THANKS FOR LETTING ME KNOW. SO, I'M GONNA PUT SKIP ABOUT A MONTH, SO NOW IT'S HALLOWEEN!
DON'T OWN IT.
*1 MONTH LATER*
Tony was laying awake in bed. It was 3 in the morning, and he just woke up. Next to him, Ziva was snoring loudly. Sighing quietly, he carefully got out of bed and padded to the next room where Vittoria was sleeping soundly. Am I the only when that never sleeps?, Tony wondered. Knowing that he wasn't going to fall back asleep, he went to the kitchen to check the calendar to see the day's plans. It's Halloween, he thought. Tony also saw that the family had Ziva's first ultrasound of the pregnancy today. Knowing that if he started coffee, it would wake his wife, he wrote a note saying that he was going for a drive and he'd be back around 5 or so, and to call him if Ziva woke up before he was back. He quietly exited the apartment, and got in his car.
Oddly, or not so oddly, given the circumstances, he found himself at Gibbs' house. Muttering to himself, he opened the always unlocked door and descended the stairs to the basement, where Gibbs stood expectantly next to his boat.
"Good morning, Boss." Tony smiled.
"Why are you up at 3 in the morning, Dinozzo?" Gibbs asked.
"Ziva was snoring." Tony said.
"Do I look stupid to you?" Gibbs asked.
"No, Boss. You look very intelligent." Tony said.
"Then tell me the real reason." Gibbs snapped.
"I can't." Tony sighed.
"But you want to." Gibbs observed, taking a sip of bourbon.
"Yes." Tony sighed again, taking a seat on the wooden stool.
"I can keep a secret, Dinozzo." Gibbs said.
"Ziva has her first ultrasound today." Tony said after a moment.
"Oh, it's today." Gibbs said casually.
"You knew!" Tony yelled accusingly.
"I thought Ziva told you that I knew." Gibbs explained.
"She did." Tony said, then looked down in shame. "But I forgot that she told me that."
"You can't remember everything." Gibbs said.
"But I should remember that my wife told me that she told her technical dad that she was pregnant." Tony countered.
"Then go talk to her about it. She won't blame you, Dinozzo."
"I know she won't. But I still feel like a bad husband." Tony said.
"If you don't tell her, then I will." Gibbs said.
"Fine, I'll tell her when she wakes up." Tony said, then pushed himself off the stool to return to his family.
It was 5 by the time Ziva got up. Thankfully, it was a Saturday.
"How long have you been up?" Ziva yawned, hugging Tony, who was reading a magazine on the couch.
"Since 3." He replied.
"What's bothering you?" Ziva asked.
"How can you tell?"
"You don't get up anytime before 7 AM unless you have to." Ziva said.
"I forgot that you told Gibbs you were pregnant." Tony muttered.
"Tony, that's what kept you up?" Ziva said in complete forgiveness.
"No, that's why I feel unworthy. I woke up… Well, I'm not sure why I woke up. Nerves, I guess."
"Tony, you are completely worthy to be my husband. I know that sound egocentric, but it is the truth. There is no one I'd rather be with." Ziva said.
"You're not mad?" Tony asked, daring to look up at her.
"Tony, no one is perfect. It was just past midnight when I told you. It was an extremely short conversation. I am certain that you were half asleep. I do not blame you if you forgot that I told Gibbs I was pregnant. If you had been more focused this morning, you might've remembered, but you were tired and worried." Ziva said, brushing the hair out of his face.
"Can I ask you something?" Tony asked, taking her hand in his.
"Of course." Ziva replied.
"Don't take this the wrong way, okay?"
"I won't."
"Do you… Do you want this baby?"
"Yes. I mean, it's not exactly what we planned or anything, but I love it." Ziva said.
"Good. Cause I want Anthony Dinozzo III, too." Tony said.
"Anthony Dinozzo III? What if it's Ziva David Jr.? Ziva asked.
"We had a girl. Now we're having a boy." Tony said.
"Yes, those are the odds, but it doesn't mean Tori will have a brother." Ziva said. Just then, they heard Vittoria making sounds from the other room, and instantly shot up to go to her aid.
"Good morning, Sweetie." Tony smiled, picking her up and kissing her.
"Why do you think she's up so early?" Ziva asked.
"Probably heard us talking. By the way, your ultrasound's at 8:00, so we need to leave in 2 ½ hours." Tony said.
"Ok. I'm going to get in the shower. Can you get her some cheerios or something?" Ziva asked, grabbing a towel from the closet.
