Club

" They're in here."

Abby pushed past the grey haired man, rushing into the living, stopping and giggling at the sight she was greeted with. Ziva and Gibbs joined her, Ziva smiling ruefully.

" Guess their partying caught up with them."

Gibbs snorted, leaving to fetch a cup of coffee, plucking a babbling Tony Junior from Ziva's arms and stealing him away with him. Abby turned to Ziva, raising an eyebrow.

" Shall we awaken our menfolk?"

Tony and Tim were still sprawled out on the sofa, snoring loudly. Tim had snuggled into the elder agent, head resting on his chest, and Tony had his arm around him, both clearly content. Abby took the opportunity to snap a picture; blackmail was always, always useful. Ziva leant over to her husband, slapping one cheek gently until the man roused.

" Ngh?"

Ziva laughed softly, straightening up again as Tony shifted, blinking several times before shoving the snoring Tim off of him. McGee yelped, hitting the floor with a loud thud, groaning. Both women waited until the men had gained some awareness before clearing their throats. Tony and Tim shared looks as they stood up, the tension tangible. There was another, silent pause, before Abby bolted forward, embracing Tim in her usual chokehold hug, minus the space allowed for the bump.

" I was so worried! I thought about it afterwards, what if I'd sent you off and you'd got run over? Or collapsed? Or choked on your own v-"

" Abs, I can't breath!"

" Oh..."

She let him go, only leaning back as far as her arms would allow it. Tony took the opportunity to slyly creepy past the couple, making it as far as the hall before his wife was by his side. Tim and Abby glanced over, shrugging softly, before looking back at each other.

" I'm sorry, Abby. I mean it. I was stupid, I was dumb-"

" Immature, selfish, worryingly out of character."

Tim's ears reddened, falling silent, looking his wife in the eyes.

" I'm sorry, Abs. It won't happen again."

Abby nodded, leaning forward to plant a kiss on his lips.

" Damn right it won't. Now it's my turn. I was out of line. You... you were only having fun, I respect that. And...And I shouldn't have been so mad."

She pulled him into a hug again, clutching at him.

" Besides, I don't want our child to be an only child. Next time, I'll aim for your gut."

Tim paled, laughing weakly.

" N-No...Whatever suits, actually. God, I need some water...Couple of aspirin..."

" C'mon, Gibbs is in the kitchen with little Tony. That kid is so cute. I just know him and little Tim are going to be best of buds. Ziva and I have already planned play-dates, y'know?"

The couple disappeared into the kitchen, while Tony and Ziva still stood in the hall, eye to eye. Neither had spoken, merely staring at each other, almost betting each other to be the first to speak. Tony broke down first, giving in with a sigh.

" I was wrong, Zi. I said I was having a couple, I ended up floored. I'm sorry. In my defence, I didn't drive, I-"

Ziva leant up, placing a finger on his lips, effectively silencing him.

" Tony, I wasn't angry that you were drunk. If you'd said you were going drinking, then fine. But to go from 'a few' to...that..."

She sighed, silence settling once again. There was noise from the kitchen; Gibbs laughing, and their son giggling.

" I'm sorry. I was out of line."

" No, I was. I shouldn't-"

" I over-reacted. I just... I'm sorry."

" Me too."

Both smiled softly, Tony linking his arm around her gently, using his free hand to brush a strand of hair out of her face.

" You've been...off, lately."

Ziva raised an eyebrow, tucking into him.

" Off?"

" Y'know? Out of character? Under the weather? Odd?"

" Oh...well..."

She fiddled with the strand of hair, once again free, looking so un-Ziva like that Tony had to worry.

" Zi? Something up?"

He tipped her chin up to face him again, face furrowing. His wife paused, licking her lips, before looking at him, a coy smile beginning to tinge her features.

" I was...I was going to tell you last night. Abby only just confirmed it, I had to be sure..."

" Zi, I'm hungover, my brain is on 50% activity, you're going to have to spit it out."

" Well, you remember the work dance? A month ago?"

Tony grinned, Chesire-cat wide.

" Your little back-less black dress, oh I remember that. I remember-"

A finger on his lips again, Ziva's grin spreading.

" Of course you do. And you remember how rushed we were that morning?"

Tony frowned, recalling the memory.

" Yeah, sure. Boss called us in, we had to drop Tony off at the sitter, we forgot my badge, rushed back to the house-"

" It was hectic. And in that amongst all of that, I was a little...forgetful."

Tony blinked, trying to defog his mind. Ziva sighed, tapping his nose gently.

" Before we left, I didn't have my morning coffee."

Tony's mouth formed a small 'O', something in his mind clicking.

" Morning coffee...pill...Abby just confirmed it...oh...oh...OH..."

Ziva smiled softly, watching her husband's rather shocked expression. Tony took a moment, before sweeping his wife in his arms with a loud yell, pausing to lean down and capture her lips with his.

In the kitchen, Gibbs glanced over at the noise, balancing Tony on his hip, coffee in the other hand. Abby squealed, hugging Tim again, causing both men to look at her. The Goth grinned.

" Let's just say, you'd better get used to pregnant women's club."