Second to last chapter and then the epilogue. Wow. This is kinda exciting! But I'm also kinda sad to see this story go.

"Sometimes goodbye is a second chance." –Second Chance, Shinedown

Seven Years Later: Los Angeles, California

"She's perfect."

Tony smiled, lying down on the hospital bed next to his wife, Emma, and their eight hour old daughter.

The smile on Tony's face could never be matched. With one arm wrapped around Emma and the other gently stroking his daughter's cheek, Tony placed a light kiss to Emma's temple.

"Beyond perfect." He commented as she snuggled her head deeper inside the crook of his neck.

Emma turned her head around to face Tony, her jet-black bob was not as sweaty and messy as it was a few hours ago, it was actually quite tamed. Her soft pink lips and blue eyes smiled as she gave him a quick, sweet kiss.

"Any movies this reminds you of?" But it fell upon deaf ears; Tony was too distracted watching his newborn daughter yawn.

He chuckled. "What?" He looked to Emma, traces of smile and confusion on his face.

"Never mind." She laughed, letting out a yawn. It was Tony's turn to laugh. "We still need a name." she reminded him. "I want something different, something unique, like your niece, Ziva."

Tony twisted his mouth into an awkward smile; he hadn't seen the four year old Ziva in a few months, or Abby and McGee for that matter, and he had missed them.

"You're gunna call them right?" Emma asked softy.

"Yea, yea, tomorrow, it's late."

He was quite for a moment, and she was searching through her head for a name.

"How about…Paget?"

"Like the cash register girl Paget? Or the high school's track coach Paget? Or Paget-" Tony teased.

"Okay, I get it. There are more Paget's than I remember." She bumped her shoulder with his playfully. "Why don't you try, mister hot-shot?"

"How about Janiel?"

Emma twisted her face in thought. "That's a pretty name? Hebrew?"

"Uh-huh. She was an angel."

"That's sweet..." Emma's smile grew larger with every passing moment. "I like it."

She looked down to their baby. "How bout you? Janiel? You like that?"

Janiel yawned.

"I'll take that as a yes." Emma completed her sentence with a matching yawn.

"Okay, you should get some sleep mama." He shifted, starting to get out of the bed.

"Mom," she whispered to herself. "I can't believe we're parents."

He placed another kiss to her forehead before taking the baby out of her hands. He cradled his daughter lovingly in his arms for longer than he needed to, kissing her nose softly, then putting her gently into the hospital crib.

By the time he turned around, Emma was already half asleep. He smiled and noticed the she was watching him through half closed eyes. Rubbing her cheek gently, he whispered, "I love you." She returned the words.

He smiled, and with his smile came a soft laugh. "I'm gunna go grab a slice downstairs, I'm starving, you want anything?"

She patted his stomach teasingly. "I'm just gunna go to sleep."

"She's beautiful."

Tony had just taken the last bite of his pizza when she appeared beside him. The only light in the room coming from the porcelain lamp on the side table and the only sound coming from Emma's soft snores.

"They both are."

"I've missed you." He gave her a small smile, but his eyes did not leave his newborn daughter.

"I miss you too."

There was silence, a relaxing soft silence.

"She must hate me." He swallowed hard.

"She could never hate you. Get annoyed at you, yes, but never hate. And how could she hate you, you did exactly what she asked."

He sighed.

"She wanted you to be happy. I could not even count the amount of times I've seen you smile when you're around her." She gave him her own smile. "She loves seeing you smile."

He racked his brain for something else, but this whole day had been overwhelming. Suddenly, nine months was not enough time to prepare. "McGee…McGee hates me."

"No, McGee understands, you fell in love. And now look at you, you have a family."

He stared at the floor, long and hard. They were his family.

"You still see them. But Emma's right, you should call them. Remember how excited Abby was when she found out Emma was pregnant?"

"This could have been me and Ziva."

"No, Tony…it couldn't. You realized you loved her because it was too late. But you…Tony, you gave her a little bit of something she could never have."

Tony furrowed his eyebrows. "You're hurting my head."

"You know I'm not good with words. There was a sincere motive."

Tony let out a light chuckle. "Thanks…I guess."

She laughed. "Now go call your dad and Gibbs and tell them they have a granddaughter." She nodded towards the phone on the nightstand.

"Goodbye Kate." He turned around, locking eyes with her for the first time.

There was a light behind her, the same one that illuminated behind her throughout their conversation. She turned towards it, but not before turning back to him.

"No, Lehitra'ot."

Tony beamed a smile. "I didn't know you could speak Hebrew."

She shrugged. "I have a good teacher."

He breathed a laugh; a smile got caught in his chuckle.

"See you soon." He repeated.

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Things will be cleared up in the next chapter, which is going to be pretty long.