Author's Note:
Hello… I have to apologize once again for the long delay in updating this story.
And thank you for all the great reviews…
Here's the next chapter and I hope you'll enjoy it…
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Tony, McGee and Ziva sat in the bullpen the next morning. They planned to visit Gibbs later in the day. Abby was with him now and Ducky had gone home to get a few hours of shuteye.
Jenny arrived a few minutes later. Stepping into the bullpen she greeted, Tony, McGee and Ziva. Tony got up and stood next to her, making sure that the steam from his coffee wafted around her. He and the rest of the team watched as Jenny's complexion turned a bit green. She excused herself and headed to the bathroom.
"Morning sickness, check." Tony grinned.
"That was mean." McGee said.
"Oh shut up McGee." Tony growled. "All I'm doing is finding out which things have an adverse effect on her. It's so that we can work on keeping those things away from her."
"McGee, Tony may be onto something." Ziva said, earning a frown from both men.
"You're agreeing with me?" Tony asked. Ziva rolled heer eyes.
"Of course you are." Tony grinned.
"I think we should also find out if she's having cravings. I've heard that women crave the most interesting things when pregnant." Ziva commented.
"McGee, run a search on pregnancy cravings and give us the top twenty." Tony ordered.
Reluctantly McGee ran the search.
"Apples, pineapples, bananas, dust…" McGee read from the list on the internet.
"Dust as in dirt?" Tony pulled a face.
"Dust, chalk…"
"McGee, are you sure you've looked up the list for Human Food Cravings during pregnancy?" Tony asked.
"Tony." Ziva admonished.
"Donuts, pastries, pickles, grilled cheese, potatoes, spicy food… Tony the list goes on." McGee said.
"Well there is no way I'm serving the Director of the NCIS, Dirt! No matter how much she craves it."
"Agent DiNozzo," Jenny said as she walked up to them.
"Oh boy." McGee gasped closing all the search engines on his PC. Ziva backed up and flushed in embarrassment.
"Madam Director… mmm … how long have you been standing there?" Tony asked turning to face Jenny.
"Oh, long enough." Jenny said with a smirk. "By the way, I haven't had a craving for dust, just pickles wrapped in grilled cheese dipped in Tabasco."
"Yes Madam." Tony said, looking at a spot at two inches to the right of Jenny's head.
"And strawberry ice cream with chocolate chips and freshly chopped chili." Jenny said.
"Okay Madam." Tony said, wincing.
"I'm touched that you, all of you, were planning on testing my every food aversion. I'll save you the trouble though. I can not stand coffee."
"That's going to be a huge problem with Gibbs' addiction." Tony murmured.
"Ah, I see your investigative skills have not failed you, Agent DiNozzo." Jenny said surprised but relieved.
Yes, they knew too much too soon. Ducky would never have broken her confidence, but maybe Jethro told Tony. No. Jethro was still trying to process the news. So it must have been Abby. Jenny could see how Abby would have been shocked and blurted out the information. But that still didn't explain how they knew that Gibbs was the father of her babies. But it didn't really matter. Not today, not when she was feeling the excitement of being pregnant, not when she had decided that she would do everything in her power to keep her babies safe.
"Madam Director, I'm … sorry for…" Tony started saying only to have McGee and Ziva chirp in.
"Ahem." Jenny replied, looking at each of them in turn.
"Congratulations Jenny." Ziva said stepping forward and hugging Jenny. McGee and Tony also congratulated her.
"Thank you. Just don't try to congratulate Jethro yet. He is still getting used to the idea of becoming a father again." Jenny said as she turned to leave the bullpen.
"Madam Director," Tony said. "Jenny, if you need anything …"
"Thank you Tony. Just give Jethro and me the space we need to deal with this. Oh and when the cravings become too …"
"We'll get what ever you need." McGee said.
"Thank you." Jenny smiled. Inside she felt like a swarm of jelly fish were swimming in every direction.
The team knew.
Jethro knew.
Everything would be okay now.
She placed her hand on her stomach and whispered, "Everything will be okay my darlings. Mummy promises."
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At the hospital, Abby sat chatting Gibbs' ear off. Every few sentences she would let a hint drop about Jenny and wait for Gibbs' response. That convinced him that she knew about Jenny and the baby. But he didn't want to discuss that with her, not yet. So he let her comments slide and when he couldn't take it anymore he closed his eyes and Abby quieted down.
He had not had another nightmare and he was relieved about that. He replayed Dr Rothman's advice in his head and realized that he did have to make a decision. If he ever hoped to move forward, he would need to close the door on that painful part of his life and he would have to learn to enjoy the future without guilt. That was easier said, than done.
He also wondered about Jenny and what she expected from him or didn't expect from him. He didn't know if she was happy about the pregnancy. She was an ambitious, career driven woman and she had never expressed a longing to have children. This could really mess up all her meticulously laid out plans. Would she want to terminate the pregnancy?
No!
Gibbs heard Abby shift in her chair. Opening his eyes, he found her looking at the door.
"Madam Director." Abby greeted.
"Abby, Jethro." Jenny greeted. She held a bag from Jethro favourite takeout place in her hands.
"Would you be able to keep an eye on Gibbs, Madam Director? I need to get back to the lab." Abby said.
"I can stay for an hour or two." Jenny said looking at Gibbs. He looked back, his last thought this playing though his aching head. I won't let her terminate this pregnancy.
"Thank you. I'll sent Tony or McGee or Ziva to relieve you. Oh and Gibbs is not allowed to have coffee, no matter how much he demands, threatens or tries to glare. He is also supposed to rest, but I think he has a lot on his mind. But too much thinking makes his head ache, so don't let him ah worry too much and the doctor strictly advised no stress for him…"
"I'll take care of him, Abby." Jenny smirked, as Gibbs just looked incredulous.
"Okay and I just wanted to say that you're looking lovely, radiant in fact."
"Good bye Abby." Gibbs finally said.
Abby kissed his cheek and whispered, "Play nice, Papa Bear."
Then they were alone. Just Jenny and Gibbs, and their two babies, safe just below Jenny's rapidly beating heart.
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Author's Note:
That is it for this chapter…
Should they argue…?
Or should they play nice… Let me know…
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