He leads her into the apartment, into the bedroom. She takes a seat on the bed. She scrutinizes his every move. He stands in front of her, with his arms crossed.
"Stand up."
"Stand up? Why are we here? In your bedroom?"
"Ziva get off the bed."
"I..."
"Just trust me."
"I do, that is the problem."
"Ziva do what I say, for once, please."
She gets off the bed, and he tries pushes her out of the way.
"What is your problem? Why are you pushing me?"
"You are in my way."
"In your way? Ask me to move."
"Ziva, please."
"Please, what?"
"Please, move."
She takes a step back. He pushes the bed away from them. He drops to the floor. She looks at him in confusion.
"What are you doing down there? Are you looking for dirty socks?"
"Hold on."
She tries to see what he's doing. He comes up, with a box. Finally she sees what he had been doing. He slides the wood panel back over the safe in the floor. He hands her the box.
"What's this?"
He points to the bed, and motions for her to sit. She takes a seat. He takes a seat next to her. She looks at the shoe box. She lifts the lid off of it.
"I didn't really know what to do with it, so I saved it," he admits.
She looks inside the box, in silence. Inside there is a stack of pictures, hospital i.d. bracelets, a pink headband, a pair of socks, and a tiny pink dress.
"That's what she wore home from the hospital," he points.
She pulls out the stack of pictures. She flips through them. At the top of the stack there are picture of the two of them. They are smiling in every single one of them. She stops, and stares at one of them.
"Do you remember that one?"
"Like you'd ever let me forget."
"I hadn't seen you in three weeks."
"And your face was priceless."
February 14th 2003,
He is waiting on her, when she slips into the apartment. She flips on the light, as she comes in the door. She puts her bag on the floor. She stares at him in confusion, as he sits at the table, in the dark. She smiles.
"What are you doing?"
"It's Valentine's day."
"Why are you sitting in the dark?"
"I wanted to surprise you."
"With dinner?"
"I thought that you'd probably be in the mood for breakfast."
"You made me breakfast?"
"French Toast. I hope you're hungry."
"I could eat."
He watches her, as she slips off her coat. He finds his eyes locked on her, unable to blink. She begins to move towards the table, but then she notices him staring, and she stops dead in her tracks.
"What are you staring at?"
"Nothing," he lies.
"You are staring. What are you staring at?"
"You."
"I know that. Why are you staring?"
"Because I can."
"I want to know why."
"Look at you," he responds.
She looks down. Beneath her black shirt is a noticeable bump. She purses her lips, and looks back up at him.
"You think that I'm huge?"
"No," he shakes his head, "I never said that."
"But you thought it?"
"No, I didn't."
"Then why are you staring?"
"I am your husband, can't I look at you?"
"You can but..."
"I haven't seen you in three weeks. In pregnant time that is an eternity. It wasn't that noticeable when you left."
"There is nothing I can do about it."
"I didn't say you should."
"So why were you staring?"
He smirks, "Because you're beautiful."
"You are serious?" she tries to gauge his reaction.
"Why wouldn't I be?"
"I do not feel beautiful. I feel... big, and uncomfortable. I am hungry, and tired, and cranky. I do not feel beautiful. I feel like a shower..."
"Sit down and eat, before your food gets cold, and your exhaustion invades all of your brain cells."
"What is that supposed to mean?"
"You are not thinking clearly. You are being a little bit crazy."
"You thought that I would be anything less than crazy?"
"No. Please eat."
"Why are you trying to get me to eat?"
"You said that you were hungry."
"You seem anxious."
"I want you to eat so I can give you your present."
She sinks into the chair, and watches him from across the table. She lifts her fork, and shakes her head.
"Not tonight," she argues. She takes a bite.
"Not that."
"Not that? Really? You do not want to have sex?"
"You are impossible. There is no way I can win here."
"You do not want to have sex? What is wrong with you? You find me that disgusting right now? That is unbelievable, you did this to me."
"I had help."
"I cannot believe you."
He sighs, and attempts to salvage the evening. He pulls out a box, and hands it to her.
"Here is your present. I hope that you like it."
She stares at the box. "Lingerie?"
"Just open it."
She pulls the red ribbon off, and then the lid. She digs through the tissue paper, and peers inside. She looks at the tiny dress inside.
"It's a little small for me, don't you think?"
"It's not for you, it's for the baby."
"We have not found out the sex yet."
"You seem convinced that it's a girl."
"What if it is not?"
"Then I'll return it."
She smiles. He grabs his camera, and snaps a picture, before she can react.