Chapter 16
"You're having twins?!?!"
"It appears to be that way."
"And you didn't know?"
"No, Tony wouldn't let the doctor tell us anything other then the babies health. I don't think he could have imagined that this was the case. yes?"
"So you're having twins, really, you're having twins."
"That is what Dr Benoit told me."
"Dr Benoit?" Abby said, drawing out every syllable and lowering her voice in a mixture of annoyance, suspicion and disbelief.
"Yes, you know, Jeanne. My normal doctor was sick so I had to go to the..." before Ziva could finish that sentence a very irate Abby interrupted.
"That… that witch! How could she?"
"How could she what?" Ziva asked perplexed.
"Tell you about the babies. She knew that Tony didn't want to find anything out. NO." Abby looked at Ziva accusingly. "You didn't tell her to tell you did you? Oh my god Ziva, Tony's going to kill you, do you know what sex they are and everything?"
"I did not ask to find out Abby. She assumed that I knew, and no I did not ask to know what gender they are."
"I bet she did this on purpose."
"I do not think she would do that Abby."
"Oh, you don't do you… I think she would."
"She seemed genuinely shocked when she found out I didn't already know. But you have to do me one favour."
"What's that?" Abby asked apprehensively.
"You can't tell Tony. I want to see the shock on his face when two come out. Serves him right for not letting me find anything out."
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"I have a plan." Jeanne spoke into her phone, "It's one that will help both of us with our little problems, meet me in one hour, at my apartment, we'll sort it all out from there."
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Ziva lay on her bed, reading one of her favourite books for the hundredth time. She was desperate to hear keys enter the lock on the front door. She couldn't wait to see Tony, even if it did mean she had to omit some very relevant information.
"Honey, I'm home." Tony called with a bad accent as we walked into their apartment a few minutes later.
"Please do not say that every time you come home."
"Oh, Lucy, you spoil all of my fun."
Ziva couldn't help but chuckle on the inside, it was so very Tony to quote I Love Lucy. "So hows my little chocolate bar? Did the doctor say that Nougat was going to be a quarter back?" Ziva just laughed while Tony pulled his tie off, then removed his shirt screwing it into a ball and sniffing it before he threw it in the dirty clothes basket in the corner of the room. The sniffing was a bad habit that Ziva still scrunched her nose up at the thought of. He put a little more deodorant on and finally jumped onto the bed so he was on his side, lying next to her, his hand instantly drawn to her titanic sized belly.
"So hows the case going?" She asked him.
"Arh, think we've hit a brick wall, the trails gone cold, which offcourse, means Gibbs is even worse the usual. We're just waiting for him to make a mistake."
"You are just saying that to make sure I don't miss the action yes?"
"No, really, Gibbs is walking round like a bear with a sore paw and Abby seems to be avoiding us for some reason, I mean what's that about?"
Ziva knew exactly what that was about. Abby was not very good at keeping a secret, not one as exciting as this. She wasn't sure how Abby would manage avoiding Tony for 3 weeks, but she'd need to as long as it took. One look at her face and Tony would know something was up. "So, come on, what did the doctor say?"
"She said everything was looking good, she took blood and did the ultrasound."
"She took blood? Why was something wrong? Is that normal at this point in the pregnancy? Something's wrong isn't it. Okay, tell me, I can take it."
"You are such a Drama King"
"Queen, Drama Queen."
"But you are a male yes? Surely you would have to be a King."
"You make an interesting point. Right. What am I cooking you for dinner?"
"I do not know how I am supposed to eat when I feel like such a whale."
"You're not a whale, you're my wonderful, beautiful, amazing chocolate bar. And soon, we're going to have a beautiful baby, and that baby is going to be strong, and if that's the case, you're going to have to eat to keep up your strength. So, fish and steamed veggies it is."
"OH NO… pizza please."
"nope, healthy, remember? Fish and veggies coming up." He stood up and started down the hall towards the kitchen.
Ziva couldn't help but wonder if he'd ever cook again after their babies were born. She considered that he probably wouldn't even have time to cook, not with twins. She did miss their take away diet, she used to cook all the time, she used to love it, but since becoming more affiliated with American culture and being with Tony, it seemed more important to enjoy his company rather than spend hours in the kitchen.
She felt the babies start to kick, she now understood why it felt like a hurricane in her tummy every time this started, there were four limbs flailing around instead of the assumed two. "Tony come here. There is a whole lot of kicking going on."
"Where's my little football player?" Tony raced back to her and placed his hand on her stomach. "Are you sure we're having a human baby? I mean seriously, it looks like an alien is in there, I mean, what's that bit meant to be?" he said looking at her stomach, watching the obvious movement of the babies through her skin. "I mean, I get that there should be a couple of bumps, but seriously. What is that, a horn or something? I'm kinda picturing that Alien scene. You know where it…"
"Yes, I know Tony, you've only made me watch that movie 100 times."
"It's a classic!"
"I guess I'll be watching that in the coming weeks then won't I?"
"I'm already putting it on the DiNozzo Approved Watching Guide." Tony ran out to the living room and grabbed a pad of paper. He'd been writing down all the movie titles he thought were important for Nougat's early film eduction. "Oh and the Usual Suspects, Nougat has to watch that."
"You know we really should start thinking about names."
"But we don't know if it's a boy or a girl."
"We can choose names for both."
"I still say we wait and meet him or her first, then we'll know what name suits. You don't want to use a name like poppy and then she be ugly."
"We would never choose the name Poppy. And she wouldn't be ugly. But we're not calling it Nougat. Yes?"
"Nah… well… not for long anyway."
As he finished writing the movie titles and placing the pad of paper on the dresser, his mobile rang.
Oh no, who could it be?????
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