Author's Note: Okay, I'm going to shelve the preceding flashback angle. Not forever but I want to fine tune the process. Maybe I'll reincorporate it into my next fic. I'm trying figure out what to do next. I'm either going to do a Season 2 Grey's Anatomy fic or an EO fic for SVU. I don't know yet.
I'll keep you guys posted.
As for this story, I'm going to do bridal shop scene for the McAbby nuptials. As always, there will be a smidge of TIVA.
Enjoy.
P.S.: I couldn't find an image of the girl who played Tim's sister so I'm going off of the top of my head.
If it's wrong, I'll fix it later.
Disclaimer: NOT MINE. MAYBE I CAN GET IT OFF OF EBAY.
"What do you think, you guys?"
A brilliant smile lit up Ziva's face as she looked at her friend.
Her dress was a ball gown type with no sleeves.
It was black with small silver roses going around the hem.
With the white diamond tiara, she really did look like a princess of the darkness.
A deep joy made her glow even better under the shop's bright lights.
"McGee's going to be blown away. You look great, Abby." Jenny said happily.
"Really? I don't look fat?", she asked insecurely.
"You do not have to start asking that question until you start to show. You look beautiful." Ziva told her with an approving nod.
"I just hope Timmy likes it."
Sarah McGee snorted and said," Abby, my brother will think you look like a queen even if you walk down the aisle in a paper bag. We'll have to put his tongue back in his mouth."
The petite blonde was a bridesmaid and excited about the wedding.
When Tim had called to tell her, her squeal over the speakerphone had damned near shorted it out.
~*~
"Oh, my god, Timmy! I'm so happy for you! Can I be in the wedding?!" Sarah screamed, making the gathered team laugh.
Tim smiled at his sister's loud, manic enthusiasm. She had always been his biggest cheerleader when they were kids…
He could hear her jumping around and yelling to anyone that could hear that her big brother was finally getting hitched.
"I'll have to ask Abby. You're really excited about this, aren't you?" he chuckled.
"Hell, yeah! I thought you were gay!"
"WHAT?!"
~*~
It had taken three head slaps and a threat of no sex for a month to make Tony stop laughing.
Although, it had been quite amusing to hear McGee's sputtered indignation from his end after he picked up the phone.
The cooing laughter of Ava broke Ziva out of her reminiscing.
She had found some loose gauze and was playing with it.
Dropping it, she began to crawl around, looking curious but pensive.
Also, she looked up every time the door opened like she was waiting for someone to arrive, her face falling a little bit afterward.
She's waiting for J.T., Ziva realized.
Her babies were very close. They were quiet and well behaved unless they were away from each other for long periods of time. Ava got sad and J.T. got angry.
The people at the day care learned that the hard way.
Wanting to distract her before a meltdown, she picked her up.
"What do you think, Ava? Does your Auntie Abby look pretty?" she asked her daughter seriously.
Finding baby talk inane and pointless, she always spoke to the twins like they were adults, as did Tony.
Ava stopped sucking her knuckles long enough to give her a big, gummy version of the DiNozzo grin.
"I will take that as a yes."
The shop door opened and she immediately heard the enraged howls of her son.
Whoops. I guess it has been too long for him. Poor Tony.
"Ava's with Ziva!" Jenny called over the noise.
"Thank god! You look great Abby!"
A frazzled Tony came into view and Ava gave her "put me down" whimper and started to strain towards her brother.
Ziva put her down and J.T. was placed next to her.
Swiftly, he stopped crying and Ava looked at him.
To her loving amusement, Ziva recognized it as the look of long suffering tenderness she gave Tony when he was being unreasonable.
You done?
He sniffled, gulped a couple of times and then went crawling off towards Jenny.
She immediately followed.
Yeah, let's go.
Tony chuckled and Ziva shook her head.
"They're just like me and Alex at that age. You look really good."
She had forgotten that she had her maid of honor dress on.
It was silver and also sleeveless, looking like a prom dress.
The dress was comfortable, elegant, and accentuated her figure.
Since that night, Ziva was proud of her post childbirth curves and made sure the seamstress knew that.
Tony was looking at her with such lust, a quote from one of her favorite shows popped into her head.
"You have dirty in your eyes."
He grinned and put his arms around her.
"Do not." he purred as he began running his hands down her sides.
"You do too. That look is how we got our babies.", she insisted.
A deep chuckle escaped him and his mouth found her neck.
As usual, she felt the shocks of arousal and she let out a low whimper.
Stop, Ziva. Friends and family are nearby. You're in your dress, which you need in less than three days. You cannot pounce on him and ride him like a mechanical bull, right now...
I don't think she's listening...
Knowing that her brain had a point, she reluctantly pulled away from him.
Before she could speak, he kissed her; his hot hands finding her ass.
After pulling away again, she could barely move before his lips returned to her neck.
"Ooh...Tony, stop..." she moaned.
"Why?" he groaned.
"We are in public." she reminded him.
"Don't care."
"Ava and J.T. are nearby."
"Memory doesn't really set in until you're three. Still don't care."
"I'm in my dress and you have a tendency to rip clothes off of me."
"Never complained before." he grumbled.
"To-nay.", she whined.
With a deep sigh, he pulled away and she bit back a laugh as he promptly stood behind a tall table. It was nice to know that she could still put him on his toes.
"All right, I'll wait until later. Now, go change before we get started on another baby."
That sobered her. She had been mulling the thought of more children over for a while.
This was an opening to get his opinion.
Ziva looked at him seriously and asked, "Do you want more children?"
He looked thoughtful.
"I don't know. I'm happy with just the twins but if you ended up pregnant again, I'd be cool with it. What do you think?"
"I kind of do, but not now. Dealing with two infants is pretty stressful enough, if you ask me."
"Yeah." he agreed. "Now, go change."
An impish smile curved her lips and she asked if he wanted to help her.
"I can't exactly move right now, Zee-Vah.", he hissed uncomfortably.
"Why would you be unable to...oh..." she realized with a knowing smile.
Perpetually horny man…
He flushed beet red as she shook with silent laughter.
"Just think of your Nona getting out of the tub." she suggested matter of factly as she walked away.
His loud disgusted groan made her grin.
She loved messing with him.