She shrugs, "Maybe."
"You could name him after your father. Have you told your father, yet?"
"No. Why would I? I rarely speak to him."
"Don't you think that he should know?"
"No. We are not close."
"You should still tell him. He should know that he is going to have a grandchild."
"That would be cruel."
"Cruel? Cruel how?"
"There is no way I am going to allow him to be involved in my child's life."
"He lives half a world a way. He might see your kid once a year. How much harm can he possibly do?"
"I do not want to find out."
"So are you going to find out tomorrow, or are you going to leave me in suspense?"
"That is for me to know, and you to find out."
"What are you going to do, if it isn't a boy?"
"I do not understand the question."
"I mean, what if you have a girl?"
"I have no preference, either way."
"But girls are... I cannot picture you with a daughter. I guess it could work, if she was mute. Then the two of you wouldn't have anything to argue about. I am sure that she would be equally as opinionated as you are. I guess you could ship..."
She cuts him off, "Do not finish that sentence, if you have any intention of keeping your tongue."
"Fair enough," he agrees.
"Can we go now?"
"Yes, your highness."
She wakes up at 0430, earlier than usual. She could convince herself to sleep until 0530 some days. Most of the time she got up between 0500 and 0515, but not this morning. This morning she was wide awake, at 0430. What Tony had said had gotten to her. She would never admit it to him, but she was concerned about the outcome would be.
She lies in her bed with her fingers laced behind her head, on top of her pillow, staring up at her ceiling. Alone, in her bed, wide awake, before the crack of dawn, thinking about her unborn child, was not what she wanted to be doing. Her instinct is to reach for the phone, but the voice in her head says it's too early to call him. She sighs, and then her phone begins vibrating on the stand next to her bed. She rolls onto her side, and reaches for it. She answers it, without looking at the caller I.D.
"I know it's early, but I'm wide awake. I didn't know who else to call this early in the morning. Did I wake you up?"
"No. I'm awake. Why are you awake?"
"I couldn't sleep."
"Why couldn't you sleep?"
"I was thinking about the baby."
"You were thinking about my baby?" she wonders.
"I am assuming that's what you were thinking about too."
"Yes."
"And?"
"I hate when you plant seeds in my mind."
"Because they grow like weeds, and take over your whole train of thought?" he guesses.
"Exactly."
"You're going to find out?" he assumes.
"Yes. I am too impatient to wait until the baby is born, to find out."
"Is there anything I can do for you?"
"No."
"Do you want me to go with you?" he inquires.
Silence from the other end. He waits several seconds, and then breaks the silence. "Ziva, are you still there?"
"I'm still here."
"Did you hear me?"
"Yes."
"Why didn't you answer?"
"I was considering some scenarios."
"And you are afraid that I would embarrass you?"
"I have worked with you long enough, to have gotten over that, by now."
"But you still don't want me to go?"
"I did not say that."
"You're considering letting me go with you? Are you sure about that?"
"I think that someone should go with me, and... you'll do."
"You realize that I am going to..."
"Yes, I know."
"Why are you so modest all of the sudden?"
"I'm not. Things are just different now."
"Do you want me to come over?"
"And do what?"
"Make you breakfast."
"Why?"
"Because I'm hungry, and it's just as easy to cook for two, as it is to cook for one."
"You are always hungry. You should be careful."
"Why is that?"
"I would hate for you to look like you're the pregnant one."
"I will try to remember not to eat for two. So can I come over, or not?"
She pauses for a second. She hears a noise on the other end of the phone. She looks at the phone, and then directs the question to her partner, "Was that your stomach?"
"I told you that I was hungry."
"You wake up hungry?"
"Don't you?"
"No," she shakes her head.
"You are not very good at being pregnant."
"What is that supposed to mean?"
"You don't look pregnant, you don't act pregnant. You don't eat like you're pregnant."
"Forgive me."
"Am..."
"Can you bring muffins, instead?"
"Where am I going to find muffins at four thirty in the morning?"
"By the time you get showered, and dressed, it will be at least five."
"Where am I going to find muffins at five o'clock in the morning?" he rephrases the question.
"Please."
"What kind?"
"You know that I like."
"Is this you, or the baby, that wants muffins?"
"Which answer will make you more willing to look all over half the countryside for muffins?"
"Neither."
"We have to go to work later," she reminds him.
"And I don't need you to be cranky all day."
"So you should probably find my muffins."
"You are manipulative."