She follows him upstairs, to the bathroom. She carefully undresses Matthew as Tony runs the water. She tosses the onesie, and the diaper into the trash can. She holds Matthew away from her body, trying not to get poop on her. She places him in the bathtub, and Tony grabs a cup. He begins rinsing the baby off.
"How did he do this?" Tony questions.
"I don't know."
"How can one kid poop so much?"
"I don't know, but we should probably figure it out."
"I don't think we can stop him from pooping."
She just smiles. She looks at the baby in the bathtub, and just starts to laugh. She gets up from her spot, kneeling beside the bathtub. She closes the lid on the toilet, and takes a seat.
"You're going to bail on me? That's not fair. It's not that funny."
"I'm sorry, I just..." she laughs.
"You just what?"
"Can't believe this."
"That he pooped everywhere?"
"I think we should get married."
"I thought that we already decided that," he points out, as he wipes poop off Matthew's back. "Where did that come from?"
"We did decide that but, I think sooner would be better than later."
"Why?"
"What do you mean why?"
"Do you have some reason?"
She looks at him questioningly.
"I do."
"What?"
"You don't know?" she raises an eyebrow.
"Don't know what?"
"Hannah?"
A few seconds later Hannah comes into the bathroom.
"Yes?"
"Is there something that you want to tell me?" Ziva questions.
"It was all my idea. He doesn't have any clue. He didn't go in with me. He just gave me the money," she says quickly, trying to get away.
"Whoa! Where do you think you're going?"
"I have homework to do," Hannah answers her.
"You have all weekend to do it."
"I have to do it now," she argues.
"Hannah!"
She runs out of the bathroom, towards the safety, and security of her own room.
Tony just looks at Ziva, in confusion. She grabs a towel, and takes Matthew from him.
"What was that about?" he questions.
"Sometimes I think that we're insane."
"I'm not sure where you're going with that."
"What have we gotten ourselves into?"
"I don't know," he shrugs.
"We're having a baby."
"We already have a baby," he points to Matthew.
She doesn't say anything, as she leaves the bathroom, and walks through their bedroom, across the hall, to Matthew's room. She grabs a clean diaper, and some clean clothes. She lays him on the changing table. She slides a clean diaper under him. She smiles as she fastens the diaper.
"Is that better?"
He smiles at her. She grabs the onesie, an attempts to put it over his head. He squirms. "Uh," he whines.
"Ok. We'll leave it off," she concedes.
"You're going to let him be naked?"
"He's wearing a diaper."
"But..."
"It's like ninety degrees outside. If he doesn't want to wear clothes, who could blame him."
"But we're inside. It isn't that warm in here."
She scoops the baby off the changing table, and hands him to Tony. He just looks at her, as he takes the baby.
"What do you want me to do with him?"
"Just hold him," she replies as she runs out of the bedroom.
"Where are you going?"
"To be sick," she responds.
He follows her back across the hall, through their bedroom, into the bathroom. He watches in horror as she empties the contents of her stomach. She gets off the floor, and moves towards the sink. She brushes, flosses, and swishes. She takes Matthew from him. She hands him the trashcan.
"What do you want me to do, with that?"
"Go empty it," she insists.
"Ok," he nods.
He takes the can downstairs. He walks through the kitchen, out the back door. He opens the dumpster lid, and dumps the can inside. The bag falls out as he dumps. He notices the box, under the dirty diaper. He grabs a broken hanger that is lying on the ground. He pushes the diaper aside, to get a better look at the box. He finds the contents of the box underneath. He tosses the hanger in the dumpster, and slams the lid. He carries the trash can back inside, and stops in the kitchen, to wash his hands.
"Zi?" he calls out.
"I'm right here," she answers from the living room, as she attempts to dress Matthew. She effortlessly slips the Ohio State onesie on him. She holds up socks. They're plain, and white. He takes them from her, and drops them on the floor.
"That's what I thought," she comments, pulling out a second pair of socks. She slips the scarlet, and grey socks on him, without any protest.
"Can you put him down for a minute?"
"Why?"
"We need to talk," he answers.
"And what is putting him down, going to do?"
"Ziva," he huffs.
She sits him in the playpen. She then returns to her seat on the couch.
"What?"
"I emptied the trash."
"I know."
"Do you know what I found in there?"
"Yes."
"So..."
"I told you, we're having a baby," she reveals.
"We're what?"
"Having a baby."
"But we already have a baby."
"What is your point?"
"We have one. How can we have another one?"
She rolls her eyes.
"You're not going to answer, are you?"
She shakes her head.
"We're really having a baby? You're pregnant?"
"Yes," she nods.
"Can I..."
She senses the panic in his voice, "Why don't you go for a drive?" she suggests, "Clear your head."
