Tony looked at his fish. „I think she's sick." he called into the kitchen.
Ziva came out and looked at the goldfish.
"You think we have to get her to a doctor?" Tony asked again.
"I don't think, she is sick. I think she is lonely." Ziva answered and sat down into the armchair. She did not like standing for a long time. Her feet began to hurt easily. She was eight months pregnant and it got worse every day.
"Lonely? Kate has never been lonely before." Tony said still looking at the fish.
"Well you did not have me back then. Or us. We should get her a friend."
Tony was alright with that and the next morning they found themselves in a pet-shop but soon Ziva regretted her suggestion.
"No, he is way too big." Tony said to the first fish and with that it started: "Too small…. Too fat, look he will eat all the food and Kate has to starve… no, to orange… to white… to slow, … no, this one is too fast she has to be able to follow him… I don't like the look in his eyes, he looks mean… His fin is to big… Oh no, never a fish that has such a big mouth…"
To Ziva they all looked alike but finally after three hours and four pet-shops they bought another goldfish. Tony named him Mike.
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At home Tony placed Mike carefully to Kate in the water. "Hey Zee, I think she likes him." Both fishes were swimming into different directions.
Ziva fell back onto the couch and laid her feet on the coffee-table. Tony grinned. Their rule five was: "Never put your feet onto the coffee table." Rule 5 a: "It is okay to put the feet onto the coffee-table when you are pregnant."
He smiled and went over to sit on the table. Now he was violating rule number 14 but Ziva didn't complain, because he took her feet in his hands and massaged them softly.
"I think this was good training."
"For what?"
"Well, when she is born…" he pointed to Zivas belly. They knew it would be a girl. "We can start to look for a man for her."
Ziva chuckled: "I think we won't have a vote in her choice."
"Oh yes we will. We will find a man for her and she will be allowed to marry him, shortly before I die." Tony said sternly.
"You don't want grandchildren?"
He thought about a moment: "No. That would imply that we allow her to have sex, that's not gonna happen."
Ziva caressed her belly and said: "Don't listen to Daddy. When the time comes I'll see that he is out of your way, I promise." She whispered to her unborn daughter.
"Hey!" Tony complained.
"Oh come on Tony. She's not even born. We have time until we have to think about that."
Tony grumbled but decided to start to search for an acceptable man tomorrow.