A/N: wow, so it's finally done, that took way too long and I apologize for that. Exams can be a big distraction/ time taker-upper. But here you are, the final chapter/ epilogue, hope you enjoy :)
Five months later
"Tony, is that you?"
"Yes, Sweetcheeks, who else would it be?" He slammed the front door shut, dropping his bag in the corner and throwing his jacket over the arm of the couch. He shuffled into the kitchen in search of some food.
"I don't know," she walked around the counter that separated the kitchen from the rest of the house, hopping up onto it and sitting criss-crossed on the marble top.
"I still can't get used to this place," he grunted as he slammed yet another cabinet door shut. They had moved into their new apartment nearly two months ago and neither one of them was accustomed to the new space yet.
"Do you think you will have it figured out in nine months?"
"Why, what's in nine months?"
"A baby," she answered simply, as if it was no big deal. She kept her eyes directed at her hands in her lap, but she could practically hear the chaos that was going through his head at that moment.
"What?" He stopped what he was doing and turned to look at her.
"I'm pregnant, Tony." She turned her eyes up at him as he stood, frozen, in the middle of the kitchen.
"You- you're, what!"
"You are going to be a father." She smiled and shrugged like an embarrassed teenager.
"You're pregnant," he laughed and pulled her off the counter before he swept her up in an Abby like hug, lifting her feet off the ground and swinging her around.
"You're pregnant," he repeated as he set her down again.
"Gibbs might actually have us arrested this time."
"As long as I get to see you everyday and take care of your every need, I don't care what he does to us." He pulled her into another hug, though this time he pressed his lips to hers too.
{{NCIS}}
"How long have you known?" he asked as they sat on the couch later that night. Ziva lay with her head in Tony's lap and her shirt bunched up around her upper torso as he gently ran his fingers across her bare stomach. The television was on, but neither one was paying close attention to the people on the screen. They were both too engrossed in their thoughts.
"Since this afternoon, that is why I left early. I have felt weird all week, now I know why." She shrugged her shoulders and stared up at him.
"How are we going to tell everyone?"
"Of course, but I think we should tell Gibbs first, privately," Ziva said slowly. "Let him get all his anger out with no one else around."
"I'll bring the duct tape for when we tell Abby." They both laughed, knowing their Goth friend really would need to be tied down for the news.
"So back to my first question, how are we going to tell everyone?" Tony said.
"How about we have a dinner? I found this new recipe online the other day and I have been wanting to try it out."
"My girlfriend the chef," he laughed and leaned down to kiss her.
"So when do you want to do it?" she asked as he sat back.
"Right now?" he semi growled, sliding his hand down and giving her thigh a squeeze.
"Wrong it, Tony," she laughed, though she did nothing about his wandering hand.
"How about Saturday? Then we have the rest of the weekend off-"
"To do that other it." She sat up and threw one leg over him so she was straddling his hips and her chest we pressed against his.
"I can agree with that." He smiled and captured her lips with his.
{{NCIS}}
"You ready?" he asked, his hand slipping into hers as they stood on the steps of their boss' house.
"No, but then again, I do not think I ever will be." She looked up at him, their gazes meeting for a brief second before he turned back to the door and pushed it open. They made their way through the all to familiar house and down to the basement.
Gibbs looked up from his project at the sound of footsteps above him. He waited until his two agents were standing in front of him before he said anything.
"A little late for social calls, isn't it?" he stated, placing the tool he was holding down on the table and turning to face the other two.
"Yeah, we kinda chickened out-"
"He means he did," Ziva interrupted.
"Otherwise we would have been here earlier," Tony finished as if Ziva hand't said anything.
"What did you two do now?" Gibbs smiled, fairly certain he already knew the answer.
"Well, ya see, Boss, when two people love each other ver-" Ziva cut him off with a hard slap to the stomach, making him double over in pain.
"I'm pregnant, Gibbs," she blurted out.
"I was getting there," Tony gasped, trying to regain his breath.
"We did not need the whole back story though," she hissed, forcing him to stand up straight once more. They turned to look at their boss, who had been silent since his last question, waiting expectantly for his answer.
"Well?" Tony spluttered when the older man still didn't speak.
"That's why you left today?" his gaze flicked to Ziva and she nodded. "And why you ran into the bathroom the other day and refused to come out?" She nodded once more. "I'm putting you on desk duty once you start showing, or when field work becomes to much," he instructed, his voice growing stern.
"I know," she nodded her head again.
"That's it?" Tony exclaimed, shocked about his boss' calm reaction.
"Well no, DiNozzo, I just haven't had a chance to smack you up side the head yet." Tony flinched at the verbal head slap. "Now get out of here," Gibbs instructed, waving his hand st the door. The agents smiled and nodded.
"We are going to have a dinner this Saturday were we tell everyone else," Ziva said, now sure that she wasn't about to be arrested again. "We would love if you would come."
