Ziva made her way over to the bed on the floor and turned around, leaning against the wall and breathing deeply to calm her nerves as she started to sweat again while Tony closed the door. "God it's hot in here." He turned around to see Ziva chuckle, letting a small smile peak through. "You just had to get me pregnant in winter didn't you? Now here we are in summer, in a cabin that feels like an oven." She huffed, wrapping her arms around her belly. Tony went and opened the window to let some air in because he was getting hot as well. He took his shirt off as he came and stood in front of his wife, using it to wipe the sweat from her face and neck. Ziva gave a small smile. "Toda." She said before another contraction wracked her body. "Augh-Tony!" She exclaimed as DiNozzo grabbed onto her to keep her steady. "Shhh, easy. It's okay, it's okay, you're doing fine." Tony tried to coach her through the pain. "Let's get you laid down." Ziva just nodded, breathing deeply in through her nose and out through her mouth as they went to the bed, which was actually just a few good layers of sleeping bags, blankets and pillows. Tony eased Ziva down and as she sat Indian style, he stacked the pillows up and then had her lean back against them. She let out a sigh of relief as the pain subsided. When Ziva opened her eyes, they were shiny with tears. "This isn't supposed to be happening." She murmured. Tony looked at her sympathetically. "Not here. Not now." Tony embraced her. "I know your'e scared, Ziva. I am too. But this is happening." He put his hand on her belly. "It's happening right now. You're about to do one of the most amazing things in the world." "I think you mean one of the most painful things in the world." Ziva said with a small smile, looking down. Tony chuckled and put his finger under her chin and lifted it up so she could look him in the eye. "You can do this. I'm going to be right here. I'm not going anywhere alright? Gibbs should be here soon and he will deliver our baby."
Ziva nodded though that didn't keep her from worrying. What if she has complications or what if the baby came before Gibbs got there? What if he didn't come at all? It was only once in a while secretly because of how dangerous the situation was. Nathaniel Sanders had even went as far as drive by shooting with his gang. But this was Gibbs. He gets a sense of when things are going down, or about to go down. Yeah, he should definitely be coming today. The truth was, Tony was just as scared and worried about the exact same things, but he had to be strong for his wife. There was no reception so they couldn't call for help and so they both felt very much alone in this situation. It became the waiting game. Ziva's body would shiver once in a while and Tony asked if she was cold. Ziva shook her head, telling him that it was normal for her body to be doing what it was doing. She groaned and moaned through the contractions, her breathing long and deep as she tried to focus because this was just as much as about mental as it was physical. And right now physically, Ziva felt like her insides were being torn. The minutes passed into hours and the pressure and pain intensity gradually worsened as her labor progressed, the contractions coming closer together.
Since it was now dark outside, the only light was from the fireplace which DiNozzo had lit a little while ago, also a lantern which he had near them. Ziva actually got up and walked around some. Pacing back and forth from one end of the cabin to the other. In one of the pregnancy books Gibbs had brought her about what to expect during pregnancy and birth, she read that walking helps to bring the baby down. She had read the books quite a bit and she absorbed a lot of knowledge about labor and delivery. During the walking phase whenever Ziva had a contraction, she would squat down and breath while groaning or gasping, squeezing her husband's offered hand. It was becoming harder and harder to not yell out. "It's okay to yell, Ziva." Tony said when she started whimpering, seeing the pain in her eyes. This event had been the last he had wanted to inflict upon her. But Ziva shook her head. "No! I can handle it." Tony sighed in annoyance. "Ziva we're the only ones here. It's okay." But the determined woman just breathed and moaned aloud. When the contraction passed, she looked up at him. "Maybe I might yell later when I actually have to push so I am sorry in advance for hurting your ears." Said Ziva, which in turn made Tony smile. It might not have been the best of suggestions, even though crying out in pain doesn't really help, but if it did anything to assist his wife in some way, so be it.
"So let's see, how long have you been in labor for?" Tony asked a while later after a hard contraction passed. Ziva raised her head from where it was resting against his chest as she stood in front of him, gripping his hands and breathing. She turned her head from side to side to ease off the tension in her neck before opening her eyes, one slightly before the other. "Well...the pains started just very subtly at first around noon. Hence we just dismissed them as more Braxton Hicks..." She blew out a breath, briefly closing her eyes as Tony whipped the perspiration from her face and neck again with his shirt. "What time is it now?" Tony glanced at his watch. "It's 10:07 pm so that's...11 hours...Wow." He chuckled. "And I thought that labor was fast like in-"
"Don't compare this to movies, Tony." Ziva said, shaking her head slightly. "Labor isn't as fast as-" She stopped as she felt something, looking down at her large stomach. "What?" Tony asked, starting to panic. "Ziva what's wrong?" His wife looked back up at him with horror in her eyes. "It's coming." She murmured, her breath quickening, eyes wide. "What?!" Tony exclaimed as he followed her to the bed. "The baby is coming!" Said Ziva as Tony helped her get down and lean back against the pillows. For a few moments all that could be heard was Ziva's pant-like breathing as Tony just stood there awkwardly. "How do you know it's coming?" He asked. Ziva looked at him as if he were nuts. "Because I can feel it, Tony! I'm in deep pain, I feel downwards pressure, and my hips feel like they're being ripped apart from the inside!" She yelled, teeth clenching as another excruciating wave of pain wracked her still small and delicate frame despite her nine month bulge of a belly. DiNozzo licked his lips. "What do you want me to do?" Ziva grimaced, sweat pouring from her face. "Look." She said, nodding her head, mimicking Gibbs' signature upwards nod only a little more forward.