"Yep. I'll have coffee and waffles ready for when you get out." Tony said, placing his daughter in her high chair.
"Thank you, my Little Hairy Butt." Ziva said, pecking him on the cheek.
The drive to the hospital was fairly quick. They were now sitting in the examination room, with Vittoria poking and pinching Tony.
"Z, I think we have a problem." Tony said.
"What?"
"Our daughter is abusing me. Tori, I'm going to be buying your car one day. Be nice." Tony said, looking her in the eye. She then proceeded to poke him in the eye.
"Yooww!" Tony yelled.
"Sorry it took me so long. I'm Dr. Bristol." A tall, blonde doctor said. She then grew concerned at Tony's yelling and eye rubbing. "Is everything ok?"
"Yes, our daughter was playing and got a little rough." Ziva explained.
"Ziva, she poked me in the eye." Tony said.
"So, Ziva, you say your one month, correct?"
"Yes."
"Ok, let's get a picture of your baby." dr. Bristol said. Ziva hopped up on the table and laid down, pulling her shirt up so her stomach was showing.
"It doesn't even look like your pregnant." Tony said.
"That's not what I want to hear, Tony." Ziva said, annoyed.
"Well, you're definitely pregnant. You can see the sack on the monitor." Dr. Bristol said.
"When's my due date?" Ziva asked.
"I'm going to say mid September right now." Dr. Bristol said.
"Great." Tony smiled. Vittoria pointed at the screen.
"That's your brother." Tony said.
"Sister." Ziva corrected him.
"You guys are too funny. Well, in 3 months you can find out." Dr. Bristol said.
"You'd never believe that she almost killed me." Tony said, still smiling.
"I thought we weren't going to bring that up again." Ziva said.
"Right." Tony said, flashing his 1000-watt smile at his wife.
"Before you go, I just have to tell you one thing, Ziva. I know you're extremely active, but I'd like you to refrain from getting your heart rate up above 120, and no martial arts." Dr. Bristol said.
"What!" Ziva exclaimed, jaw dropping open.
"I know this is old news to you, from your previous pregnancy, but I just have to remind you."
"No. I was never told that." Ziva said.
"You weren't? Who was your doctor?" Dr. Bristol asked.
"Dr. Weebler." Tony responded.
"How often did you take part in martial arts and getting your heart rate up?" Dr. Bristol asked, now looking worried.
"Pretty much a daily basis." Ziva replied.
"Your daughter is very lucky to be here. I'm surprised you didn't lose the pregnancy." Dr. Bristol said.
"Oh, Tori…" Ziva gasped.
"But she's okay, right?" Tony asked.
"Yes, she's fine."
"Ziva, don't track down Dr. Weebler, Tori's fine." Tony said in a calming voice.
"He almost killed our daughter, Tony." Ziva said in a cold voice.
"But she's fine, isn't that all that matters?"
"Yes, I suppose." Ziva said. Then she thought back to this day when she was 1 month pregnant with Vittoria.
She glanced at Tony, who kept fidgeting in the uncomfortable white seats.
"Tony, sit still." She snapped,
"I can't." Tony replied.
"Why?"
"My butt hurts."
"Doesn't all the hair keep it padded enough?" Ziva quipped.
"That was just mean." Tony said.
"Ziva David!" A nurse called. She and Tony walked into the examination room, Tony looking pleased to have found a plush seat. A few minutes later, Dr. Weebler walked in.
"Hello." He said in his loud, booming voice, shaking the couple's hands. He was heavy, short, and had a comb over. His mustache took up a lot of his face.
"Hi." Tony responded.
"Ms. David, if you could please lay down on the table and pull your shirt up, that would be great." Apparently he was all business. Ziva did as told, and watched as the image on the screen moved until finally settling on a spot. Just barely noticeable was a roundish blob clinging to a line.
"Is that our baby?" Tony asked, smiling.
"It's your fetal sack." Dr. Weebler replied. Tony frowned at the man's coldness.
"It'll become our baby, Tony. It is just a bunch of cells right now, but they'll multiply and become a human being. In a few months it'll be a fetus, and then, slowly, our baby." Ziva explained.
"Are you a doctor?" Dr. Weebler asked.
"No. Just a geek." Tony said. They couldn't say the real reason. That would involve explaining that she was ex-Mossad. That was too dangerous.
"I paid attention in school." Ziva said, then threw a tongue depressor at Tony's head, hitting him square in the forehead.
She laughed at the memory.
"What's so funny?" Tony asked.
"Remember when I hit you in the head with that wood thingy?" She asked.
"Yep." Tony replied, leaning back in the chair.