Rifiuto: Non Mirena

A/N: Okay, so these are two reviews I'm not gonna let Zani read- 'I am done with your stories. This was the last straw. Sorry. I can't deal with the schizophrenia anymore.' and 'Really, Tim? Uck. Another story I'm going to have to stop reading.' Is your problem with me because I'm not Zani, and I'm just uploading her stories? Is it with the stories because they're not Tiva- which, newsflash, is never going to happen on the show!- or is it just because you have nothing better to do than criticize my sister-in-law because she's going through some issues with her mental health and I'm trying to pick up the slack she dropped? Whichever it is, I don't appreciate it, and neither do Evan or Zani.- Licia

Thanks to DS2010 for reviewing 79 and 80, oh my for reviewing 79 and Ugh and Guest for such lovely reviews on 80. What is so wrong with Chapter 80? Or is it just that I'm uploading these and not my sister-in-law?

Two Days Later

The door shut softly behind them, and after setting the car carrier down, Ziva knelt down and unbuckled their son, scooping him up and holding him against her shoulder. "B'nee, baruch'a haba'a." She kissed his head, shifting until the baby was curled against her chest.

"I doubt he can understand Hebrew, Ziva. He's only two days old."

She turned back to her husband. "I don't care, Tim. Amal is going to grow up learning Hebrew, as well as English and Irish Gaelic, because that is his heritage, and he deserves to be proud of where he comes from. Don't you agree?"

"Of course, but all I'm saying, is that he was born two days ago. Let him... get used to being outside your womb before you introduce him to new languages. He's just a baby, Ziva." He went to her, sliding his arms around her waist and pulling her close. Though their son had been born just two days earlier, Ziva still looked about six-months along- mainly because her uterus was doing the work of shrinking back down to normal size again; Jeanne had let them both know that it would be a few weeks before she looked like her normal self again. However, to Tim, he didn't really remember what Ziva's normal self was-

He was so used to how she looked during the pregnancy, that a tiny part of him feared how he'd react after she went 'back to normal' as Jeanne had said.

And let's not forget the lochia- the postpartum bleeding common after birth. Or, as Sarah had so tastefully characterized through her laughter, "The heaviest, longest, bloodiest period you'll ever experience" of which Ziva had then reached over and slapped her, hard, upside the head. Tim had even winced.

He kissed her softly, following her into the living room as she took a seat on the sofa and quickly unbuttoned her blouse. Tim took a seat on the sofa beside her, watching as she undid her bra and shifted the baby, guiding him towards her breast. The infant latched on and began to nurse hungrily; Ziva whimpered softly- the after pains- the contractions that were working to shrink her uterus back down to normal- were painful, especially when she breastfed, and since the baby was only two days old...

On instinct, Tim reached over, gently rubbing his wife's belly, trying to help ease the pain as he'd done when she'd been in labor. She looked up, smiling softly as she reached up to caress his jaw. "I just want our son to know of the beautiful man who helped me create him." Tim forced a tiny smile, kissing her softly before pulling away; he continued gently rubbing her stomach, and the action seemed to relax his wife.

"He's beautiful, Ziva. You have a beautiful son." She glanced down at the baby before his words hit. She then furrowed a brow, looking up at him.

"He's your son, too, Timothy."

"I know, I just..." He swallowed. "Forget it." The furrow deepened, and her mouth tugged down at the corners.

"Everything okay, ahuva?" Slowly, her husband nodded.

"Yeah. Everything's fine." He sighed, thinking of Sarah- who had made her first appointment with Dr. Cranston the day before. A moment passed before Ziva turned back to the baby in her arms. Tim watched in silence as she reached up, taking Amal's hand in hers and stroking her thumb over it.

"How did we ever get blessed with such a beautiful little boy? Hmm?" Once the baby finished, Ziva gently removed him from her breast and held him against her shoulder, rubbing his back. Afterwards, she adjusted her hold, resting the infant on her lap, supporting his head with her hand, while she gently rubbed the boy's belly. "You are the most beautiful baby boy in all of D.C., yes you are. You have Daddy's nose, and his chin... and you're going to have his smile..." She looked up at her husband, grinning. Then, without a word, she leaned over, capturing him in a firm, loving kiss. When she finally pulled away, she turned back to Amal, who watched her with her own wide dark eyes. "You look so much like your Abba."

Tim watched her, wishing he could remember the night they conceived the little boy now in his wife's embrace, but whenever he tried to remember, his mind blocked it- blocked almost everything in regards to that night, in fact. Everything in regards to the accident, and Ziva...

"You okay, ahuva?" He snapped out of his thoughts, watching as he wife lifted the baby to her shoulder. A soft shrug met her.

"Just fine, Ziva. I'm just fine, I promise." He whispered, leaning over and brushing a soft kiss to her mouth.