It took a second for DiNozzo to realize what she was requesting and then he shook his head. "Wait you want me to...No. No, no!" "Yes, Tony!" Ziva closed here eyes briefly, nodding her head exaggeratedly. "Look ate me!" The desperation in Ziva's voice made DiNozzo go to his wife's side. "You are the only one who can do this." She said as calmly as she could, her eyes filling with tears, perspiration on her face, putting her hand on his cheek. "Please. You have to deliver the baby! Our baby! I cannot do this alone!" Their eyes locked for a moment and Tony slowly nodded. "Okay..okay. I'll do the delivering part while you just keep breathing and do the..pushing part, eventually." He said and Ziva brought him in close and they kissed deeply. "I love you." She said. Tony nodded. "I love you, too. We can do this, Zi. Together." Ziva nodded. "Together." She repeated and laid back down. And with that, Tony removed her pants and underwear, placing a smaller blanket over her legs after Ziva lifted them up and widened them. "What can you see?" She asked after a moment. Tony's eyes just flashed between her and down below a few times. "Tony!" She yelled. "Jah! Uh! Nothing honey." Tony shook his head and focused again. "It doesn't feel like nothing." Ziva exclaimed, leaning her head back and facing the ceiling. "Oh my god! You have no idea what I'm feeling right now!"
"What do you need?" He asked. "I'm really thirsty." Ziva admitted. "I'll quickly go down to the creek and get you some water." Tony said and was only able to get up on one knee before Ziva leaned forward and grabbed his forearm. "No, don't leave me!" She pleaded. "I can't do this alone!" Tony put a comforting hand on her shoulder. "I'm right here." Suddenly Ziva's eyes went wide. "Oh-Aaaaaaaahh!" Ziva screamed as pain flooded through her muscles, all but crippling her. Tony grimaced as she held his hand in a vice-like grip. When it passed, leaving Ziva exhausted, she looked to her husband. "Okay now listen to me, Tony. You have to check and see how far along I am. How many centimeters dilated." Tony was again surprised by her knowledge of this whole birthing thing. "The pregnancy books from Abby remember?" She said. "Some even had a 'What to do in case of emergencies." Tony nodded. "So, what do I have to do?" "Just use your hand." Ziva breathed, taking his hand and putting it in a sort of half fist. "Okay. Now you use the middle joints in your fingers to see how many centimeters." Ziva carefully explained, trying to breath calmly as another contraction started to build. "One..Unh, one finger equals two centimeters..okay? Aaaugh!" Ziva gripped his hand and Tony felt like she was going to break it. "Okay breath, breath. You're doing good." "Just check will you!" Ziva screamed, lying back down.
"Okay! Okay!" Tony flustered, trying not to gag at what he was about to do. "How many?" Ziva asked when the contraction finally subsided, leaning up on her elbows, then she hissed. "Sorry." Said Tony as he made a face, totally grossed out. "Uh, I could only get 3 fingers in." He said, carefully removing his hand. "That's all I'm able to do." Ziva nodded. "Okay. That means I'm at 6 centimeters so far...you did alright, Tony." Tony thought for a moment. "And how many do you have to be?" He asked. "Ten. So...4 more to go. It might take just an hour, half an hour, or a couple of hours. But you'll know when you'll be able to use your whole hand." Ziva explained, laying back against the pillows, completely exhausted. Tony then lost it after she said 'use her whole hand', and went just out the door and threw up. After wiping his mouth he came back right next to her. "Here, scoot forward." He said. As Ziva did so, he sat behind her and wound his arms under hers and let his hands rest on her protruding belly, massaging it. Ziva leaned back against her husband with a sigh. "Thank you, Tony. I love you." Tony smiled and kissed her temple. "I love you too." He put his wife's hair in a loose ponytail at the nape of her neck so it would be out of her face. Though they had no idea exactly what they were doing, they were glad to know how close Ziva was, to have some sort of feeling of being in control...it sort of made sense. She saw the look on her husband's face. "And you said that it was coming right now." Tony said, his voice thick with sarcasm. Ziva narrowed her eyes. "Do you want to switch places?! You're are never doing this to me again Anthony Dimitri DiNozzo!" She yelled accusingly. "Just trying to ease the tension, sweet-cheeks."
Finally got chapter number 2 done. Hope it's just as exciting for you as it was for me to write. Sorry if I made any readers queasy. Again this is rated T. You have been warned. Happy reading!