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Ziva had been the first to ask, followed by McGee, and even Gibbs hinted at the question. Abby wasn't sure why they were asking, but she knew she and Tony had to discuss the answer. It was three months until their wedding, these were the decisions they should be making now and not the day they tied the knot.
So, Abby had decided to make dinner for Tony (or order something, she really wasn't that picky), and ask him after dinner. She found it was best to ask the important questions when someone was happy and full of food. They had less chance of freaking out. Not that this decision would make Tony freak out, he must have thought about it if he was willing to propose, but Abby never knew.
So, she ordered Italian, after realizing she had nothing in her cabinets, and was just setting the newly arrived food on her kitchen table when Tony knocked at her door. He had called a few minutes beforehand, probably attempting to avoid another 'surprise.' Abby thought it was cute, and absolutely hysterical, that he felt the need to call.
"Something smells good," he said when she let him into her apartment.
"I ordered Italian," Abby commented as she shut the door. Tony nodded, removing his jacket. He went to throw it on her couch, but a sharp look from her had him hanging it up in the small closest next to the front door.
"So, what's up?" he asked following her into the kitchen. "Is this another wedding thing? Because, I told you before, as long as it makes sense…"
"No, it's nothing like that," Abby responded walking towards one of her cabinets. She pulled the door open, taking out a bottle of wine and two wine glasses (gifts from McGee for her birthday last year).
"Then what is it?" DiNozzo questioned furrowing his eyebrow.
"I can't invite you over for dinner?" Abby shot back giving him a curious look.
"Invite away, I'd never blow you off, but it's just lately…"
"Yeah," Abby responded knowing exactly what he was referring to. They-okay she-had been so wrapped up in wedding stuff, that they hardly had any alone time. She may have had a question to ask him, but that didn't mean they couldn't spend the rest of the night just being Abby and Tony.
"Well," Tony stated breaking up the long silence, "let's see if this place is any good." He grinned, Abby smiled back, and they sat down to eat.
They talked about little things. About whether or not Jimmy and Breena were ready to be parents (the blond embalmer had found out a few weeks ago, and Palmer had been showing the sonogram to everyone he ran into), about whether or not Gibbs and that shrink, Ryan, were still together, and whether or not McGee and Ziva were ever going to tie the knot. Abby had faith they would, Tony disagreed. They spent a good twenty minutes playfully arguing back and forth, and finally settled on, if they did get married, Ziva would definitely wear the pants. It felt good to just let all the stress from the wedding planning melt away; even if it was for one night.
When they finished eating, and Tony deemed the food passable, both started cleaning up. Abby took care of the wine glasses while Tony took the trash out. It felt so natural, so normal, that Abby knew she was asking the right thing.
When DiNozzo returned from the trash chute, he walked back into the kitchen and leaned against the counter, looking down at Abby. She had been sitting at the kitchen table patiently waiting for him.
The Goth opened her mouth, ready to ask the question, but Tony cut her off. "I was thinking."
"That's dangerous," Abby commented and grinned when Tony threw her a look. She gave him an apologetic look and gestured for him to continue.
"Since we are getting married, and since it'd be a little strange if we lived in two separate locations…"
"Ziva got to you didn't she?" Abby asked interrupting DiNozzo.
"Yeah, how did you…?" he started giving her a curious look.
"She asked me the same question today; along with McGee and Gibbs. Well, more like McGee while Gibbs just sort of hinted at it. And I was going to suggest the same thing. I mean each has a point and we should have thought about…"
"Is that a yes?"
"Yes," Abby replied nodding. She got to her feet rushing into her bedroom and reappeared a few seconds later carrying a stack of research. "I was debating whether or not to get a condo or a house. Research says renting is better than buying, but I wouldn't mind buying something we can pass down to our kids…" Abby trailed off, her eyes widening at the realization of what she had just said. "I meant…"
"Abbs," Tony said softly, and she looked up to meet his eyes. "Do you want kids?"
Abby wasn't sure how to respond. Since Palmer had announced he was going to have a-as Tony so eloquently put it-mini 'autopsy gremlin,' Abby had been thinking of nothing but having a kid.
Not now of course. There were far too many things going on for her to actually have a baby. But maybe someday, after her and Tony were married and had a chance to settle down.
"Abbs, do you want kids?" Tony repeated his face unreadable.
"I… I wouldn't mind it," she replied softly, averting her eyes, absentmindedly picking at her dark red table cloth. "You know, someday."
It was quiet for a few moments, the silence pressing in on Abby's ears, and she wanted more than anything for someone to make a noise; even if it was someone bursting into her apartment in hopes of robbing her. Anything had to be better than this horrible silence.
Finally Tony drew in a breath and said, "Kids wouldn't be that bad."
"What?" Abby looked up, giving him a suspicious look.
"I mean, obviously we should wait until after the wedding. Maybe a few months or a year, just so we can get into a stride, but yeah. Kids wouldn't be so bad."
"Are you serious?" Abby questioned trying not to get her hopes up.
"If we're making decisions for the future, why not make this one, too." He shrugged, and Abby squealed getting to her feet to give him a hug.
"I've been getting a lot of these from you," he commented wrapping his arms around her.
"I love you," she said, ignoring his statement, showering him with kisses.
"I hadn't noticed" Tony mumbled and Abby laughed. "You know," DiNozzo started as a Cheshire Cat-like grin spread across his face, "we could always start practicing."
"Yeah," Abby responded as a slow smile spread across her face. "In the coffin?"
He was quiet for a second, Abby knowing he was torn, but the prospect of sex must have won out because he said, "Why not."
"Let this be a noteworthy day," Abby commented slowly. "Tony DiNozzo agrees to have sex in my coffin."
"I could always change my mind," he stated softly.
"I doubt it," she whispered back and started towards her bedroom. "Catch me if you can!" she called over her shoulder and raced forward.
"Oh, you are going to get it!" he called back and chased after her. He managed to catch her around the middle, she let out a scream of mirth, and he shut the bedroom door with his foot.
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