Spoilers: None.

Summary: I think the title covers it (sort of).

Author's Note: Oh, this might be terribly cliché and probably somewhat pedestrian in terms of storylines, but I saw this word in the dictionary (nerd alert for actually reading it) and the idea wouldn't budge. Apparently, when I said I was flexing my writing muscles, something like this was included, lol. Hope you enjoy!

Daddy

Ohh, Ziva was going to throttle him. And considering what she was capable of on her best days, he really didn't think he stood a chance on one of her worst.

He rushed from the car, through the doors, past the throng of people and into the room. Struggling to take deep breaths, he looked over to the bed where Ziva lay, having trouble breathing herself.

"Tony, get over here! I don't know how much more I can stand!"

"Oh, calm down, McGee. It's not that bad."

"Right. She's only breaking my hand as we speak! Agh!"

"Ziva, dear, calm down. You're scaring the other patients and little Probie here."

"This is your fault!"

"If I remember correctly, which I do, you were the one who said you wanted to do it the natural way."

McGee sputtered slightly at that and said under his breath, "Number one on the list of things not to say to a wife in labor…."

All Tony received in return was an unbearably harsh glare and a stuffed toy being thrown his way. Tact was always the first thing to go in situations like this. Who am I kidding? I lack tact in the first place. He chose to ignore the glare and toy and instead moved to stand next to his enraged wife.

"I know I'll regret this later but…." Tony mumbles, extending his hand downward for his wife to grasp.

"Don't worry, Ziva, it'll happen any time now! I can feel it."

An exasperated look was thrown toward the exuberant Goth before Ziva spoke, "I have been here for twelve hours already!"

"Right! Which means this is bound to be over really soon!"

She received a low growl in response.

"Hey, you and McGee have been here for a while already, so why don't you go take a little break. Get some food or coffee?"

McGee and Abby shuffled out of the room, leaving Tony and Ziva alone for a moment.

Smack.

"Ow! What was that for?"

"You are late!"

"I was in another country! The first flight home I could get was three hours after you called, and even that was difficult to get! Gibbs said he'd get the next flight out, by the way."

Another growl and a really strong squeeze of his hand occurred before her pain subsided.

"When was the last time the doctor came in to check on you?"

"Thirty-five minutes ago. He said it should not be too long now."

"Oh, thank God," he caught her glare, "for you, I mean. I really am sorry I wasn't here earlier."

"I know. I am sorry I snitched you out before. This is a bit more painful than I imagined."

"Considering the situation, and the fact that you still scare me, I'll let you have that one. If you're in so much pain, why didn't you ask for any medication?"

"Hm. By the time I admitted it was too much, the doctor said I was too far along."

"Yikes. Well, it could be worse, right? You could be twenty-four hours in with no medication and no dashing husband to focus on through the pain."

Ziva snorted at that last bit.

"Wait a minute, I have a dashing husband? Will you go get him?"

"Oh, sure. I think I saw him in the hall when I ran in here."

Another hard-hitting contraction saw Tony hitting the floor with a groan, partaking in his wife's agony.

Sometime later, McGee and Abby walked back in, Ducky in tow.

"How are you, my dear?"

"I am just wonderful, Ducky."

"She must have just gone through a contraction, then." He said with a small chuckle.

oOo

Nearly an hour and a half later and the doctor informed her it was time to push.

"You know, sweetie, I'd really like to hold your hand through this… but I kinda don't want to hold your hand."

"Anthony!" Ducky admonished.

"Okay, okay! I was just kidding!"

That earned him another well-placed hit to the stomach.

"Next time I hit lower!"

Everyone in the room grimaced at that; it wasn't an empty threat and they knew it.

"Four or five more pushes, Ziva, then you'll be all done!"

"Come on, Ziva, you can do it!" cheered Abby.

A baby's cries filled the room right before "It's a boy!" was heard.

"Yes!" Tony cried, throwing his arms into the air before leaning down to kiss Ziva.

McGee groaned and joked, "Just what the world needs; another male DiNozzo."

"Do you guys have a name picked out yet?" Abby asked as she bounced in excitement.

The two looked at the wide-eyed infant in Ziva's arms and then back to each other.

Tony smirked. "Sorry, McGee, but not only is it another male DiNozzo, it's another Anthony DiNozzo."

"Excuse me?"

"What?"

"Are you joking?"

"Yes, I'm joking. We were thinking of Andrew Zachariah for the future ladies man."

Ziva rolled her eyes at that and smiled.

As the name was announced, Gibbs walked through the door.

"Well, regardless of his name, this kid will definitely be trouble." Gibbs declared.

"Hmm, yes. And that will be your department, daddy."

The smile dropped from Tony's and was replaced by a mild look of fear at that.

"There will be some fun, though, right? Right?"

McGee and Ducky just patted Tony's shoulders sympathetically.

Author's Note: Okay! Sorry for the lack of updates in the past four days or so; real life called and I couldn't ignore. Hopefully this won't happen again! Thanks to purplemonkeyz48 (funny, I'm an Erin too!) for your suggestions and sorry I didn't use them this time (but if you have any more, please do share)! I know I had something else to say, but can't for the life of me remember what. So, anyway, I hope you enjoyed and please review!