SORRY TO KEEP YOU WAITING. I'VE BEEN AT NUMEROUS SLEEPOVERS AND SUCH, SO…

DON'T OWN IT.

The three sat in the living room, Vittoria poking at a cushion, entertaining herself.

"It's not that big of a deal." Ziva said after a few moments, her voice quiet. She glanced at her daughter. "I mean, we have Tori. There are some people who can't have children. And we have one healthy one."

"That's true." Tony nodded. "And I am very thankful for what we do have."

"But?" Ziva looked at him.

"I don't know. I guess I kinda wanted to have another baby."

"I think it was a good thing. I just want to wait."

"That would've been problematic if we had that baby, then." Tony smiled.

"But you wanted to have another baby." Ziva was now confused.

"I did. But you're right. We're not ready yet."

"At least we're on the same chapter." Ziva kissed him.

"Page, Z, not chapter." Tony smiled.

"Whatever." She mumbled.

"We should tell Gibbs." Tony said.

"And my father." She sighed.

"I just realized something." Tony looked alarmed.

"What?"

"I didn't eat lunch."

"Oh, you poor baby." Ziva said. "We might as well just have Gibbs and my dad come with us." Ziva got up to get the phone.

"What?" Tony looked startled. "Gibbs really hates him. He's only being nice for you. His son killed Kate, and he left you to die. You really have no idea how much he hates him."

"Maybe they can learn to get along." She said, handing the phone to him. "You can call Gibbs, I'll tell my father."

"Ok." Tony smiled at her.

"Hey, Dad!" Ziva yelled out the window. Tony chuckled at her antics.

"Yes, Honey?" The man in question replied.

"Want to go out to lunch!"

"Sure!"

15 minutes later, Tony, Ziva, Vittoria, and Eli were sitting at their local Italian Restaurant, looking at the menus when Gibbs took a seat.

"Hey, Boss." Tony said. "This isn't weird."

"What's the matter, Dinozzo? Can't go out to lunch with your boss?" Gibbs asked.

"Well, no. It's just…" Tony stuttered.

"What he's trying to say, is that you, Tony, and I have become a lot closer in the past year or so." Ziva said, throwing a smirk Tony's way.

"What she said." Tony repaid the smirk.

"Hello, Gibbs." Eli said warmly.

"Eli." Gibbs nodded.

"I don't suppose now would be a good time to say that I miscarried?" Ziva asked.

"That was subtle." Tony murmured. Eli's mouth dropped open.

"You okay?" Gibbs asked. Even he could not hide the shock of the news he just heard.

"It is for the best." Ziva said.

"We both agreed that through the joy of the pregnancy, we couldn't see that we're not ready for another baby. We should probably buy a house, you know, get out of the apartment." Tony said. "And, no, it doesn't have anything to do with you." He looked at Eli.

"Wait, we didn't talk about buying a house." Ziva said.

"Well, we probably should talk about it at some point. We have our room and Tori's, and she can't fit another bed in there. So if we have another baby, we're kinda screwed." Tony said.

"We'll talk about this later." She folded her napkin that she had been wiping Tori's mouth with back up.

SO, HOW DO YOU THINK THE REST OF DINNER'S GOING TO GO? I'M SORRY ABOUT THE SHORTNESS. I'LL TRY TO UPDATE AGAIN TONIGHT.