A/N: This chapter mentions a controversial topic (vaccines). If you have strong feelings to either side. Please leave it out of the reviews. This is fiction and for fun. I don't want a debate in my reviews. I respect freedom of speech and if you wish to voice your opinions you are more than welcome to PM me.


The sound of cries pulled Gibbs from his sleep. Beside him Jane was already out of bed and bending over the tiny bassinet. He was amazed by how quickly she was able to get up and get the twins calmed down. He kept forgetting that this was her fifth time doing this. One time she was even alone with three other kids depending on her. She was the most amazing person in the world to him and to him it was a reward to get to call her his wife and now the mother to his children. She was already the loving, devoted, and adoptive step-mother to Elizabeth Kelly and Jackson Liam. He pulled himself out of bed and picked up Frankie who was awakened by her brothers cries. Tony so far was the more difficult of the twins. He was a sweet and loving baby but he cried a lot and he was the one who had to be put in the NICU. Much like his namesake it was for difficulty breathing. At least baby Tony's issues were far less severe than big Tony's. God he hoped that his baby boy never became infected with some disease that no longer existed.

"Jethro!" Jane called.

"What is it?" Gibbs asked.

"Can you take Tony and I will take Frankie? Tony always does so much better with you." Jane asked.

"Yeah sure" Gibbs replied swapping babies with his wife.

"I still can't believe we got twins." Jane commented.

"I know it is crazy." Gibbs replied.

"I am so glad they are both so healthy." Jane replied.

"Me too" Gibbs replied.

"So twins run in your family I guess." Jane observed.

"Yeah Liz and J.L and a few other extended family members. My dad had one a sister I think but she died when they were toddlers." Gibbs explained.

"I am so glad things are better now." Jane replied.

"Me too. Uh this may be controversial but you know that there are vaccines for everything that killed my dad's siblings and friends when he was growing up." Gibbs commented.

"I got all my kids vaccinated." Jane replied.

"Good" Gibbs replied.

"Enough controversial stuff. It is late." Jane replied.

"Agreed" Gibbs replied.

"So what do you want to talk about?" Jane asked.

"How lucky I am." Gibbs replied.

"I am the lucky one." Jane corrected.


Abby looked at the blinking numbers on the clock beside her bed. It was almost two in the morning. Oh God! It was almost two in the morning! She thought to herself. Why hadn't the twins cried yet? Had something happened to them? She jumped out of bed and ran across the hall to the nursery. Brayden's crib was the one closest to the door. She looked inside and to her relief her son was lying with his blankie gripped in his hand and his thumb in his mouth. On the other side of the room Katelyn was curled up in her bed but she had tossed her blanket out of the crib. Abby bent down, picked up the light pink piece of fabric and placed it back in the crib beside her daughter. Katelyn immediately tossed it right back out of the crib. Abby sighed, picked up the blanket, folded it, and placed it on the dresser. She walked back to her room and climbed in her bed. She looked at her clock again. This time it read two o'five. She didn't want to jinx it but this may be her first cry free night.

"I love you guys but it would be awesome if you guys slept through the night." Abby said to the room across the hall. Where her children were sleeping.


Ziva rocked her screaming son in her arms. Sweet little Tony looked more and more like his father every day. His hair had fallen out but was growing back in curly and brown like Tony's and his eyes were already starting to change from the blue that most Caucasian babies eyes were the first few months of life. To the beautiful emerald green that made Tony really stand out. She had gone online and gone a little crazy with the Ohio State baby gear. She knew it didn't make any difference to him but to her it was special. To her it made her son a mini Tony. She still missed him so much. She wondered how she would tell her son that her dad had died before he was even born. It would kill her but she knew that her son had the right to know. Even if she married Jimmy or some other man and they became Tony's dad. They would never be his father and Tony would catch onto that pretty fast. Tony fussed and she reached for one of the soft toys that sat on the shelf. She picked up the tiny stuffed Ohio State Football and handed it to her son. The baby cooed and smiled.

"Your daddy played football and basketball for them. He was amazing." Ziva told her baby boy.


Jimmy was up in the middle of the night. He hadn't been feeling well so he woke up to check his sugar numbers and they were through the roof. He had checked when he went to bed at eleven and they were fine a little high but still within the safe range. When he woke up at one thirty they were dangerously high. He could barely sit up. If he didn't get this under control soon. He would have to go to the hospital and that terrified him. If he was in the hospital who would take care of Ben and Lily? He heard his daughter crying and stood to go and check on her. He took three steps from the kitchen table before the room started to spin and he passed out on the floor.


A/N: Will Jimmy be OK? New chapter will be up soon. Please review and thanks for reading.