She opens her eyes, and finds him staring at her. He doesn't say anything."What?" she questions.
"Can we go shopping today?"
"For what?"
"Baby stuff."
"Why?"
"The baby will be here soon."
"Not for another two months."
"What if he comes early? You need stuff for him."
"What is this really about?"
He peels the blankets off her. He points, "That."
"I know it's about that."
"No. That," he points.
"The baby?" she questions.
"The stomach."
"What about it?"
"You still won't let me touch it."
"Why do you want to touch it?"
"Why don't you want me to touch it?"
"Why does it matter?"
"We spend almost every night in the same bed, together. We spend almost all of our time together. I have seen you naked, more than once."
"So?"
"Why is it such a big deal? Why can't I touch it?"
"It is not as if I go around letting people touch my stomach."
"No, but this is different."
"Then go ahead."
"Are you sure?"
"Obviously you want my permission."
"I just don't want you to break my arm."
"Go ahead," she nods.
"You're sure?"
"Before I change my mind," she warns.
His hand moves towards her. She stops his hand, "Wait."
"What?" he questions.
She rolls up her shirt.
"You don't have to do that," he insists.
"Just get it over with."
He presses his hand to her stomach. He looks up at her.
"What?"
"I can feel him moving."
"Move your hand," she tells him.
"That's it?"
"Just trust me," she answers.
He moves his hand. The baby kicks. He can see tiny feet.
"Is it weird feeling him move all the time?"
"I am used to it now."
"Does he move like that all the time?"
"Pretty much."
"Why was that such a big deal for you?"
She shrugs, "I don't know."
"You don't know?"
"I guess that maybe I just didn't want to share, with anyone."
"You have to share him. You know that, right?"
"I know," she nods.
"Zi?"
"Hm?"
"You know that I'm not going anywhere, right."
"I know."
"But?"
"I don't understand why. Why would you want this? Why would you want to take this on? It's not your responsibility."
"I love you."
"And?"
"And that's all the reason I need."
"He isn't yours."
"So I can't love him?"
"I..."
"He's a part of you. I love you, so I will love him too."
"Who are you? What have you done with my partner?"
"I just swallowed my pride."
"I'm glad that you did."
"You are?"
She nods.
"And why is that?" he inquires.
"Because I don't think that I can do this on my own. I know that I said I would, but..."
"It's ok."
"No, it's not. He's my responsibility. I should be able to take care of him, on my own."
"Ziva, it is ok to need help, sometimes. You're going to need a lot of help, you're having a baby."
"And I have no clue what I'm doing."
"Why don't we start by going shopping?"
"What do I even need?"
He shrugs, "I don't know. I guess we'll figure it out, when we get there."
"That doesn't sound like a good idea."
"Do you have a better idea?"
"No."
"We don't have to buy anything today. We can just go look."
"Look? Look at what?"
"Cribs, and diapers, and clothes."
"I am not ready for this."
"You told me that you were."
"I thought that I was."
"But?"
"He's almost here, now. I don't feel ready, at all."