Warnings: Tony/OC, fluffy

A/N: Okay the overwhelming response was to expand this, so I did. I'm not sure how many more chapters this will be. I have a bigger fic in mind with Tony dealing with Leah and her pregnancy. I think this will just be the team finding out that Tony is going to be a daddy :).

Hetty- I totally agree that Tony deserves a happy ending :). As for all the other suggestions about Gibbs, I think I will be saving those for the larger fic that deals with the pregnancy.

Guest- Thank you so much :)

It was hard keeping the news of his impending fatherhood a secret for the next six weeks but the closer they got to the end of Leah's first trimester—the more anxious Tony got. He was sure that the team was going to be happy for them… but it was in his nature to worry that people wouldn't approve of him. And he really, really, really needed to speak to Gibbs… because even though he was happy that he was going to be a father… he was also terrified.

Leah didn't seem to be as anxious about what kind of father he was going to be. She kept telling him that their son or daughter was lucky to have him. And every night when she laid in bed to read her book about pregnancy she made sure to include him in what was going on with her body and their baby.

Of course that might be coming back to haunt her just a little because now he was worried sick that something could go wrong. He was already overprotective her to begin with, but he spent most of his time with her now making sure she ate properly, stayed off her feet as much as possible and didn't do any heavy lifting. Each time he started to get panicky, she gently assured him that both her and the baby were fine, not put off by his obnoxious over-protectiveness.

Tony leaned back in his chair and glanced around the bullpen. He was by himself. Ellie had joined Jake for lunch and McGee was off with Delilah probably doing something wedding related. Gibbs had been meeting up in MTAC all morning with Vance and SecNav. It was the perfect time to pull out the sonogram he kept in his wallet that the couple had received at Leah's last check-up. They still didn't know what they were having but Tony didn't care much. He smiled at the photograph, ran his finger over the tiny little baby and whispered, "I love you already and we haven't met yet."

"DiNozzo… got something for the case there," Gibbs said, startling him slightly.

"Ah… no boss," Tony said, nervously. He slipped the photograph back into his wallet. "I was…ah… just taking a small break."

Gibbs looked at him suspiciously as he sat at his desk but didn't say anything. In the last six weeks Tony's behavior had been erratic—some days he would come in like he was walking on sunshine, and other days he was just a nervous Nelly. Which had led Gibbs to one conclusion—Leah was pregnant.

Tony stood then, pulling his sweater down and making his way towards Gibbs. "Um, boss… I ah… I need tomorrow morning off," he whispered, placing a leave form onto the SSA's desk. "Doctor's appointment."

And then there were the requests for time off to go to doctor's appointments that had been the final tip off that Leah was expecting. Tony hated going to the doctor. Gibbs smiled as he signed off on it and handed the form back to Tony. "You going to find out what you're having at this one?" he asked, softly.

"B-boss?" Tony stuttered, clutching to the paper tightly. Gibbs was smiling at him, that all-knowing looking his eyes. "H-how did…how did you know?"

"Easy enough to figure out, DiNozzo," Gibbs said with a shrug. "Some days you can't stop smiling and others… you're constantly running your hand through your hair and texting your wife."

Tony felt his heart beating wildly. "If you know… does everyone else?"

Gibbs chuckled. "McGee and Ellie are good at their jobs, Tony, but I doubt they're aware Leah is pregnant."

"I… I've been waiting to let everyone know… but um… well…"

"I know. Waiting until the first trimester is out of the way… less chance of a miscarriage after that."

The SFA nodded his head. "Yeah… I think… I think I'm driving Leah a little crazy with that… I mean… it's slippery out there right now with spring rains and all... and she could slip and fall and…"

Gibbs chuckled again. "You sound like every first time expecting father."

"I do?"

"Uh-huh. Is that why you're a little jumpy some days, DiNozzo? Are you afraid you aren't going to be a good father?"

Tony looked at the leave form in his hands, approving his time off to go with Leah to her doctor's appointment in the morning. "Yes. What if… what if I turn out to be my dad? We both know that Senior isn't the best role model when it comes to parenting. He left me in a hotel room for two days for crying out loud. I just… I just don't want to be him."

Gibbs got up and moved towards Tony. Gently he laid his hand on the younger man's shoulder, forcing Tony to look at him. "Anthony… you are not your father. I doubt Leah would have married you if you were—she seems like the type of girl that doesn't put up with crap like that. And the fact that you're worrying about being a good dad—that tells me right there that you're going to be a good dad."

He smiled and his shoulders eased slightly. "Leah keeps saying the same thing."

"You should listen to your wife, Tony."

"Yeah… people keep telling me that."

"It's good advice."

Tony checked his watch and then held his finger up. He pulled his cellphone out and typed something, then sheepishly grinned at his boss when he realized the former marine was watching him, confused. "Making sure the mommy-to-be eats her lunch. She's a chronic meal skipper."

Gibbs could see that. Leah tended to hyper-focus on her work and at times needed Tony to reign her in. It didn't surprise him that his SFA was checking with his wife every day to make sure she was eating properly.

As the lead agent watched, Tony pressed his cell phone to his ear. Leah answered after two rings. "Yes, I took my vitamins this morning and yes I'm taking it easy at work. Let me, guess, things are slow at NCIS?"

"You ate lunch right?" Tony questioned, ignoring her question. "Because if you haven't, I know this great little cafe near the University. I can swing by and pick you up. You know, it's important that you don't skip a meal—I know that you like to skip meals every now and then, especially lunch because work gets in the way. You can't really do that now, you aren't just eating for you anymore, Leah."

"Tony. Please take a deep breath. I am fine. The baby is fine."

He wasn't going to let this go so easily and she knew that. "I just… I just don't want things to go wrong…"

She let out a breathy laugh. "I knew I shouldn't have let you start reading that book with me. But… Tony, it's okay that you're worried. And… if it would make you feel better, I'll join you for lunch. As long as you pay."

Tony couldn't help the goofy grin that spread across his face. "Great. You have yourself a lunch date. See you in fifteen."

Quickly he hung up his phone, found his weapon and badge, and headed towards the elevator but then stopped. "Ah boss… is it okay if I…"

"Yeah," Gibbs said with a wave of his hand. "Get out of here, DiNozzo. Go take your wife to lunch."