Tim and Abby had been out shopping for a few hours. It was almost noon and they had already bought some onesies, some diapers- which Abby thought were adorable plus they were on sale, bibs, bottles, and a bunch of other little things that they would need when the baby came.
Abby was almost at the 30 weeks mark of her pregnancy, and she was getting more excited each day- as was Tim.
Abby still glanced down at the ring on her finger every once in a while. She couldn't get over how beautiful it was. White gold with one black diamond in the middle. It couldn't have been more perfect. She thought that, since Tim asked her to marry him before getting the ring, he'd have her help him pick it out… but he refused to let her help saying that if he couldn't figure out what type of ring she'd like, then he didn't deserve her… He was joking, of course, but still he wouldn't let her help. It made her a little nervous. No matter how much she loved a good skull and crossbones she didn't really want that for a ring that held the meaning of "I love you and I want to spend the rest of my life with you". She was very happy when he came home with a small, yet very her, engagement ring.
"Wanna go eat first, or look at furniture?" Tim asked as he and Abby walked hand in hand.
"Um… furniture. I'm not hungry yet… unless you wanted to eat first." Tim had been taking such amazing care of her since her visit to the hospital that she didn't want every decision to be exactly what she wanted. Yes, he had been great to her throughout the whole pregnancy, but he got extra protective after the hospital. Taking more visits down to the lab, making sure she always had something to drink, and that she sat more than she stood. He treated her like a princess.
Tim shook his head, "No, I'm fine."
They walked into the children's furniture store and began looking around.
"What color of furniture do you want?" Tim asked.
"I don't know, what do you want?" Abby asked him back.
"No idea."
"We really should have thought this through more."
"I agree."
They began looking around, then Abby turned to him and smiled. "What about black?"
Tim sighed. "I thought we were past the black thing."
"We're past the black walls, we never discussed black furniture."
"The baby's room is starting to sound like those kinky massage parlors that get raided from time to time."
Abby raised her eyebrows at him, "And how would you know what those are like?"
"Cause I've raided them a couple of times."
"Oh yes, cause you're a super agent."
"Oh yeah, that's definitely me. Both times I was the last one in and I got to cuff the half naked man lying on the table."
Abby laughed. "Sounds fun."
"Yeah, it wasn't."
They continued looking around for a couple of minutes, then Abby suddenly put a hand on her stomach and scrunched up her face. "Mm," She groaned.
"What? What's wrong?" Tim asked, immediately becoming worried.
Abby shook her head. "No, it's nothing. Just a stomach cramp… I must be hungrier than I thought."
"Why don't we go get something then come back? We've been walking around a lot today anyway."
Abby smiled, "You just want me to sit down and rest."
Tim nodded. "Correct." He put his arm around her and they walked out of the store.
They went to a small restaurant not far from the store they were in before. That was one of the joys of a smaller outlet mall. Nothing was ever too far.
She rubbed her stomach again as they sat down, the look of pain returning to her face.
"Are you sure you're okay?" Tim asked. He knew people's stomach could hurt if they got too hungry, but it wasn't like she hadn't eaten in days. It had been about four hours.
"Yeah, I'm fine."
"Maybe we should call the doctor, or just drop by the hospital and-"
Abby held up her hand a the pain passed. "Timmy, I'm okay. Let's just order."
They began to look at the menu and a few seconds later the waitress arrived. They both ordered, then she went back to get their drinks.
By the time the drinks had arrived, Abby had another stomach cramp. It was worse than the other two, but she kept it hidden from Tim. She hated to see him worry, and she was sure it was nothing… hopefully.
"I was gonna get the paint today for the bedroom. That could be our last stop before heading home."
Abby smiled and clapped her hands together. "I can't wait to see the nursery finished. It's gonna look awesome for… whatever we're having."
Tim sighed. "Are you sure you don't want me to tell you if it's a boy or a girl?"
"I'm sure, Timmy."
"Fine."
