Rifiuto: Non Mirena

A/N: Why can't certain people just accept that this is fan fiction? Why do you read McGiva if you don't like it anyway? Go read Tiva.

Thanks to DS2010 for reviewing 18 and 19, with, you know, real, actual reviews. Not anonymous ones that tell- pretty much my sister-in-law, because this is her story, I'm just uploading it- to 'stop, screw off and that she wishes she was in pain. It hurts'. If you don't like McGiva, DON'T FUCKING READ MCGIVA! Go READ Tiva, there are PLENTY on this site, and leave me and my sister-in-law ALONE. I think part of the reason she stopped writing was not only her mental health and other personal issues, but also that reviewers like you finally got to her, so she stopped. Sorry. That's my rant for the night.

Week Twenty-Eight

Ziva lay on the exam table, her shirt pushed up, watching as Jeanne gently examined her belly. Tim leaned against the near wall, hands in his pockets, watching silently. A small smile tugged at the doctor's lips. "What is it?"

The older woman glanced at the agent, before gently pressing on one particular spot of Ziva's belly. "You feel that, Ziva?"

The expectant mother nodded. "Yeah. What is it?" Jeanne grinned.

"That's his head."

"What?" Ziva slowly pushed herself up onto her elbows, not sure she'd heard the woman correctly. She glanced at Tim, who shrugged, just as confused as she was.

"This space here," A moment passed, before she helped Ziva sit up and then took the mother's hand, resting her fingers against her belly. "feel that hardness?" Ziva nodded. "That's his head. He's moved into the right position."

"Right position?" Jeanne turned to Tim, giving him a small smile.

"For birth. He's going to be growing in that position for pretty much the rest of your pregnancy. He'll move around some, but as it gets closer and there's less space, that'll stop, especially when it comes time for him to be born. But right now, everything looks good, he's strong and healthy. He's exactly at the weight and length he should be. You're doing fine, Ziva. Now go on, get out of here. I'll see you in two weeks."

The drive home was silent, and when they got home, Ziva perched on the edge of the sofa, unbuttoning her blouse and pulling it off before turning her attention to her belly. She skimmed her fingers over the skin, stopping when she felt the baby's head. Even though he'd changed positions, he was still an active little boy, and Ziva watched in silence as her belly shifted and rolled with her son's movements.

"What are you thinking about?" She looked up, accepting the cup of hot tea he held out as he joined her.

She sighed. "He's... in position. His head is down and... and that means that... that soon, he's going to be coming out of me. Tim, I... I'm terrified. I... I don't want him to come out. I want him to stay in. I know that sounds... crazy, but..."

He shook his head, setting his cup down and reaching out to cradle her face in his hands. "No, that's not crazy at all. You've had this tiny human being growing inside you for months... of course you're terrified. You have every right to be."

"And you'll still be here?"

He raised an eyebrow. "It's my baby, isn't it? I may have lost my memory, but I'm fairly certain it's my baby."

Ziva chuckled, blushing. "Yes, it's your baby." She reached up, brushing her fingers over his forehead. "And your memory's getting better. You still don't remember our marriage or our son's conception, but you remember us, and that's a good thing." She sighed. "Now, shall we take that picture?"

He helped her to her feet and grabbed the camera, following her to the wall near the window. Hands on her hips, she smiled softly as he snapped a couple shots, before moving to cradle her belly. And once he'd printed the photographs, he joined her at the kitchen table, where they were working on the baby book. "I still can't believe that soon, we'll be adding information about his birth and how much he weighs and how long he is and what time he came into the world-"

"It doesn't seem real."

She turned to him, realizing that he spoke on more than one level- not just in regards to her pregnancy, but in regards to the last several months of his life, from December on, when she nearly lost him to that accident. Silently, she reached out, taking his hand and squeezing gently, before leaning over and kissing him softly on the lips.

Ziva then pulled away and pressed the photograph down, making sure the glue stuck before moving away. She glanced at Tim, who gave her a soft smile, before leaning over and pressing a soft kiss to her cheek.

I may still be cooking, but I won't be inside Ima for much longer!

Twelve weeks left to go...

Done with the page, they put it aside to dry and then headed upstairs. Ziva crawled into bed, suddenly exhausted but unable to sleep. Tim followed, settling onto his back to stare at the ceiling. He soon felt Ziva snuggle close, resting her head against his chest, and after a moment, he leaned down, pressing a kiss to the top of her head. She sighed, playing with the buttons of his shirt. "We have class today."

"At four."

She buried her face in his shirt. "I don't want to go."

Tim chuckled softly. "Well, we're signed up, so we have to go."

"Can't we not and say we did?"

He thought a moment. "I could be wrong, but I think they take attendance." She groaned softly.