Ziva sat quietly, wearing a light blue dress, her hair pulled back into a ponytail, held in place with a matching scrunchy.

A dark haired woman wearing a fuzzy light brown sweater sat across from her, she watches as Ziva slowly and lovingly caressed her baby bump..."How far along are you, again?"...She asks, before taking a drink of her hot beverage.

"20 weeks."...Ziva replied with a smile.

"Oh, do you know the sex of the baby?"

"Yes."...Ziva softly laughs.

"Hmm. A funny story goes along with it?"

"It is just my husband...he is, well..."

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Two Days Earlier....

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Ziva lays on a table, wearing a paper gown in an examination room. Her eyes closed, a loud bang makes her open her eyes, she turns her head, seeing Tony spinning on the doctor's stool.

"Tony!"

Tony stops, turning towards her, he smiles.

"What did you do?"

"Heh. Nothing."

"Come here."...She lifts her left hand into the air.

Tony stands, acting dizzy, almost falling. He holds up his hands, trying to balance himself..."Whhhoaaaa."...He slowly moves to her, taking ahold of her hand..."Heh. I made it."...He brushes her hair back with his right hand, he leans down, kissing her on the lips..."You know, that paper gown is making me hot."

Ziva rolls her eyes, letting out a laugh..."What did you break?"

"I didn't break anything...well, it comes apart, I just can't seem to get it back together."...Tony steps aside, several pieces of a model of a woman's uterus sat on the counter.

Ziva scoffs..."Why were you playing with it?"

Tony shrugs..."Boredom? Wanting to know more about female anatomy? I like vaginas?"...He grins, but quickly grits his teeth..."Sorry."

"Idiot."

Tony leans down, kissing her with all of his being.

She sighs sweetly as he pulls away..."Bring it here."

Tony turns, moving to the counter and gathers up the pieces and brings them over to Ziva.

The door starts to open..."Mrs. DiNozzo."...An older, white haired woman in a white lab coat said, looking at Ziva's file..."So, you're here for your 20 week ultrasound, hmm."

Ziva pushes the pieces back towards Tony, he quickly stuffs them into his pants pockets, leaving his hands in his pocket.

The doctor moves around to the opposite side of Tony, she looks up at him, he smiles big at her..."Howdy, Doc."

She smiled back, she lifts the gown and squirts lube onto Ziva's stomach..."How are you feeling today, Ziva? Morning sickness gone?"

"I am Good."...Ziva replied..."And yes, thank God."

The doctor laughs..."Understand completely."...She turns, looking at the monitor as he applied the probe to Ziva's stomach.

"How is our little miracle doing?"...Tony asked, staring at the monitor.

The doctor looks back, Tony was holding up their intertwined hands to his mouth, kissing the back of her hand..."Do you want to know the sex?"

"As long as the baby is healthy."...Tony replied.

Ziva tilts her head, looking at Tony, she smiles..."He is just afraid I will yell back, it's a girl."

"No, Ziva."...Tony softly spoke..."I would love a little you."

Tony's cell phone starts to ring. The doctor and Ziva both look at him, then down at his waist. He backs up. The doctor steps back, startled at the sight of seeing a large bulge in Tony's pants.

Tony looks at her, then follows her eyes down to his crotch..."Heh. It's not what you think."...Tony laughs, it turns to a nervous laugh as he remembered what was in his pants..."Would you believe, I'm happy to see you? Heh."

Ziva raises her hands to her face, embarrassed, trying to hide.

"I'll take IT in the hall."...Tony moves to the door..."I meant my call, by the way...never mind."...He moves through the door, closing it behind him.

The doctor look down at Ziva, her hands still clutching at her face..."It's fine, sweetie. You're a very lucky girl."

Ziva snorts and starts to laugh hard.

"Oh, I didn't mean."...The doctor tried to explained.

Ziva slid her hands from her face, she takes a deep breath, composing herself. She turns her head, looking at the doctor..."Am I having a girl or boy, Doctor Friel?"

"You're having a boy."

"Good."...Ziva whispered with a smile..."Just what I wanted."

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Back to present

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"Aww, I have two sons. They're a handful, but totally worth it."...The woman behind the desk smiled..."And you already have a daughter?"

"Yes, she is 16."...Ziva replied.

"Wow, you must've had her really young."

Ziva laughs..."Oh, no, she is not mine, mine...but she is my daughter."

The door opens, a suited Tony steps in..."Sorry, I'm late."...Tony moves over to Ziva, placing his right hand on her stomach, rubbing it softly as he leans down, kissing her lips deeply.

"Ahem...ahem."...The woman coughed.

Tony pulls away, looking at the woman..."Sorry, I haven't seen her since the morning."

The woman looks up at the clock on the wall..."It's just past noon."

Tony shrugs..."What can I say...I love my wife."

"Please sit and lets continue from last week."...She opens a notebook, lifting her pen..."I'd like to discuss your anger."

Tony hands Ziva a large cup, she smiles at him, taking it, before sitting down..."My anger?"...Tony questioned.

"You did not say, 'I wish I could jab that toothpick in his eye and serve it as a hors d'oeuvre,' Mr. DiNozzo?"...She read from the notebook.

"What does hating my bosses guts have to do with my marriage?"...Tony replied.

"Well, it could be pattern of things to come. It can very easily..."

"I'm a lover, not a fighter, Doc."

"Oh, how many people have you killed in the line of duty, Mr. DiNozzo?"

Tony sat back, slouching in the chair..."I'm a federal agent, lady, sometimes dirtbags need a little iron in their diet."

"Does your boss need iron in his diet?"

Ziva sat up..."My husband is a damn good cop and he would never hurt anyone who did not deserve it and he is not the only one angry with our boss."

"Are you angry as well, Mrs. DiNozzo?"

Tony laughs..."Where are the softball questions like in Mr. and Mrs. Smith."

"Excuse me?"...The woman asked.

"You know, the 2005 blockbuster film starring Brad Pitt and Angelina Jolie as dueling assassins. The marriage counselor in that shows asks cool questions, like: how's your sex life. Why can't you ask something like that?"

"Fine, how is your sex life?"

Tony leans forward..."In a word...okay."

"Just okay?"

"Heh. I didn't wanna brag."

"We're all being honest here, please, speak your mind."

Tony stood from his chair..."My dickhead boss put my wife on cold cases. Chris Pacci, a former NCIS agent, a friend, was moved to cold cases about 4 years ago. He was killed, shot in the neck, then disemboweled. So, yes, it pisses me off and yes, I'd like to do bodily harm to him, but would I? No, because I love my job, I love my team and most importantly, I love my wife and she'd kick my ass if I touched him. Okay?"

Ziva stood up..."And our sex life is amazing. Three times this morning. Wait, three and half."...Ziva moves to the door, opening it..."Come, Tony."

"And a half, Z?"...Tony followed her out the door, closing it behind him.