "What if I don't remember after he''s born? What if I never regain those memories? I... I mean... I have very vague memories of our wedding and the last four years, but... but nothing concrete in my head that I can grasp. And I've watched the videos I don't know how many times, but... but the memories never come back, no matter the number of times I play that DVD."

"They will, sweetheart. They'll come back in time. Have patience."

He shifted onto his back, folding his arms behind his head as he stared up at the ceiling. "We don't have time. Our son is going to enter the world in thirteen weeks. Do you know how fast thirteen weeks can go? In the blink of an eye. Pretty soon, we'll be in the birth center, or... hospital or... where ever you want to be, and you'll be in labor, pushing that little human being out of your belly, and yet, I won't have any memory of the night we conceived him or the day we found out we were pregnant. Sure, there's video, but that's not the same as possessing the actual memory."

"Tim," He glanced at her. "Amal won't care if you remember the night he was conceived or not. All that he'll care about is that you hold him and that you love him and will be there to protect him and watch him grow. That's what our son will care about when he's born. That his Abba is there to meet him when he comes out." She shifted closer, resting her head against his chest. "You are his Abba, Timothy. Amal loves you... just like I do."

He sighed, as she brushed a kiss to his chest, and after a moment, he lifted his head, moving one arm down to take her hand. They laced fingers, and silently, Ziva tugged his hand until it rested over her belly. A smile tugged at his lips, and he glanced at her, mischief lighting in his beautiful green eyes. "He never stops moving, does he?"

She shook her head, chuckling softly. "Hasn't since the moment he was conceived." She then pushed herself up, catching his lips in a deep kiss. The baby kicked hard in response, already annoyed with his parents display of affection. "I love you, Timothy." She wasn't expecting to hear the words in response- due to the severity of the accident, it would take a while for him to feel comfortable enough to say those three little words back to her- so she was pleasantly surprised.

"I love you, too."