Why is 'goodnight' a word, but 'goodmorning' not? I do not understand English sometimes. And, for some reason, my laptop decided to change my default language from English(UK) to English(US). Twice. I have no clue why, since it has never done that before.
This hit 200 reviews after the last chapter! I love that; it made me jump up and down in the middle of the office.
So, the last chapter was a long one. I did some maths, because I enjoy numbers, and came up with this little statistic. Before the last chapter, I was averaging 1802.56 words per chapter. Now, that average has gone up to 1974.04, an increase of 141.48. Statistically speaking, that is a large increase of an average with only one extra piece of data. I think the last chapter was an anomalous result.
This was going to be different. I promised last chapter that I would use TiveRulesInGreece's idea, because it is very good, but it became too difficult to write, but in any case, even though I liked the idea of the original chapter more, and I liked the parts that I wrote up more, this is happier.
XLVII. Our Honeymoon Will Shine Our Life Long: Its Beams Will Only Fade Over Your Grave Or Mine.
"Good morning, Mrs. DiNozzo." Tony grinned as his wife's eyes fluttered open.
"Good morning, Mr. DiNozzo." She gave him a gentle kiss before nestling her head back down onto his shoulder.
"Sleep well?"
"Very." She sighed contently. "Why did you wake me up?"
"Because we've got to go down for breakfast. And then we have to say goodbye to everyone."
"Why?" She looked up at him, alarmed. Goodbyes were never a good thing.
"Well, you want to go on our honeymoon, don't you?"
"I thought we agreed that we were not having a honeymoon?" She asked skeptically.
"I wanted to surprise you. Can a husband not surprise his wife?"
"No, not when he agreed on no honeymoon. What will Gibbs and Jenny say? We have not booked any time off of work."
He shrugged and pressed a kiss to her lips. "Jenny presumed we would be wanting a week or two off of work anyway. Oh, and she packed your bags, so you cannot even use that as an excuse."
"I was not…I was not trying to find excuses…" She defended.
"You know, usually, wives want to spend time with their husbands, particularly if their husbands are as awesome as I am."
She looked at him and scoffed. "Since when I have been put into the category of usual?"
"True." He tilted his head in acceptance, placing his hand over her bump and smiling when she placed hers over his and moved it slightly so he could feel one of their twins kick. "You know, I thought you were going to make some comment about me not being awesome."
"Now why would I do that, my Little Hairy Butt?"
"And you're certain that you don't serve Caf-Pow?"
"Yes, Ma'am."
"Well, what sort of an establishment is this place? You don't serve Caf-Pow. It's unacceptable, that's what it is."
"Abs." Gibbs voice broke in gruffly and a red disposable cup was dangled in front of her, stopping her from berating the hotel staff any more.
"You're a lifesaver, Gibbs. I'll love you to the end of the earth." She wrapped her arms around his neck and pressed a kiss to his cheek, leaving a deep purple lip mark.
"Nope, you'll just love me until Caf-Pow goes out of business." He took a sip of the coffee he had brought from the Starbucks around the corner. It was not as good as his usual coffee shop, but it was coffee and that was all that mattered. "They down yet?" He looked around the breakfast room, scanning the faces for the newlyweds.
"Not yet." Jenny said as he sat down next to her at the head table, with McGee and Abby on the other side of a two-seat gap. Jimmy was next to Abby and Ducky next to Jenny. "Jethro, it was their wedding night last night. You remember your wedding nights, don't you?" That comment earned her a glare.
"She's six months pregnant, Jen. Kinda puts a damper on things."
"Yeah, and it's Tony and Ziva. Their sex-life is probably more active than the rest of this hall's added together."
Gibbs grimaced and McGee groaned, whilst Abby smirked and Ducky chuckled. "You want me to start hitting the back of your head too?"
"I'm your superior, Gibbs. That would hardly be appropriate."
"Not here you're not. I'm sat next to Ziva, which makes me more superior than you."
"Ziva's not down yet." She stuck her tongue out at him and he rolled his eyes.
"Oh, real mature."
"Now, now, you two. We do not need any more adolescent behavior than we already have from Abigail and Timothy, and no doubt Mr and Mrs DiNozzo when they finally decide to grace us with their presence."
"Talking about us again are you, Ducky?" Tony said from behind, making the whole table jump. "Ziva's just gone to the ladies room, she'll be here in a second. She's been teaching me to sneak up on people." He grinned proudly, screeching when something blew against his ear.
"Yes, and you are getting very good, Mon Petit Pois." Ziva smirked, kissing his cheek and sitting down next to Gibbs.
"What have I told you about creeping up on me like that?" He pouted, sitting between her and McGee.
"I believe you told me not to do it again, but I could not help myself." She grinned, pressing another kiss to his cheek. "But I think I can get away with it now."
"Wonderful. My life expectancy has just decreased ten-fold." He muttered sarcastically before flashing her his prize-winning grin and entwining his hand with hers. "At least it will be a happy few years, albeit a short few years."
"You must call, Ziva. I miss hearing from you. Once a year is just not enough." The older woman held Ziva in a vice-like grip.
"Yes, my child. Our world is not as bright without your radiance."
"Shmeil, do not be so overdramatic. I will only phone so long as you come and visit more often. You want to see my babies, yes?"
"Of course we do." Nettie pressed a kiss to her forehead then turned to Tony. "Now young man, I presume that you will take good care of my Ziva for me; she may not look like it, but she does need love, and she needs someone to look after her. And I hope that you will be making sure she phones at least once a month. Do you understand me?"
"Er, yeah." He grinned and kissed the back of her hand, making he blush.
"Such a gentleman." She smiled, giving Ziva a final hug. "Take care of yourself."
"I love you."
"Well, there is no need to get so sentimental about it." She smiled. "My Ziva, all grown up…" Ziva chuckled, looking over to where Shmeil was talking to Tony.
Do not let her boss you around. A man needs his strength, and if you let her boss you around then you have nothing. But still, do what she says, because you do not want to be on her bad side."
"No, Sir, I certainly don't."
"Sir? What is all this Sir business? It is Shmeil to my friends, and any friend of Ziva is a friend of mine."
"I'll take care of her for you." He smiled soberly. "I'll keep her safe."
"You better, because I can be quite intimidating when I want to be."
Ziva snorted. "No you cannot, Shmeil. You are too good to be intimidating." She gave him a hug, pulling away and almost being knocked over by Abby as she barreled into her. "Abby, we are going to be away for two weeks. We will be back in no time."
"But Ziva, two weeks is like… a twentieth of your pregnancy. That's ages. When you get back you're gonna be huge!"
Ziva raised her eyebrows. "Excuse me?"
"Not in a bad way, but you'll be two weeks closer to having the babies, and they'll be so much bigger and, and, and…"
"Calm, Abs."
"Sorry, Gibbs, but it's so exciting and what if something happens?"
"Nothin's gonna happen, Abs. We'll be fine." Tony pried her off his wife and kissed her cheek before handing her over to Gibbs.
"Take care of them for me, Jen. I want them all safe and alive when we get back." Ziva whispered in her maid of honour's ear.
"I will, don't worry." She smiled and watched as Ziva kissed Gibb's and McGee's cheeks before taking Tony's hand and sitting in the back of the '56 white Ford Thunderbird: Tony's choice of car. They both waved as the driver pulled away in the direction of the station.
"Ready, Mrs DiNozzo?"
"Always, Mr DiNozzo."
I am not going to write the honeymoon. Sorry, but I just… I was going to, but now I am not, so you will just have to use your wonderful imaginations to imagine your own. It was also very short. Sorry about that, too.
