"Can I drive home?"...Constance asked, standing next to Tony as he place groceries into the trunk of his car.
He closes the trunk and turns towards her..."What do you say?"
"Please."
Tony reaches into his jacket pocket, pulling out his key, he holds them out to her.
Constance takes the keys from him and hurries to the driver's side, getting inside.
Tony climbs into the passenger side of a car, closing the door. She turns the key, starting the car.
He reaches over, turning off the car.
"What?"...Constance turns her head towards her dad..."Did I do something wrong?"
"What did you forget to do first?"
Constance sighs..."Check the mirrors and put on my seatbelt."...She looks at the rear-view mirror, adjusting it, then pulls her seatbelt across her chest, buckling it..."Ziva didn't make me do all this when I drove with her."
"She also pulls into the driveway doing mach 1 dodging possible IEDs and creepy lawn gnomes; not to mention, she's had 8 accidents in a little over 4 years...in other words, she's not the greatest of role models in regards to driving."
"They are pretty creepy, Dad."
Tony grits his teeth..."Nevermind, don't tell her I said that stuff."
"Scared of her, hmm?"...Constance grinned.
Tony sarcastically laughs, but quickly stops..."Yes."
Constance chuckles.
"You have no idea."...He cringed.
"Oh, man!"...Constance groaned with a disgusted look on her face.
"What? I was kidding, she won't kill me, maim a little, maybe, but not kill, I don't think, although, she is pregnant and that is uncharted territory for me, so it is possibility, but don't worry, I put you in the will already."...Tony rambled.
"No, my leather boots!"...Constance replied, reaching down, rubbing at her shin high black boots, she softly sighs..."Already a scuff and Ziva just bought them for me."
"Oh."...Tony glances towards her boots..."I really do want you two to like each other."
"I do like her, Dad, we've really gotten to know each other over the last month and you love her, so it makes it easier...she's like a stepmom to me."
Tony smiles up at her.
"Like."...She repeated the word.
Tony tilts his head, looking at her oddly.
"Do I have to spell it out?"
"Huh?"
"M-A-R-R-I-A-G-E."...Constance spelled.
"Ah. Heh. Well."
"Well, what? She wouldn't feel LIKE a stepmom if she WAS my stepmom."
"It's complicated, Constance."
"Nope, not really...you buy a ring, you drop to one knee, you ask, she cries, she says yes, you kiss and probably have sex, which is still ewww, but c'est la vie and you live happily ever after."...Constance smiled.
"That easy, huh?"...Tony laughs..."Wait, has Ziva said anything about that to you?"
"No, but she loves you, she's having your baby...as the song goes, 'first comes love, then comes marriage'...I think you know what comes next and if you need help with anything girly, I'm your girl...and remember, I really, REALLY love to shop."...Constance grinned.
Tony leans over, kissing Constance on the forehead..."Thanks, pumpkin...you can start the car now."
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Constance sets a small bag down on the kitchen counter, she pulls out a pack of gum and walks towards the doorway to the living room..."Ziva, we got your candy and I'll be in my room if you need me."
Tony struggles his way through the backdoor, carrying 6 large plastic bags..."Okay, it's not like I need help or anything."
"I love you, too, Dad."
"Heh."...Tony shook his head, he moves to the kitchen table, covering it with bags.
Ziva moves into the kitchen..."Did someone say candy?"
Tony points towards the small bag on the counter. She smiles, moving to it, she opens the bag, looking inside. Tony moves over behind her, wrapping his arms around her, placing a box next to the bag.
Ziva turns, smiling..."My Clowny Cakes."
"I didn't think urges were suppose to start so early in a pregnancy."...Tony leans down, kissing her softly on the lips.
"Maybe I'm just hungry, Tony."
"Heh. And horny."
Ziva squints.
"Your hand is in my pants, Zee-vah."...He said with a huge smile on his face.
Ziva looks down, her right hand was down the front of his pants, she chuckles, biting at her lower lip..."Sorry?"
Tony kisses her..."Don't be, I definitely wasn't complaining."
"Since I have you in such a...delicate position."...Ziva smirked... "I need to tell you something."
"Hmm."...Tony moved his hand hips as he kissing her again.
"I invited someone for Thanksgiving dinner."...Ziva said, between the many kisses they shared..."Your father."
Tony's lips were pressed to hers..."What?"...He mumbled.
Ziva pulls her head back..."I want to meet him, Tony."
"No, no, no, no, no, no...no, no...no."...Tony vigorious refused the suggestion.
"So does Constance...if he is part of your family, it is only right."
"That is a very bad idea, Ziva...very bad."
Ziva clutches Tony by the front of his leather jacket, pulling him down to her, their lips barely touching..."I will make it up to you, possibly tonight...and maybe we will use the rest of that honey dust, yes?"...She grins devilishly..."Amongst other things."
"No amount of sex will change my mind about this, Ziva."
"Tony, my hand is still in your pants, hmm."...She reminded him, looking into his eyes.
"Okay."...He sighed, giving in, knewing he wasn't winning this debate.
"Good, because my father is coming, too."
Tony nervously laughs..."You're kidding, right? Do you even have Thanksgiving in Israel? He's gonna kill me, isn't he? Like, Mossad style, really painful...I'm totally losing my balls, aren't I?"
"Your balls will be fine, Tony...your zayin, that's debatable."
"I really don't wanna know what zayin means, do I?"
Ziva laughs and shakes her head no.