At the reception, everyone was, swimming, relaxing, or playing with there kids at the playground. Tony and Ziva hadn't made this a normal reception. They were letting people have fun. There was food in the corner, and most people had changed into a bathing suit or more comfortable clothing. The only one who hadn't were Tony and Ziva. But, Ziva had taken her veil off and had her hair up and Tony had taken his jacket off and was just wearing the vest and shirt. Tony wrapped his arms around her waist and laid his chin on her shoulder.
"Hey Baby, you want to take that dress off, we could go change?" Tony asked seductively.
"Yes Tony, let's go upstairs and change." Ziva said, and with that, they walked upstairs.
(A/N: I am not going to go into great detail here. You know what happened. If you want detail, use your imagination, because I think detail is a little gross.)
Ziva and Tony walked back outside after about 45 min. and they realized very few people had left, and nobody realized they were gone long either. They thanked god for that. It saves explanations. They had changed to know, Ziva in a simple green tank top and navy blue shorts, so she could still match her wedding, and Tony in jeans and a black NCIS shirt.
Tony sat in a chair, with Ziva in his lap. Ever since the movie in the living room of that very house, this had been there favorite way to sit. Not long after sitting, Gibbs and Jenny pulled up two chairs and sat with them. They just talked for a while, then Ziva whispered in Tony's ear, "I want Gibbs and Jenny to be the god parents."
Tony nodded his head yes, and directed his attention towards Gibbs and Jenny, "Gibs, Jenny, Ziva just brought something very important to my attention. Our babies don't have god parents yet, and we would like you to have the honor of being them. Would you, pleas, be our babies' god parents?" He said.
"Of course, Tony" Jenny said solemly.
"Why wouldn't I want to DiNozzo?" Gibbs said questionably.
"I don't know!" Tony said and Gibbs laughed, and pulled Jenny up to go dance.
"Tony I have an idea. How about you pick the middle name of the kids, and I will pick first names."
"Okay, I already have mine. Abigail and Jethro." Tony said.
Ziva laughed. "Okay Tony. I won't know mine for a while."
Tony nodded his head. "I can't wait."
"I know, me either." Ziva said.