"I do not need to be married, to be happy. You understand that, right?"
"Yes."
"I do not expect you to marry me."
"I know that."
"I know that I am pregnant, but I don't expect you to commit the rest of your life to me."
"I know."
"I know I am having your babies, but... you didn't sign up for this. It was an accident."
"Ziva..." he trails off, in frustration.
"What?"
"I want to marry you, because I want to spend the rest of my life with you. I never expected this to happen. I didn't really think that you would get pregnant. I never thought that I would want to marry you, or anyone, for that matter. My feelings for you haven't changed, because you're pregnant. I feel the same way that I did, before all of this happened."
"I don't believe you."
"Why not?"
"You never did anything, you never said anything."
"I waited. Maybe I waited too long."
"What changed?"
"Nothing."
"Nothing?"
"I saw an opportunity, and I took it."
"What are you talking about?"
"You told me that you wanted a baby. I thought that if you had my baby, I could never lose you. Maybe you would end up with someone else, but we would always be tied together. We would have a child together, and no matter what we would always have to be in each other's lives."
"You wanted me to have your baby, all along?"
"Yes."
"Why?"
"Because I love you. I didn't know how to say that. I didn't know how to make you believe me."
"So you chose to impregnate me, instead?"
"I guess."
"That is completely insane."
"I never claimed that I wasn't."
"And now you want me to marry you?"
"Yes. I want you to marry me. I love you."
"You did it on purpose, didn't you?"
"Did what?"
"Got me pregnant."
"I don't understand the question. You were trying to get pregnant."
"You have never gotten anyone pregnant before. Obviously, you know how to prevent it."
"So do you," he counters.
"You're blaming me for this?"
"I am not blaming anyone. I am just saying..."
She cuts him off, "You are just saying what?"
"This happened, because we wanted it to happen. We both wanted this."
"But..."
"You knew that I would volunteer."
"I did not. How could I have known that?"
"Because you know me."
"I know how jealous you are."
"You thought that you would scare me away."
"I had hoped."
"Why?"
"Because anyone who gets to close always ends up dead."
"I am not going to end up dead."
"I thought that if I came up with something that crazy, you would back down. I hoped that you would give up."
"But I didn't. Do you even want a baby? Did you want a baby?"
"Yes."
"My baby?"
"You didn't see me ask anyone else, did you."
"I can only assume that you didn't."
"I can assure you, I did not."
"Why not?"
"Because I could never picture anyone else as the father to my child."
"You loved me, too?"
"I..." she trails off.
"It's ok."
"Yes."
"So then marry me."
"Why?"
"Because I love you. You love me. We are completely insane. We go about things completely wrong. We do things out of sequence. We have a hard time admitting our feelings. But most of all, we'd be lost without each other."
"I don't know if that's good enough."
"Marry me. Please."
"I..."
"You're afraid?"
"I am afraid that things won't work out. We are having two babies. Do you know how stressful that is? Not to mention, we're going to have to move. More stress. Work, that is even more stress."
"You're afraid that we're going to crack, under all the pressure?"
"I don't want to lose you."
"You're never going to lose me."
"What if we get married, and neither of us can make it work."
"We'll make it work."
"How?"
"I don't know how."
"Why?"
"We have to. We are going to have two children that count on us. And, I love you."
"Ok."
"Ok?"
"I'll marry you," she agrees.
He slips her grandmother's ring onto her finger. It fits perfectly. That was the thing about them. The puzzle pieces of their lives were misshapen. They wouldn't fit anywhere else. Together though, they were a perfect fit, no matter how different they were.