Tony stood behind his couch; Constance had fallen asleep on her side as she watched TV, remote control still in hand. He reaches down, carefully pulling it from her grip, turning off the TV. He sets it down and pulls a blanket up to her shoulder, patting her shoulder softly.
He quietly made his way through the living room, stepping past and around boxes as he entered the kitchen, being careful not to wake her.
Constance started to stir, her nostrils flairing, she opened her eyes and swung her legs over, sitting up. A sweet, sugary aroma came rushing from the kitchen.
She stood, stretching, she tilted her head back, pushing her palm under her chin, popping her neck, she moaned softly before making her way to the kitchen. Tony was standing in front of the stove, spatula in hand.
"You cook?"...Constance yawned.
Tony turns, smiling..."Good morning."...Tony looked her up and down..."Heh. The Smurfs?"
Constance looks down at her pajamas..."Pretty smurfin' great, huh?"...She grinned as she sat down at the kitchen table.
"Heh. So, how do you like your French toast...with or without Captain N' Crunch?"
"Definitely with."...Ziva said, walking into the kitchen, she walks over to Tony, her hair damp, wearing an Ohio State hoodie that hung past her knees. Tony opens the micowave door above the stove, pulling out a steaming cup..."My tea, yes?"...She takes the tea from him, giving him a kiss..."Toda."
"I knew it."...Constance smiled..."Bóker tov."
Ziva steps towards the table, setting her tea down..."You do not have to speak Hebrew, I speak English quite well."
Constance sat at the kitchen table..."I didn't mean anything by it."
Ziva smiles..."I know and it is sweet, but."
"Understand."...Constance replied..."What's with the boxes?"...She quickly changed subjects.
"Just moved in 6 days ago and sorry about the couch, we'll get you a bed today."...Tony said, placing a plate and a bottle of maple syrup in front of her..."Milk or OJ?"
"Both."...She looks at the plate..."What, no bacon?"...She grinned.
"She's definitely a DiNozzo."...Ziva chuckled.
A cell phone starts to ring on the kitchen table, all eyes move to it..."Yours, Ziva."...Tony declared, holding his cell in his hand.
Ziva lifts it from the table, looking at it..."It's from Abby."...Ziva moved out of the kitchen, Tony watched intensely as she stopped in the middle of the living room, she raises the phone to her ear.
"Dad, I think it's burning."...Constance said, looking at her Tony, his full attention on Ziva..."Dad?"
Ziva lowers her phone, snapping it closed. Constance touches Tony's hand, he shakes his head, looking at her, she was holding her plate with her left hand..."Huh? Oh."...Tony turns, stacking the French toast, he slides the spatula under the stack and puts them on her plate.
Ziva walks back into the kitchen, Tony steps to her..."Ziva, I swear, I'll be at everyone of his baseball, football, basketball practices, every parent-teacher conference."...She gives him an odd look, he grits his teeth..."Or...her ballet recitals? Krav Maga?"...He lifts his hand to her face, caressing her cheek with his palm.
"You're pregnant?!"...Constance exclaimed, looking at Ziva..."I-I'm gonna be a big sister? Oh my God, this is a huge responsibility, I mean, I can babysit and everything and we definitely need a puppy, a golden retriever, they love babies and, and you're gonna need to go shopping, I love shopping, you're gonna have to buy a crib and baby clothes and a changing table and diapers, lots and lots of diapers and a rocking chair."
Tony and Ziva both look at Constance as she continued to ramble..."I'm not pregnant."
Constance stopped..."What?"
Tony sighs deeply as he back up, leaning against the kitchen counter, his chin pressed against his chest.
"Disappointed?"...Ziva placed her hand on his chest, rubbing it softly.
"Yeah."...He whispered.
Ziva lift her hand to his chin, tilting his head back, kissing his softly..."Who knows, after this morning, I might actually be pregnant."
Tony closed his eyes, thinking back to making love to Ziva in the shower. He smiled.
"Ewww!"...Constance expressed..."Kid in the room."
"Heh. Eat your breakfast, Pumpkin."...Tony kisses Ziva..."Wait, so you do have some kind of stomach flu?"
"Seems like it."
"Maybe the test was wrong."...Constance added..."Wow, this French toast is delicious, I love the crunchiness from the cereal, great touch, Dad."
Tony's eyes swung towards Constance.
"No, Abby did the test 4 times, she was quite sad about it."...Ziva said.
"Aww, poor, Abs."
"I'm a virgin, by the way."...Constance stated, making Tony look towards her.
"Double ewwww."...Tony expressed..."Heh. But good girl."
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A week later...
"DiNozzo!"...Gibbs yelled from the balcony. Tony rose from his deck, moving up the stairs.
"Yeah, Boss?"
"It was determined to be a good shooting, you're back on active duty."...Gibbs held out Tony's weapon to him, he takes it.
"Oh, thank god, I really, really hate desk duty."...He starts to turn.
"Wait, I have something else for you."
"Boss?"
Gibbs reaches into his jacket pocket, pulling out a rectangular piece of paper..."Here."
Tony takes it from him..."What's this?"
"What's it look like? It's a check."
"Yeah, for 70 grand....Boss?"
"It seems I never got around to stopping Kelly's college fund and Constance is going to college, right?"
"I can't take this, Gibbs."
"She got accepted to Harvard. Take it...you're gonna need it, DiNozzo."...Gibbs starts down the stairs.
"Gibbs?"
Gibbs stops, looking up at him..."I'm not taking it back, Tony."
"Thanks."
Gibbs nods and flashes a smile in Tony's direction and then continues down the stairs.
The elevator dings, Abby walks out moving towards Tony, her hands behind her back..."Hey."
Tony turned, looking at her..."Gibbs just went downstairs."
"Oh, I know, I need to talk to you."
"Something wrong?"...Tony steps towards her, concerned.
Abby pulls her hands from her back, revealing a black NCIS onesy.
"Abby?"
Abby just smiles.
Tony shook his head..."What?"
"She's pregnant."
"How, I mean, I know how, but she said, you said not 7 days ago that she wasn't."
"Her, you know, still hadn't came, so she, you know, we tested again and she's."
"Then she's really pregnant?"...He asked, his voice nearly cracking.
Abby nods.
A smile fell over Tony's face..."Did you...tell her?"
"Nope."
"W-why not?"
"She's out with McGee and you're the daddy. You're gonna be a daddy, well, for the 2nd time, well, that we know of."
"Abby."...He glared at her..."Are you trying to jinx me?"
"Sorry."...Abby gritted her teeth..."You should tell her, daddy DiNozzo."...She smiled, handing him the onesy.
Tony holds it up and smiles.
"I know, it's so damn cute...isn't it?"...Abby squealed with delight.
"Heh."
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The elevator dings, Ziva and McGee step out, Tony rises from his chair and moves towards them. He stops in front of her..."Mind joining me in the elevator?"
Ziva squints at him..."Why?"
Tony smiles..."Never mind."...He cups her head with his hands, he tilts his head slightly, kissing her passionately, he pulls back, Ziva's eyes were closed, a soft moan escapes from her lips..."You're gonna be a great mommy."...He whispered.
Ziva opens her eyes, he was smiling at her. She smiles back..."Do you think so?"
Tony kisses her again..."No. I know so."