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Ziva rubbed her belly as the baby moved, whilst munching on hummus and veggies. The pregnancy had brought of her need for both Israeli and Italian food, much to Tony's equal enjoyment and horror. The pizza and falafel incident came to mind. And with the amount of food that Ziva thought she was consuming; this child was definitely Tony's
They were in Harrisburg, Pennsylvania, on their way back to DC. It had been Jackson Gibbs' funeral. The entire team, along with Director Vance had travelled up to Stillwater, to support Gibbs and pay their own respects to Jackson. Everyone loved and respected him. He brought out another side of Gibbs, and a different one. One they rarely saw, and now that Jackson had passed away, one they probably would never see again.
The funeral brought up a lot of memories for team Gibbs, whether it was the funeral of a parent, sibling or friend. Funerals had the power to do that. Now that it was over, Ziva was looking forward to happier events to come. Within the next six months, Bean would be born and both Ziva and Tony would have birthdays of their own. They were also planning a quick holiday in September. Bean would be about three months old. At the moment, however, they were staying in a hotel in Harrisburg on the way back to DC. The four-hour drive was a bit much for Ziva to do it in one go.
With just over five weeks to go before Bean was born, they had everything finally ready. A birth plan had been formulated, birthing classes were finishing up, and names had been finally picked. After a lot of heated discussions, they finally settled on William Anthony if Bean was a boy. Tony and Ziva even started making tentative wedding decisions, about when and where they might like it, though nothing was set in stone. Ziva was getting ready to go on maternity leave, making sure that her cover was prepared, and at home, Ziva had cooked several freezer meals.
Tony came out of the bathroom. He had needed a shower after driving in this heat. It might have been May, but it was warm. Tony grinned at the sight of Ziva eating hummus and veggies. Her pregnancy cravings had been interesting to say at least. Pizza had become a bit of an issue. Tony's favourite pizza was pepperoni, sausage and extra cheese. However, Ziva came to the conclusion that her half of the pizza could do with some improving, notably with tuna and gherkins. Tony made one comment and the next thing he knew, they were having an argument. The whole argument ended with Ziva in tears, throwing falafel at Tony, whilst threatening him with paperclips.
Tony flopped down on the bed just as Ziva finished her hummus and veggies.
'You still hungry?' he asked.
'It is your child' retorted Ziva. Tony chuckled. He turned to look at the time on his phone. He noticed the room service menu tucked away on the night stand.
'Let's indulge' suggested Tony as he pulled over the room service menu.
'Room service?'
'Yeah, why not? We're not going to be able to be like this when Bean comes. Let's be selfish and indulgent.' Ziva laughed and took the menu from Tony. She then took the pad of paper and pen from the nightstand and started making a list. She passed the pad and pen to Tony.
'You want to add anything?' she asked, though the look in her eye told Tony exactly what mood she was in. Tony threw the pad to the side and leaned into kiss Ziva hungrily.
Ninety minutes later, they were lying in bed, clothes on the floor, eating what they had ordered.
'I've been thinking' said Ziva casually.
'That's dangerous' joked Tony, popping some fries into his mouth. Ziva hit the back of his head. 'Ow. What have you been thinking about?'
'That I think I would like to be called Ima, not mom.' Tony sat up slightly.
'Really?'
'Yes. I did think about being called mom but it just sounds.' She paused. 'Foreign. It is silly really.'
'Not if it's important to you. Bean is half Israeli and Jewish. We decided that we're going to celebrate both Hanukah and Christmas. I'll be Daddy, and you'll be Ima.'
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Tony stood at the bar, waiting for Ziva to arrive. Originally, they were only staying one night, but they decided to extended it by another. This was their last night at the hotel and decided to have dinner at the restaurant. It was possibly the last time they would be in a restaurant before Bean was born.
Ziva had been practically ready when she rushed into the bathroom saying she needed to pee again and that she would meet Tony by the bar. And so, Tony waited, having ordered himself a beer and Ziva a non-alcoholic mojito. It was the one thing that she desperately missed; the occasional mojito.
Tony turned away from the bar, scanning the entrance for Ziva. Finally, he saw her. Ziva was wearing a green summer dress that elegantly draped over her bump. Her wild curls framed her face perfectly and she looked radiant. Ton felt like he was falling in love with her again.
'Hi' she said, kissing Tony.
'Hi. You look incredible.'
'Thank you.' Ziva smiled and took a sip of her mojito. Tony indicated to where their table was. Ziva made her way over to it. Tony turned back to the bar and picked up his beer. The bartender was wiping glasses.
'Is she with you?' he asked, nodding towards Ziva. Tony nodded in reply.
'Yeah, she's my fiancée.'
'You, my friend, are one lucky man. She looks amazing.' Tony turned to look at Ziva sitting at their table. He chuckled and grinned.
'Yeah, I am.' Tony walked over to Ziva, unable to wipe the grin off his face. He could not remember a time where he was this happy.
I've never been to Harrisburg. From the photo's I saw on Google, it looks nice.
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