Warnings: Tony/OC, fluffy

A/N: Anyone want a little bit more? Here it is! The rest of the team is going to find out next chapter... any guesses/wishes for what Tony and Leah are having? :) Please let me know what you think and I hope you enjoy!

"Tony," Leah whispered, waking him up from an unusually peaceful sleep. "I think the baby wants some ice cream."

"You think the baby wants some ice cream—or do you want some ice cream?" Tony mumbled, opening one eye to glance at the clock. "Lee… it's three in the morning."

Leah pouted and sat up, flicking the light on. He groaned. "I'm hungry," she whined. "And the baby and I want some butter pecan ice cream."

Tony threw his arm over his face and covered his eyes from the bright light. "We don't have butter pecan ice cream—we have mint chocolate chip. So… the baby and you are going to have to settle for that." She punched him on the arm then—hard. "OUCH!" he gasped, raising his arm away from his face and looking at her in shock. "What the heck was that for?"

"Didn't anyone ever tell you not to mess with a pregnant woman?" Leah challenged him, glaring. "I want butter pecan ice cream not mint chocolate chip."

"I'd have to go out and get it… and it's damp and chilly out..."

"There's the twenty-four hour convenience store down the street. They should have it. And bring a sweatshirt so you're not cold."

Tony rolled over and found his sneakers he'd been keeping besides their bed. At eighteen weeks pregnant she'd sent him on a few late night runs like this already. In fact the clerk that worked the overnight shift at the store knew him by name now. They had struck up a friendship. "Fine," he said, giving in while tying up his laces. "I'll go down the street to get you some butter pecan ice cream."

Leah smiled at him triumphantly and yet sweetly. "Thank you."

He sighed and threw a sweatshirt on over his head. Making sure he had his weapon and badge, and his keys, Tony started on yet another late night trek to the store. If this was what it was going to be like for the next few months he was never going to get any sleep. Not that he was prepared to get much sleep once the baby came anyways. At least these little walks gave him to think about how he was going to let the rest of the team know that Leah was pregnant. He still hadn't worked up the courage and Gibbs was keeping the secret well for him.

Tony knew he had to say something soon because Leah's stomach was growing bigger by the week and well… the next time she popped by NCIS there was going to be no denying that she was expecting.

"Hey Tony!" the clerk, Pete, greeted when he opened the door, the bell jingling. "Leah have another craving? Third one this week! What is it this time?"

"Butter pecan ice cream and I think these cravings are getting worse," Tony said with a sad smile.

"Don't worry… you aren't the first man to walk in here late at night to bring a snack back to their pregnant wife," Pete said, chuckling. "Won't be the last one either."

Tony huffed a little laugh and headed straight to the back of the store to get the pint of ice cream that his wife wanted. He made sure to pick up another six pack of beer for himself because he was sure by the end of this week he was going to need it. Placing the items on the counter, he fished his wallet out and paid Pete. "It doesn't say anywhere in that pregnancy book that we're reading that husbands are the late night errand runners. It should come with a warning to all men."

Pete laughed and took Tony's money. "Yeah but then men wouldn't want to have kids and we'd all die out."

"Good point. But… this pregnancy… it might just kill me."

"Look at it this way—it builds character."

He chuckled and took his bag, making a joke about the same time next week and headed back out into the damp air. Rain was in the forecast again, promising to soak the D.C area. Tony didn't mind the rain so much… if he didn't have to be out in it at all hours of the day. And he certainly had not liked going out at night when it was raining to bring his wife back snacks.

Tony wanted to talk to Gibbs about how to deal with mood swings and cravings, but since the rest of the team wasn't aware that Leah was having a baby—he'd kept his mouth shut. It really was time to let them know. If the others hadn't figured it out yet like Gibbs had. Abby probably knew. She seemed to be able to tell those kinds of things.

Briefly he wondered what their reactions were going to be. Jimmy would probably be thrilled to have someone to go through fatherhood with, Ellie would smile and congratulate him because he didn't think there was a mean bone in her body—Tim would probably be shocked. His partner had been so wrapped up in wedding planning that he hadn't paid much attention to those around him. Not his fault really. Tony knew how consuming planning a wedding could be.

Funny enough… telling Leah's parents had been easy. John and Katherine had been overjoyed for another grandchild. They had wanted to buy everything that Leah and Tony were going to need to take care of the baby—but Leah had shot them down—fast. They weren't the only ones that were going to be excited about this baby and want to buy things. Leah had agreed to allow her mother to plan a baby shower in Boston. Tony chuckled as he recalled his wife already regretting it.

Tomorrow. You need to tell everyone else tomorrow. Tony unlocked the apartment door and climbed the steps. He entered his apartment and immediately put the beer in the fridge and then scooped some ice cream into a bowl for Leah. "Here you go, sweetheart," he chirped, happily as he came back into the bedroom, "butter pecan ice cream just like you asked."

Leah looked up from her book and frowned at the bowl. Tony braced himself because he knew exactly what was coming. "I changed my mind…" she said, rubbing her belly, "I think the baby and I want a milkshake from Beltway Burger… oh! I know! Pizza! With extra cheese and pineapple!"

"Which is it? Milkshake or pizza?" Tony asked, resisting the urge to roll his eyes.

"Both?" Leah inquired, giving him an innocent look.

Tony left the ice cream on her night stand and turned to head back out, noticing that she had changed her mind again and was eating the ice cream. As he opened the apartment door all he could think about was how this pregnancy was most definitely going to kill him.