Rifiuto: Non Mirena

"Sarah? What.. what are you doing here? You're supposed to be in Israel-"

"I asked them to push it back."

"Why?"

The younger McGee turned to her sister. "I told them there was something more important that I needed to document."

Tim furrowed a brow. "What?" The two women turned to him, and after a moment, Sarah replied,

"The birth of my nephew."

Twenty minutes later, the trio soon found themselves at the kitchen table, sharing cups of coffee and tea. "But, Sarah, this project-"

"Can wait." Sarah replied, reaching over and taking her sister's hand. "This is more important." Ziva furrowed a brow. "Ziva, this is your son that's going to be born. I said I would be there filming the birth, and I'm going to be." She then got up, going to her brother and slipping her arms around his neck. "How's your memory, Timmy?"

He sighed, reaching up and covering her hands with his. "About the same." Sarah nodded, squeezing his shoulders gently.

"Give it time, Timmy." She pressed a kiss to his head as Ziva stood, resting her hands on her back. She was exhausted but unable to sleep thanks to her belly, and with their active son, she wouldn't be able to sleep anyway.

"I think I'm gonna take a shower. See if that will relax Amal enough that he'll let me sleep." She kissed both siblings quickly on the lips before heading upstairs.

"So, are you excited, Timmy?"

After she'd started the shower, she quickly undressed and stepped beneath the warm spray- the water rolled down her back and her stomach; she sighed, rubbing her hands over her belly. "Soon, ahuva. You will be here soon. Only six more weeks. Are you excited?" The baby kicked, and Ziva couldn't help the smile on her face. Once she finished, she stepped out of the shower, coming in to find Tim was in the bedroom, pulling a button-down on over his tank. "Sarah asked me to tell you goodbye. She's meeting Penny for lunch." Ziva nodded, quickly drying off and getting dressed before pulling her hair back in a braid. They had a doctor's appointment that they had to get to.

She looked up, to find her husband watching her silently, his green eyes drinking in every detail of her. "What is it? Tim?"

He shook his head. "Just... wondering how I managed to get so lucky. I have a... a beautiful wife and a rambunctious little boy that's going to be born soon and..." His eyes soon turned, misting over with guilt. "And sadly I... I don't remember either of them. I mean... I have very vague memories of you, but... but our son..."

"Tim, ahuva, you have to be patient. I know you want to remember everything, but that's not how amnesia works."

He sighed as she made her way to him, reaching up and taking his face in her hands. "I know, I just... I'm frustrated, I guess.. and I know you've heard this all before, and I shouldn't be repeating myself, but... but I just..." A moment passed before he took a seat on the edge of the bed. Ziva joined him, taking his hand.

"You have every right to be frustrated, ahuva. You lost... not just three months in a coma, but four years of marriage thanks to that accident. You have no memory of me or the baby we created, let alone our first years of marriage. I understand that it's difficult and frustrating and I know you want to remember everything. But these things take time. Patience is a virtue, remember?"

Silence met her, and she watched as he rubbed his forehead. "Yeah, I know. I just..." But he stopped, shaking his head. Ziva smiled softly, getting up.

They got to the appointment early, and soon found themselves waiting in the exam room. Ziva sat on the edge of the exam table, rubbing her belly absentmindedly; she glanced over at Tim, who leaned against the nearest wall, hands in his pockets. The two locked eyes just as the door opened and Jeanne slipped inside. "How're you two doing?"

"Doing better." Tim whispered, watching as Jeanne quickly checked his wife's heart and breathing and then had her lie back before pulling on a pair of gloves and push up her shirt.

"Are you having trouble breathing, Ziva?" The Israeli nodded, swallowing. "That's because of the weight of your uterus. Unfortunately, it takes up everything in its path." Ziva giggled softly, and the two parents watched as Jeanne gently felt Ziva's belly. She pressed gently on the bottom, before pressing a little firmer.

"What is it?" Jeanne glanced at Tim before turning back to her work.

"Well, at your appointment a couple weeks ago, I noticed that he'd engaged, and then last week he'd un-engaged."

"And now?" Tim asked, glancing at his wife. Jeanne pressed gently on the bottom of Ziva's belly.

"And now he's engaged."

"Engaged?" Ziva asked, pushing herself onto her elbows. Jeanne nodded, turning to her.

"He's engaged in your pelvis."

"So..." Ziva swallowed, sitting up when Jeanne stepped back. "So does that mean I could go into labor." The doctor slowly removed her gloves.

"Unfortunately, Ziva, first time mothers don't go directly into labor. With subsequent labors, yes, but usually, the baby will drop and engage and then it could be weeks, because the baby is still growing, until you go into labor. Now unless your water breaks and you start having major contractions, yes, you could be in labor, but that's fairly rare in a first-time mother."

Ziva sighed, understanding, though it annoyed her. She wanted her son in her arms. "Oh, okay."

"So, go home, spend some time together, enjoy these last six weeks before the baby comes, okay? When he's ready, he'll come." She nodded, allowing Tim to help her off the exam table. She took a deep breath, putting her hands on her hips. As they moved to leave the exam room, Jeanne chuckled. "Ziva," The mother turned to her. "You were asking about dropping?" She nodded. "Suddenly breathing easier?"

A moment passed before Ziva nodded, realizing that she was having an easier time breathing. "Yeah, I am, actually. Why?" Jeanne smiled softly at her.

"Because you've dropped."