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A/N: Chapter 3, as requested on AO3
Review Prompt: What if it was Jen instead?
She retches into the toilet, trying desperately to not wake her bedmates. This flu had been going on for nearly two weeks, and she was hating every minute of it. She was surprised neither Abby nor Jethro had gotten it. She feels fingers start running through her hair, silently curses as she leans back to wipe her mouth.
"You sure you're sick?" Jethro's voice is soft, his fingers massaging her scalp.
She lets out a tired laugh, "Thinking you knocked me up?" It's crude, but she knew she it wasn't possible. She was pushing 43. The likelihood of getting pregnant was small, barley 2%, if that.
He hums softly, contemplative, "I've had a few wives, Jen. I know the signs."
She slaps his arm as she stands, "You have a better chance of getting Abby pregnant."
They both gaze through the open bathroom door into the bedroom where Abby still sleeps. She smiles because the thought of Abby with a baby bump was adorable. The thought of a mini-Abby was adorable too, with Jethro's eyes and somehow with her nose. But they weren't trying to get pregnant. They were happy as a family unit of three.
"Take one just to be sure," he says.
She blinks up at him, "A pregnancy test?"
He smiles that crooked smile of his, the one that makes her heart melt, even after all these years, "Humor me. Hell, humor Abby. Just to make sure."
She rolls her eyes but agrees.
She watches the pregnancy test on the counter, suddenly afraid of the outcome. She was too old to have kids, right? There was no way that this would turn out positive, and even if it did, it would be a false positive. Yes, it would definitely be a false positive.
Abby's voice floats through the door as she makes her way into the bathroom, "Staring at it won't make it read faster, Jenny."
"Just nervous, I guess," She replies softly.
Abby laces their fingers together, planting a soft kiss on her lips, "It's exciting though, right?"
She didn't know about that. Maybe when she and Jethro had been younger, during Paris or Serbia or Marseille. But now? When it wasn't just them, when they had Abby's feelings to consider? No, she wasn't sure it was exciting.
"You're not jealous, are you, Abby?" the question comes out before she can file it away.
Abby quirks her head to the side, momentarily looking like a lost puppy, "Of what?"
"Of," she gestures with her free hand, "this."
"No, of course not! You'd be a great mom. And besides, we already know you and Gibbs would make a cute Gibblet."
She rolls her eyes at the word, a smile slipping on her face, "I don't want to exclude you, Abbs. You're in this relationship too."
Abby smiles, kissing her again, "I promise, it's okay."
"If I'm even…" the alarm Abby set goes off just then, and she stops mid-sentence, the word dying on her lips.
"Oh, it's time! Gibbs!" Abby calls loudly, "Gibbs, get in here!"
She can't help the smirk from sliding on her face as Gibbs pokes his head through the door, mock-glaring at Abby. It slips slightly as she turns to the counter, where the test lays, untouched. Abby squeezes her hand in reassurance, and she takes a step forward, her heart in her throat.
She blinks down at the test, her fingers resting on the test. She picks it up, the two lines sending shock and elation through her. Pregnant. When Jethro and Abby look over her shoulder, she manages, "False positive."
"That's okay," Abby announces with a smile, "I brought at least four more. Just to be safe."
A/N: Hope you enjoyed!