Hooray! It is finally the weekend! I am sorry for not updating in awhile. I have been busy. I have an idea for this chapter, but it is late and I am falling asleep, so it may be short. Well,

On with the story!

Four months pregnant.

Ziva waddled into Abby's lab, her swollen stomach making it hard to walk properly. The Goth was at her computer, typing away and humming to the music that blasted through the lab.

"Abby!" Ziva yelled over the music. Abby turned around in her chair, startled, and fell off of the spinning seat. She quickly stood up and gave her Israeli friend a salute.

"Ziva! How are you? Is everything alright?" she asked, turning down her music. Ziva shook her head.

"No, I just wanted to come down here to ask you a question and some advice," she replied. Her hyper friend dragged her to the couch where she promptly plopped down and focused her attention on Ziva. The pregnant woman slowly sat down, placing one hand on her stomach as she lowered herself.

"Okay, ask away," Abby said when her friend settled on the couch. Ziva nodded and took her friend's hands in her own.

"Abby, will you be my bridesmaid?" The room went deathly silent. For a few seconds, all Abby did was stare at her friend. Her face was blank and her stare remained focused. Ziva was starting to get uncomfortable, so she coughed silently, snapping the Goth out of her daze.

The Israeli was nearly thrown off her feet when she was suddenly tackled in a hug by her sister-like friend. When she pulled away, the expression on her pale face was priceless. She looked incredibly happy.

"Of course, Ziva! Of course! I'd love to! Ohh! I'm so happy for you two!" Abby shouted. When she finally regained her composure, she sat back and looked to Ziva.

"Now, what advice did you need?" Ziva thought for a moment.

"I need help planning the wedding. I though both you and Jenny would be good at that," she replied, hoping that Abby would say yes.

"Sure! I'd love to! Gosh, Zi. This is the best news I've ever gotten!"

(A/N: I am going to skip to the wedding. I am not feeling creative enough to write the parts before it. Sorry!)

The small church was filled with people dear to Tony and Ziva. Ducky sat at the front of the rows, his video camera at the ready. Palmer sat at the organ, ready to play the Wedding March as soon as the time had come. The priest stood at the altar, his book at the ready. Abby and McGee stood off to the side, considering they had been chosen for the bridesmaid and the best man. Jenny stood on the opposite side of the two, holding hands to Adi and Kalev, who were the flower girl and ring bearer.

Tony stood nervously with the priest. He was staring at the double doors that were directly in front of him, no fewer that 20 feet away. Hs heart skipped a beat when the doors opened, revealing Gibbs and Ziva. Her beautiful dress stood out against her olive skin. The swollen stomach was noticeable, but Tony couldn't help but think she was as beautiful as ever.

Gibbs walked her down the isle, their arms linked. She leaned her head on his shoulder for a moment and sighed.

"Thank you so much, Gibbs."

"No problem, Zivers," he replied, kissing her forehead before gently pushing her towards the altar. They stood in front of each other, staring into the other's eyes. They linked hands.

(A/N: I do not know a thing about American weddings, nor do I really know much about our weddings, for I have never been married. Forgive me if anything is wrong.)

"Do you, Anthony DiNozzo, take Ziva David to be your wife?" the priest asked. Tony nodded sharply.

"I do," he replied.

"Do you promise to love, cherish, and protect her, whether in good fortune or in adversity, and to seek with her a life hallowed by the faith of Israel?"

Tony nodded again. "I do."

The priest turned to Ziva, who looked about ready to burst with anticipation. "Do you, Ziva David, take Anthony DiNozzo to be your husband?" he asked. She nodded twice.

"Yes, I do."

"Do you promise to love, cherish, and protect him, whether I good fortune or in adversity, and to seek with her a life hallowed by the faith of Israel?"

"I do," she said, her voice wavering. The priest pushed the two together and turned to Tony.

"You may now kiss the bride."

Without hesitation, Tony lifted Ziva off of her feet and kissed her with everything he had. Everyone in the church stood up and cheered, even Palmer, who had stopped playing the organ. Adi and Kalev looked somewhat disgusted, but happy for their parents. They both ran up to the married couple and latched themselves onto their legs.

Ziva picked up Kalev and Tony picked up Abby. They stood there for awhile while people took pictures. Both children were resting their heads against the shoulders of their parents, looking at each other.

"I love our famiwy," Kalev said, sleepily. Adi nodded and yawned.

"Me too."

And with that, they both fell asleep, smiles on their faces and their parent's faces as they held hands and leaned on each other.

Okay, that was terrible. I could not think of anything. My mind shuts off when I am tired. I am terribly sorry for the suckish chapter! Please review, and I will make it better next time! I am sorry it was so short! Again, please review! Have a great night and weekend!

-Aviva