"I would be delighted," he smiled. "And DiNozzo."
"Yeah, Boss," Tony directed his attention back to Gibbs second before his whole body tensed as the older man hit the back of his head.
"That's for knocking up your partner."
"Hey, she played as much a part as I did," he complained, rubbing the back of his now very sore head.
"Yeah, but I'm not about to hit a pregnant woman."
"Goodnight, Gibbs," Ziva interrupted before anything got out of hand. She grabbed Tony's arm and steered him towards the stairs.
"Night, Boss," Tony called over his shoulder. Gibbs gave them a small waved before turning back to his work table with a small shake of his head, a smile splitting across his face.
{{NCIS}}
"This looks delicious, Ziva. Thank you," Abby exclaimed, rubbing her hands together as Ziva set a dish down in front of her.
"Thank you, it is just a little something I wiped together."
"It's whipped, and you were in the kitchen all day," Tony laughed, placing the final dish in front of McGee before taking his seat next to Ziva. They all chatted idly as they ate, about work, what happened in the little time that they weren't at work. Both Tony and Ziva skirted away from their own personal lives every time someone tried to bring up the topic though.
"So," McGee said as everyone began to finish up with their food. "Why the impromptu dinner?" She gave Tony a small nod, letting him know it was time.
"It's not exactly impromptu," Tony said, a smile creeping onto his face as he reached under the table and took Ziva's hand in his.
"I'm pregnant," she said. The words had barely left her lips before Abby's shriek cut through the air and her arms were wrapped around Ziva's neck.
"I told you not to let her sit next to you," Tony laughed as Ziva attempted to detach the Goth from her.
"Thank you, Tony, for that wonderful insight." Abby finally let go of her friend and "settled" back into her chair.
"Did you plan for this?" McGee asked, obviously also excited for his friends, though not as much as Abby.
"Not really. Which reminds me, I need to write a very strongly worded letter to that co-"
"Okay, Ziva, we get it," Tony interrupter with a hand over her mouth. "But I also think that this was a blessing in disguise. It finally gave me the courage to do this." He pushed his chair back and reached into his pocket as he knelt down in front of her. Ziva hand went to her mouth and Abby stifled a yelp of joy as Tony opened the small, velvet black box.
"Ziva David, will you marry me?" She nodded, not trusting herself with words at the moment. He smiled as he slipped the ring onto her finger before leaning forward and capturing her lips with his. A chorus of applause and congratulations followed along with choking hugs from Abby.
"This is so amazing!" Abby gasped, prancing around the living room like a five year old as everyone made their way out there after dinner had been cleaned up. "First you get pregnant, and then Tony proposes. Could this get any better?"
"I would be great if Gibbs doesn't have us arrested again," Tony laughed, settling on one end of the couch next to Ziva.
"Hey, you were never actually under arrest," Gibbs laughed before, getting comfortable in the left chairs and taking a sip of his large glass of bourbon. Got to get through this somehow, he had joked earlier when he had poured himself the oversized glass.
"Could you tell that to Slacks because the way he had those handcuffs on me felt like it was for real," Ziva said.
"I told him to make it believable," Gibbs shrugged.
"That it was," Tony said, raising his own glass and giving a small nod. Everybody laughed.
"Hey you we not even the one who was arrested," Ziva said.
"I could feel you pain," he attempted to say in a sympathetic voice, giving her shoulder a small pat.
"I know you could, you were the one hyperventilating," she laughed.
"I told you not to tell anyone that," he pouted.
"I never promised anything," she shook her head.
"Aw, was poor DiNozzo being a little scaredy cat," McGee mocked.
Tony's 'no' over lapped Ziva's 'yes', making everyone in the room burst out laughing.
Everyone continued to chatter aimlessly, the topic of Tony and Ziva no longer being steered away from. Abby was still giddy about everything that had happened as McGee dragged her out the door around ten thirty that night.
"Have fun you two," she yelled one last time before McGee pulled the door shut, a happy smile on his face.
"That we will," Tony muttered into Ziva's hair as he walked up behind her, wrapping his arms around her waist and burying his face in her curly brown locks. "It sure took them all long enough to leave." He moved his hand up to her neck and moved her hair out of the way before pressing his lips to her neck.
"Yes it did," Ziva moaned, her head lolling to the side, completely exposing her neck to his sweet torture. "Tony," she groaned as he ran his hands under her shirt and across her bare skin.
"Yes my sweet and lovely girlfriend, Ziva?"
"I am not you girlfriend," she mumbled.
"What?" he stopped what he was doing and stepped back from her. It took her a second to realize that he was gone, but when she did she turned around, a mischievous gleam in her eye.
"I am not your girlfriend," she repeated, taking a step towards him and pushing him back onto the couch. He fell back with a small thud into the cushions and she climbed into his lap, a leg on either side of his waist.
"I am your fiancé though," she smiled, her hands locking behind his head.
"That you are," he laughed.