Author's Note: I've been neglecting the JIBBS element I put in. That's not cool. So, before I go back to another simple but major pregnancy crisis, I'll give them some attention. The dinner should be in the next couple of chapters as will the McAbby proposal.

The scene hit me while I was languishing in yet another migraine.

I guess they're good for banishing writer's block.

Go figure.

On with the show.


Disclaimer: NOT MINE. I'M SAVING MONEY FOR IT THOUGH.

She found him working on his boat, just like she suspected when she woke up alone in their bed.

She could hear ZNN on the small TV and she saw him climb out from under it.

He seemed to be painting it. Most of the construction was done.

"Wow. You might actually finish this one."

"Here's hoping. Come here."

Jenny quickly descended the stairs and smiled at his appearance.

He had on a pair of sweats with the marine logo on them and an NCIS t-shirt.

His silver hair was slowly growing out, now reaching his ears.

Clearly visible on his neck was a dark red love bite.

The smile took on a feral edge as she remembered his cries as she marked him.
He really did like it when she did that to him.
Among other things...

Down girl. Let him rest for a while, she chided herself. Focus on something else.

"Have you named her, yet?"

"Yeah. Take a look."

In his calligraphic script on the bow was "Jenny", referencing her favorite movie.

"You remembered." she said with a tender smile.

"Of course I did. You dragged me to see Forrest Gump at least ten times.", he grumbled.

"You love that movie just as much as I do, Jethro.", she said with a knowing smile.

She still remembered him "having something in his eye" a few times through the film.

He rolled his eyes and came up behind her, kissing the nape of her neck.
Electricity surged through her and she shivered.
His touch was so powerful.

She could feel his smirk as he lightly bit down on the skin, sending tiny explosions down her spine.

He had a reason to be smug.
He barely had to touch her before she was ready for him.

It had always been like that.

Leroy Jethro Gibbs was an intense and passionate man.

When he put his attention on you, you couldn't help but respond.

Jenny had been goo in his hands ever since their first kiss.

He lifted her and set her on a clear table, his hands finding her breasts under her top as he took her mouth with his.

Apparently, his boat would be finished later.

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He heard an explicit Hebrew oath from the bedroom and he whistled lowly.

"Jeez, Zee-Vah! I hope you don't intend to kiss our babies with that mouth!" he called.

"I knew that teaching you Hebrew would come back to bite me in the ass." she grumbled as she came in.

All she had on was an oversized Ohio State hoodie and an adorable pout.

Pausing his movie, he pulled her down to his lap.

"Okay, sweet cheeks. What's wrong?"

"None of my clothes fit, anymore! Not even my underwear!" she told him with a deeper pout.

"Really?" he questioned with a lecherous grin, sliding a hand down to cop a feel.

She swatted his hand and rolled her eyes.

"I knew you'd like it but I can't exactly work like this even though this sweater is quite comfortable."

He laughed lightly at her enthusiasm and kissed her before put her on the couch next to him.

"Well, now you have a good reason to steal my clothes. Maybe you and Abby can go shopping later."

"Okay. What are you watching?"

"Young Frankenstein."

"Mel Brooks. He's nuts but I like him."

Chuckling, he turned the movie back on and held her tightly.

She was a fun and happy pregnant woman.

Sure, she could have some intense mood swings but all in all, she was mellow.

Her craving was string cheese so he always kept some on hand.

Basically, the only difference between preggers Ziva and normal Ziva was that she was more affectionate physically.
She was always touching him and curling against him like a cat.

He didn't mind it at all.

A light laugh escaped her during the "roll on the hay" scene and he smiled.

She really was a good woman.