"Are you sure she's breathing?" Abby whispered frantically.

Tim held his own breath for a moment before watching Delilah's back rise and fall. He let out a small sigh of relief and turned to Abby. "Abs, she's fine."

"Sorry." she squeaked. "Just making sure." She continued to watch Delilah for another moment. "I thought it would take longer to get her to sleep."

"Yea, me too. I mean with Tony as a father," he got a small smile to crack from her lips. "You'd think it'd take forever."

Abby let out a breath and turned around, looping her arm through McGee's and bringing him into the living room. They both took in the mess of toys, bottles, blankets, and pacifiers that were spread about the apartment. McGee let out an exasperated sigh. "We better get started." he breathed, bending down to pick up a stuffed fox.

With a sigh, Abby began to pick up all objects on her way to the kitchen. "Look at all this stuff." she complained as she picked up four pacifiers in a row. "You'd think at least three kids lived here." she had a small chuckle embedded in her voice.

"Maybe one day." Tim thought out loud.

Abby shot him a questioning look. Although he didn't catch it until he came up from underneath the couch. "What?" he asked, wondering why she was so obvious to his thought. "You don't think Delilah's going to be their last do you?"

She cocked her head to the side in thought. "I guess not." she chuckled at a lost thought. "I never really thought they we're gunna have a first."

They continued to clean up the apartment until the only thing left was a small baby doll in front of the TV. Abby picked it up slowly, as if it were going to break at the slightest jerk. She brushed the doll's hair behind it's ears, smiling at a long gone memory from her childhood. "I used to have a doll like this." she stated, catching McGee's attention.

She sat down on the couch; Abby still admiring the doll while Tim admired the organization of the apartment. "When I was eight, the only thing I wanted was a baby." McGee's eyes moved to watch her as she continued to stroke she doll's hair and fix it's sleeves.

"Are you thinking about it now?" he asked softly.

She let out a sigh, but her eyes didn't leave the dolls. "After seeing Delilah and how happy she makes Ziva." she paused for a moment taking a deep breath. "Kids would be nice."

Abby finally took her eyes from the doll and got up to toss it in the toy box in the fair end of the living room. "You?" she slipped casually.

"I'd like to have kids one day." his smile caught hers as she turned around at crashed onto the couch, handing him the remote before leaning her head on his shoulder.

"But for now I guess we're just Aunt Abby and Uncle Tim." she said merrily, but he could sense a hint of something else- remorse maybe- in her tone.

Only a few more minutes had passed when Ziva and Tony entered the apartment, hand in hand- a happy surprise for Abby and McGee.

Abby bounced off the couch to greet them. "How was dinner?" she sang.

"Fine Abby." Ziva smiled as she let go of Tony and let her eyes search the living room for her daughter. "She's sleeping." McGee answered her unasked question. She shot a thankful smile towards him before checking on Delilah.

Tony's eyes stayed on Ziva until she disappeared into the bedroom, his eyes made him seem to be on another planet. When he came back to reality he was greeted with Abby's smiling eyes. They were filled with happiness as she watched him watch Ziva. Her mouth was pursed tight, holding back a smile but the tips of her lips cured upwards. "So…?"

A tight smiled stained his face as he narrowed his eye on her. He shook his head slowly as her eyes pleaded for an answer. But their moment was interrupted by Ziva emerging from the bedroom. "Thank you, both of you." she said towards McGee and Abby.

"I hope she was not any trouble."

"Ziva are you kidding? She was excellent. I don't think I've ever seen a more well behaved baby." Abby beamed. "We even doubted Tony's paternity." she joked.

Abby turned back to the couch and helped Tim up before walking towards the door. "Tomorrow?" she whispered.

"Tomorrow."

"Everything?"

"Everything."

"Including tonight?" she added at the last second, prompting a shocked look from Ziva.

Ziva shook her head, chuckling lightly before opening the door for both of them. "Thank you."

"Don't be too loud." Abby said quickly before darting out the door. Tim was left to awkwardly stare at the two shocked agents before catching up with Abby.

"You think they're…together?" McGee asked as they waited for the elevator.

"Nope." she said simply as the elevator doors opened. "I know."

Ziva closed the door slowly before turning around to meet Tony's charming smile. She took his hand softy and lead him to their bedroom. The tension between them grew as they silently changed and washed up, stealing glances towards each other and softy brushing up against the other.

Tony hopped into bed, eagerly waiting for Ziva. When she did come out of the bathroom and sat on the bed, she adjusted herself under the covers and placed a small kiss to his temple, like she did every night as a silent thank you, and placed her head on her pillow, facing him.

"That's it? No s-"

"No, not tonight." she said simply. "Just sleep."

"But this is our first night together. We always sleep." he whined.

A chuckle emerged from her lips. "I can sleep closer to you." she said snuggling up against him.

"Or on top of me." he smirked, pulling her up on his chest.

She let out a hearty laugh as she kissed him softly, intertwining their legs and snuggling her head into the crook of his neck.

"I love you." she said through a dying chuckle.

He looked into her eyes softly. "I love you too." She wrapped her arms around his neck and kissed the bottom of his jaw.

He would have taken the 120 lbs of Ziva instead of nothing any night.