Author's Note: Evening, everyone. Here's another chapter.
I'm bringing in a McAbby storyline and a little bit of pregnancy fluff.
The dinner will be soon.
I just need to work out a few kinks in my drafting.

Damned writer's block.

Enjoy.

Disclaimer: NOT MINE. I CAN'T AFFORD IT.


"What do you think?"

"I love you, man but not like that."

"It's for Abby!"

"Oh. Then, it's great."

Rolling his eyes at his friend's density, Timothy McGee pocketed the ring.

It was perfect for his Gothic angel but he needed to find a way to give it to her.

After nearly two years, he knew that she was the one for him.
He wanted to be with her until he was old, grey, and couldn't digest corn anymore.

However, he was at a loss for proposal ideas.

"Tony, how'd you propose to Ziva?"

If Tony could get someone to marry him, then anyone could get hitched.

He looked sheepish and Ziva began to giggle lightly from her desk.

"Quiet, crazy pregnant ninja! I didn't, Probie. I couldn't really think of a way to ask her without it being corny so I just put it on her while she was sleeping. Kind of pathetic, really." he explained sheepishly.

Ziva stood up and step/waddled over, hugging Tony.

"It was not pathetic. Much. I accepted because it was sweet, in a lame kind of way, and it was in character. And it was romantic. All the fireworks and stuff." she said with a dreamy smile.

Tony kissed her on the forehead.

Sensing an impending make out, Tim needed to bring them back out their bubble.

Their "TIVA aura", as Abby put it.

"So, you liked it when he was himself about it?" he asked her.

"Exactly. Tim, don't overcomplicate matters. Abby fell for you as you are. I'm not saying you don't have to be romantic but don't go crazy." she advised kindly.

"Just do something simple but with an impact. Something she'll never forget." Tony added on.

"You could put it someplace where she'd definitely find it and then ask her."

"What? You want him to put it in a Caf Pow!?"

That could work. Ignoring their bickering, he sat at his desk.

Now that he had an idea, he needed a plan of action.

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"Stop looking at my ass, Tony!"

"You say that a lot, you know."

"Because you are always looking at it! Especially when I'm in one of these stupid hospital gowns!"

"Shut up and get in the room."

Dr. Elizabeth Fox-Erickson bit back a laugh as her favorite couple came out the changing area.

They really were fun to work with.

Currently, Ziva was fussing with the backless gown and Tony was barely suppressing his mirth.

"Why don't you just let it be, Zee-Vah? Your panties are clean…and orange with little white daisies on them."

"Shut up, Tony!" she snarled, getting on the table.

"And how are you two today?"

"Fine.", they chorused, smiling pleasantly.

Chuckling at their antics, she went through the customary check up stuff.
Ziva was thriving and the babies seemed to be just fine.

As Elizabeth prepped the ultrasound machine, she watched them together.

It was like watching her youth with her Daniel.
Even after 40 years of marriage (and 5 kids), he was flirty and silly, just like Anthony.
It was nice to see a couple like them in these days of debauchery.

"All right, now. Let's see your babies, shall we? Have you decided on knowing the genders?"

"Ziva has decided that we want to know."

That made her laugh.

The poor boy is whipped… as he should be.

" It is for practical purposes, Tony! We still have to get all the stuff for the nursery! How would you like to explain to your son about his baby pictures with him in a dress? Like father, like son, eh?"

"Andrew did that! I was only 2! I didn't know better!" he said defensively.

"You looked so adorable." she cooed.

"You know, you still need me to take you home."

"Leave me here and I'll deep fry your balls."

On that loving note, she applied the gel and wand.

Immediately, the rapid and loud heartbeat of the babies filled the room.

Both parents were awestruck and she smiled.

"Okay. I see a girl...and a boy. Oh, he's shy."

"He's a DiNozzo man. He has no reason to be shy." Tony said with pride.

"Too true. I hope he doesn't inherit your habit of walking around naked." Ziva mused.

"You didn't complain last night."

"I couldn't. My mouth was full."

Shaking her head, Elizabeth began to print out copies of the ultrasound.

Although, these two were crazier than the cow that jumped over the moon, she knew that they'd be good parents.

There was so much love between them, it would be impossible for them not to be.