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This story will be a collection of ideas I have written regarding Tony/ Ziva relationship. Each chapter will be one story contained.

February 2014

Tony closed the fridge door. His apartment doorbell had just rung. Who was it? The food Tony had ordered had already been delivered. The doorbell rang again. Quickly, Tony put down his beer and went to the door. He opened it and did not expect to find who was on the other side.

Ziva.

'Hello, Tony.'

'Ziva.' It had been five months since they last saw each other. 'What… what are you doing here?' Ziva gave him a small, awkward smile.

'I need to tell you something, Tony. Can I come in?' Tony obliged and opened the door, letting Ziva in. There was something different about her, but Tony couldn't put his finger on it.

It was February and Tony had put the fire on when he got in from work. Ziva took off her coat and Tony immediately saw what was different about her. Ziva's belly was swollen and her breasts were slightly bigger than before.

'You're pregnant?' Ziva stroked her belly, protectively.

'Yes, Tony, I am pregnant. About twenty weeks, or so.'

'Twenty weeks, so…' Tony quickly did the mental math. 'Me? I'm the father? Ziva nodded, a tiny smile on her face.

'Yes, Tony. You are the father. This is your child too.' She rubbed her band across her belly. Tony was in shock and went to sit down, Ziva sitting down near him. 'I understand that this is a massive shock and a lot to accept and process, so please, Tony, take your time. It was a shock for me too.'

'I don't understand. I thought we used protection.'

'Yes, we did. But you and I have seen that episode of Friends enough times to know that birth control is 100% effective.'

'You're pregnant?' Ziva nodded. 'How long have you known?'

'About two and a half months.'

'Two and a half!' Zi, were you ever planning on telling me?'

Ziva looked down, composing herself before carrying on.

'Yes Tony. I was always planning on telling you, at some point. But…'

'But what?' Tony wanted answers.

'Until last week, I was living in some sort of denial. I was happy about the baby but I did not want to prepare for it. It was not until last week that the baby became more real.'

'What happened last week?'

'I found out the baby's sex.' Ziva paused, looking at Tony. 'And I felt her move for the first time.' Tony looked up at Ziva. He looked happy.

'It's a girl?' He sounded happy. Ziva nodded.

'Yes, Tony. We are having a girl.' Ziva smiled, her eyes watery. Tony couldn't help but think that she looked beautiful and happy. 'When I felt her move for the first time, she became far more real than she had been before. I knew, then that I had to tell you, sooner rather than later. I knew why I had been postponing setting up nursery for her and buying all the baby stuff she would. It is because I want you to do with me.' Ziva paused again. 'I am scared, Tony. A baby is something I did not think I would have to consider. Not right now. But if you are there with me, then I think I can do it.'

Ziva tentatively reached out for Tony's hand. He took her, squeezing it.

'I'll be there Zi. I promise.

Tony convinced Ziva to stay for dinner. She was staying a hotel, needing more space and comfort than she had once dismissed. Ziva was also unsure if Tony would want to see her, or would even be around. For all she knew, he was on assignment half way around the world.

They sat talking mainly about the baby and how Ziva's pregnancy was progressing. Ziva showed him the sonogram film, their baby's heart beat on it.

'That's amazing' whispered Tony. He turned his head and found he and Ziva were sitting closer than he originally thought. The last time they had been this close was when they said goodbye in Israel.

'I am sorry, Tony. I am so sorry' whispered Ziva, tears weld up in her eyes.

'What for?' asked Tony.

'For everything, anything I did that hurt you. For pushing you away. For sleeping with Adam.'

Tony shifted on the sofa so he could see Ziva better.

'Zi, that's… that's water under bridge.' Ziva sniffed.

'The moment I realised that it was Adam in my bed, I regretted it' whispered Ziva. 'I knew then that I had feelings for you, Tony. And when you turned up at the farmhouse, I knew in an instant that I was in love you, Tony. I wanted to stay with you, wanted be with you. I still do.'

'Where was this five months ago, Zi? Why didn't you tell me then?' Ziva sniffed

'Because, I did not think I was worthy of your love. I had lost so many loved ones because of what I had done, not just Deena. I was so alone, Tony, and felt that I deserved it. I did not think I was worthy of anything, let alone your love.' She spoken so quietly, as Ziva felt ashamed of who she had been, and how she had left things with Tony.

Tony pulled Ziva towards him and enveloped her in a hug. The moment he did, Ziva felt the fear and stress and tension she had been holding onto for so long evaporate instantly.

'You are worthy, Ziva. You always have been' Tony whispered in her ear. He wiped away the tears that started to fall. Ziva was never one for crying, only allowing herself to cry in front of certain people. Tony felt honoured that Ziva trusted him enough to cry.

'Tell me what happened after I left Israel' asked Tony. Ziva sniffed.

'I cried for a week.'

'Really?' Ziva sniffed again and nodded.

'Yes. I kept going over everything in my head, wondering if I had made the right decision. The number of times I picked up my phone and almost called you… I lost count. One day I woke up and something changed. I knew that if I wanted to be with you, to see you again, I needed to make changes. So, I started seeing a therapist.'

'You saw a therapist.'

'Yes, I know. But it was good to talk to someone who did not know my past. She also diagnosed me with anxiety. I also started going to a support group. Other women who also suffer with mental health. They were really great when I found I was pregnant.' Tony chuckled quietly. 'What?'

'I started going to a men's mental health support group, about a month after I came back.'

Ziva looked at Tony. When they were in the olive grove, after she had buried her list, Tony had said that he could change, they could change together. Ziva refuse to allow herself to believe it.

Yet, Tony did change, learnt how to be open with others. Ziva bit back tears.

'What now Tony?' asked Ziva quietly. 'What do we do now?'

'Well what do you want?' asked Tony.

'You. Us.'

'Me too.' Ziva turned to face Tony. She leant in and kissed him, Tony deepening the kiss. They broke apart, resting their foreheads against each other. Ziva picked up Tony's hand and placed it along her bump. Their baby was moving. Both smiled.

'I love you Tony' whispered Ziva.

'I love you, Ziva' replied Tony.

Thank you for reading. I hope you enjoyed it.