Disclaimer: The characters in this story are not my own creation, and I am thankful to CBS and their writers for allowing me to play with them :D
Chapter 2:
Morning came with a thunder storm, and a flash of lightening brought Abby out of her sleep. She sat up quickly, looking for the source of the disturbance. The sudden movement woke Tim, and he sat up. "Everything ok?"
She nodded. "Uh, yeah." Another flash lit up the room, and Tim yawned as Abby threw the blanket off. "Gotta pee..gotta pee…" She said, and left him grinning in the bed.
He got up and started to fix breakfast while she showered and dressed. It had taken him a little while to grow accustomed to her appearance before she donned all the makeup, and pulled her hair up into pigtails. There was a startling difference, and he was pleased that he was one of few who was privileged enough to see her without her mask.
They ate breakfast together, and Abby talked about the things they still needed to get for the baby. Tim listened attentively, deciding he'd pick up one or two of the major things as a surprise, maybe this weekend. When they'd finished, Abby picked up the plates to bring them to the sink. Tim followed with their glasses.
"Hey, Abs, make sure to mention the swelling to the doctor, ok?" He commented, noting again just how bad it was, and considering she hadn't had time to really be on her feet yet, she shouldn't be this swollen.
She laughed. "I'm sure the Doctor will notice." She washed their dishes as he came up behind her at the sink, wrapping his hands around and placing them affectionately on her baby bump. She finished, setting the glass in the strainer, and then turned around to face him. A soft laugh escaped her lips before they were met by his in a good morning kiss.
"I have to go..Gibbs is going to kill me if I'm late today." He pulled back slowly, reluctant to let go of her.
"Gibbs would kill you if you were late any day." She replied, grabbing a bag of prepared lunch off the counter. "I fixed this for you last night..and there's some in there for Tony too, if he's good."
"Thanks, Abs." He smiled and pecked her on the cheek again before heading out the door.
A few hours later, Ziva was knocking on the door of the small apartment. Abby had fallen asleep on the couch and didn't hear, so Ziva used her spare key to open the door, concerned that something might've happened.
When she saw Abby lying on the couch she smiled, then walked over and gently shook her shoulder. "Hey Abby…we'll be late to your appointment if you don't hurry to get ready."
Abby practically jumped off the couch. "Huh? Oh…you're here..I didn't hear you come in.."
Ziva laughed. "Come on, we'll be late..what do you need?"
Abby shrugged. "Just my purse, which is hanging with my coat by the door. Then I'm ready."
They headed for the door, Abby walking tenderly as if her feet pained her. Ziva frowned softly as Abby pulled her purse over her shoulder.
When they arrived at the Doctor's office, they told the receptionist that Abby was there, and then took a seat. Ziva joked about how huge Abby was. Before Abby had a chance to respond, the nurse called them in. "Are you sure you want me to come in with you, Abby?" Ziva asked, lifting her coat from the waitingroom chair.
Abby nodded. "Yeah, it's just a routine appointment, they'll weigh me, you can laugh at how fat I am, and then we can go shopping."
Ziva laughed and followed Abby into the exam room. "You're not fat, Abby, you're pregnant!"
The nurse asked Abby for a urine sample, and while Abby went off to the restroom, Ziva sat in the exam room and waited. When Abby returned, the nurse had her stand on the scale, while she asked questions about how Abby was feeling, if anything had changed, whether she was taking any different medication, and other similar questions.
Abby's only comment was that the swelling in her feet was horrible, but otherwise, things seemed pretty much the same. Ziva sat quietly, listening as the exam went on.
The nurse wrapped the blood pressure cuff around Abby's arm and began pumping it up. The moment that followed was full of silence as she noted Abby's blood pressure, and then removed the cuff. "It's a bit high. I'd like to have you lay down on your left side for a few minutes, while Doctor Liberman talks to you. We'll check it again later."
Ziva leaned forward, reading the look of concern on Abby's face, but she remained silent as the nurse put away the cuff, and left the room.
A/N: What would a story be without a little drama and excitement?