They continued talking for a few minutes while waiting for their food to arrive. It was mostly about how much they've changed in the past few months… Not just them, but the whole team. Suddenly Tony was coming into work talking about a new movie he's going to see with the baby instead of talking about how many girls he'd been out with over the weekend. Ziva told Tim that she was going to start teaching him self defense as soon as he could crawl. Everyone just seemed so excited for the baby to arrive.
As they finished the conversation, their food arrived. They thanked the waitress, then began to eat. Well, Tim began to eat. He took a couple of bites then looked over at Abby, who was just staring at her food.
"Is something wrong with it?" Tim asked.
"No, I just- Ow!" She exclaimed, grabbing onto her stomach and bending over in pain.
Tim jumped up. "Okay, Abbs, we really need to go to the hospital. I'll call the doctor on the way and she'll meet us there."
"Tim, there's nothing wrong, I-"
Tim bent down and put his hands on her face, making her look at him. "Abby, I know you're scared, but you can't pretend nothing's wrong, okay?"
Tears formed in Abby's eyes. "I am really scared."
Tim pulled her into a hug. "I know, but it'll be okay. The doctor will just check you out and probably give you some medication, then tell me to take you home and let you lay down. That's it."
"I'm not supposed to have the baby for ten more weeks, Timmy! What if-"
"No, Abby. No. It'll be okay."
Tim stood back up then helped Abby to her feet. He pulled his wallet out of his back pocket, grabbed some money, and laid it on the table. He didn't even count it, he just hoped it was enough… Seeing as the meal was only twelve dollars total and he laid down a fifty, it was plenty.
Tim called Abby's doctor on the way to the hospital and she told him that she would meet them there right away. After he hung up he gave his right hand to Abby for her to squeeze when she was hurting.
He counted every squeeze the whole way. Six total within twenty minutes time.
His heart was pounding. He was pretty sure that he had never been so scared in his life. Not when he was bitten by the dog, or when he shot the cop, or when he let himself get captured by terrorists. No, this definitely took the cake.
But he didn't show his fear. He couldn't. Right now, Abby was scared enough for the both of them, so he needed to be strong for her.
When they arrived at the hospital, Tim got out of the car and hurried around to Abby's side. He helped her out then held onto her as they walked in.
Abby's doctor, Dr. Angie, was waiting for them right when they got inside.
She smiled kindly as she walked over to them. "I hear you're having some stomach problems."
Abby nodded. "It hurts pretty bad."
"Well, why don't we just go back and have a look. The room we're going to have to use for now is a little small, so if you wouldn't mind waiting out here Tim?"
Tim looked over at Abby. "Will you be okay?"
She took a deep breath. "Yeah. I'll be fine."
They gave each other a hug and a small kiss.
"I'll come get you after I see what's going on," Angie said to Tim.
"Thank you."
As the doctor and Abby began to walk away, Abby turned back to him. "Don't call the team," She said, "I don't want them to worry. Not when we don't even know if there's anything to worry about."
Tim nodded. "Okay, I won't."
"I love you, Timmy."
"I love you too, Abbs."
Tim's heart broke as she walked away. He could see how scared she was… She was way past scared. She was terrified.
Tim almost started to pace back and forth, then it seemed as though he could hear Gibbs telling him to sit down, just as he had done the last time.
Tim sat down in a nearby chair, finding himself unable to remain in one position for too long. He'd sit with both legs on the floor, then cross his left leg over his right, then change and cross his right leg over his left. He could not get comfortable. And the nervous pain in the pit of his stomach didn't help any. He felt like vomiting.
What felt like twelve hours later, but was actually about one hour later, Dr. Angie came out into the waiting room.
Tim immediately stood up when he saw her. He didn't get a good feeling when she didn't smile as she walked over to him. She always smiled. Always.
"What's wrong?" Tim asked.
She sighed. She knew Tim was a federal agent which meant he would want immediate answers and wouldn't want to beat around the bush. "Abby has gone into labor, Tim."
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