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Ziva stood there stunned. Tony shook off his own shock and took initiative, "Thank you Doctor." He disconnected the call.


Slowly she turned her gaze on him, her eyes wild. "I can't be pregnant!"

"It's okay Ziva. We'll get through it."

"No I won't! You don't understand Tony! I can't have a baby! I never wanted children; I don't know anything about them! I can't do this Tony! I can't!" She was almost pleading.

Tony was shocked. She was always so in control, but the news of her pregnancy nearly sent her into hysteria.

He did the only thing he knew how to do. He pulled her to him and wrapped his arms around her. She fought him at first, but he held her firmly. "Shhh. Ziva, calm down. It'll be okay. We'll figure it out." He soothed.

The fight left her and she relaxed into his embrace, wrapping her arms tightly around him. After a few moments, she sighed. "I'm just mad, Tony. How could I be so stupid? I messed up. Big time."

"You know, you keep saying "I" but it's not just you. I'm part of this, too. I agree that neither of us planned on having kids and we don't know that much about them, but we can do it if we want to. We can't be that inept."

She let out a low shaky voice. "I'm scared." She said softly.

"I am too." He admitted. "Look at us. A trained assassin and a federal agent terrified by a baby; it's almost funny when you think about it." He chuckled. He sobered at his next thought. "You have other options."

"End it? I know. It's early enough. But…" her voice trailed off.

"I know. I can't explain it either. But I want the crying wrinkled little baloney loaf." He scrunched his face up comically as he looked at her.

Ziva gave a small strained laugh. "You're right. We can do this if we want to."

His hand went to her abdomen and this time she let him rest it gently against her skin. She placed her hand on top of his. He began to rub small circles on her soft skin. "You know." He said. "I've been told pregnant sex is really hot."

To his delight, she leaned forward and kissed him softly. "Let's find out."


The sound of pounding water woke him. At first he thought, storm, but as he slowly surfaced from sleep, he realized it was the shower in his bathroom. For a brief moment, he wondered who was in his shower. Then as he took a breath, her scent invaded his nostrils and he knew exactly who it was. Ziva; pregnant with his child.

He grinned to himself as he thought back over the night before. Tony could now confirm without a doubt that pregnant sex was definitely hot. He had never before encountered a woman as sexually aggressive as himself. Ziva was adept, an athlete, her muscles strong as they grabbed him, possessed him, used him. She knew what she wanted and she told him. And she possessed the best dirty mouth he'd ever heard.

He knew that as time went by and she moved further along in her pregnancy, having sex would require some creative thinking on their parts and he was certainly looking forward to it. His mind began to wander as he imagined new ways for them to pleasure each other.

The shower stopped and he heard the stall door open as she stepped out. A moment later, the bathroom door opened and Ziva made her way down the hall to the bedroom.

"Morning." He said.

She smiled wordlessly at him. The robe she wore was familiar to him. She'd worn it the night she seduced him. Just the sight of her in it and he felt his body react with the memory.

She gave him a devilish smile. She knew. She stood in front of his bureau. Long, low and modern it was decidedly opposite his childhood theme. A large rectangular mirror in a simple wood frame reflected most of the room.

Ziva looked into the mirror and their eyes met as she reached for her hairbrush. He rose from the bed and took it from her hands. "Let me?"

She smiled and handed him the brush. He gently began to pull it through her hair. The brush slipped through her strands easily. As she faced the mirror her eyes met his in the reflection.

She laughed low in her throat. She unfastened her robe and let it fall to the floor. She pressed her bare bottom into his pelvis. "Okay." She said.

Tony set the brush down. His hand went down to play with her damp folds; she arched and let out a feline like purr. Her eyes shut lightly and the corners of her mouth tilted up. For a few moments he watched, reveling in the giving of pleasure. He stopped and her eyes crept open. "Something wrong?" She said turning to him.

"Nothing." He replied. He kissed her slowly, leaving no bit of her mouth unexplored. She made soft mewing sounds as his hands sought the outlines of her body. She hooked a finger into his boxers and pushed them off. She took him in her hand and stroked him. He groaned at feeling of her warm hands surrounding him.

Ziva looked over her shoulder and caught Tony studying their reflection in the mirror. "You like to watch, don't you?"

"Don't tell me you don't?" he teased, his fingers splayed against her rib cage. She spun to face the dresser, bracing herself against the low top. She slid her legs wide and met his gaze in the mirror assuring him with her eyes of what she was offering.

He nipped her shoulder, traced a finger down her spine watching goose bumps appear on her skin. Her eyes lulled close again and he took the opportunity to push into her. As her warm liquid heat engulfed him, he leaned forward to kiss the nape of her neck.

Her eyes flew open and she gasped as he filled her, careful not to bump her cervix. He couldn't touch her breasts but the sight of her torso reflected towards him spurred him on. He braced her hips with one hand and sought her sensitive core with the other. She used her hand to guide him. Quickly, she felt every nerve react as the intensity of her orgasm rocked her body, from her toes, to her torso and smoldered in her chest.

The moment he felt her muscles convulse around him, he let go. Pleasure flooded over him in waves. Drained, he collapsed against her back. "Nine more months of this and neither of us are going to be able to walk straight."

"I did have some trouble this morning." She laughed lightly.


An hour later they lay in bed together, dozing lightly when the phone on the bedside table rang. As Ziva glanced at the caller ID She recognized the readout at the doctors and hit 'speaker,' Dr. Chase's voice filled the bedroom. "Ms. David?"

"Yes?" She said tentatively.

"There's no easy way to tell you this. But there was a mix up at the lab."

"And?" She said. She locked eyes with Tony, concern washed over their faces.

"And we gave you another person's test results. You're not pregnant. We'd like to schedule you to come in and see if you have…"

She didn't hear Dr. Chase recite the litany of possible reasons for her absent period. Not pregnant. Thank God. I'm not cut out to be a mother. Cold realization seized her like a giant fist squeezing her lungs. Of course, you could have just changed that, now couldn't you?

She heard Dr. Chase and Tony talking and realized she'd completely blanked on the conversation.

Dr. Chase's voice seemed to echo off the cream colored walls. "So can we schedule you for that follow up on Monday?"

It was Tony who answered. Concern made his eyes tight. "Certainly. And while you're at it, maybe we need to schedule another pregnancy test too."

Silence followed. Dr. Chase spoke in a level tone. "If you're trying to tell me that you've had unprotected sex in the past 24 hours you can come in. A couple of doses of birth control pills should prevent contraception." She stated. "What do you want to do?"

To Tony's surprised Ziva said softly, "I don't know."

"Call me back, either way." Dr. Chase stated.

"Alright." Tony said and severed the connection. He turned to Ziva. "It's up to you. I'll support you whatever you choose." He said, not really knowing what he wanted her to decide and that fact alone scared him.

Ziva sat on the edge of the bed, lost in thought. He sat beside her and she rested her head on his shoulder. He wrapped his arms around her in a silent embrace, reminding her once again of his support. She kissed him lightly on the lips before drawing a shaky breath. "I've made my decision."



A/N: We hope you've enjoyed reading this story as much as we've enjoyed writing it. Again, reviews are encouraged and appreciated. They let us know if we're hitting our mark. For the next fic, we're looking for your input on what type of story you would like to read. We have a plot, but we would love to have input from you all. Would you rather see more/less Tiva lovin' or, more/less banter etc, etc. Feel free to let us know in reviews or PMs. We do appreciate you all more than we can say. Thanks again. The TivaDivas.