"Tony, don't you remember when I told you I was pregnant?" Ziva was arguing with him. Leah had only left a half hour earlier, and already he was in full 'Leah's my little princess' mode. After Leah left, Tony, for lack of better words, completely flipped out and started throwing a hissy fit.

"She's only 25. You were 33 before you got pregnant!" he yelled at her.

"Are you calling me old, Tony?" she asked, glaring at him so menacingly for a second he fell silent. Then, after a moment of temporary fear of his wife, he regained his bravado.

"No. Of course not. I'm just saying, you were eight years older than her before you got pregnant."

"It also took me eight years longer to get married. That was partially your fault." she quipped back, throwing another glare his way.

"But...Oh, Ziva." he said more quietly, sitting down on the bed and burying his head in his hands.

She sat down next to him and began slowly rubbing his back. "Hey," she said, trying to get him to look up at her. When he complied, she continued. "I understand this is freaking you out. Hell, it's freaking me out too. Wasn't she a baby in our arms just yesterday?"

"She's my little girl, Ziva. I can't believe...she's all grown up now, isn't she?"

"Yes, Tony. She's a strong, confident woman now. And you just have to trust that we raised her well enough to take care of a child with Michael on her own." Ziva whispered to him.

"Michael..." he said through gritted teeth. He was a good kid; Heck Tony even liked Michael. Leah had been dating him since the tenth grade. But getting his daughter pregnant was crossing a whole other line. Ziva laughed.

"Tony, it is not solely his fault. It takes two to tango, yes?"

Tony laughed lightly at Ziva getting the phrase right. He missed being able to correct her mistakes. He sighed. "I just...I just can't imagine our Leah doing things like...well, like the things we do," he said with a small, sheepish smile. "Honestly, it makes me sick."

It was Ziva's turn to laugh. "I agree with you. Some of the things we do are..." she looked for the right word. "...unconventional." After a laugh from Tony, she continued. "But she is a grown woman now. With needs, just like I have. That apparently Michael can satisfy..."

"Ew, Ziva! Please stop talking. Like, now."

"This baby is a blessing, Tony. This is going to be our grandchild. And, as I knew you were going to be a wonderful father, I know you will be an even greater grandfather."

"Thanks, Zi," he whispered, as he placed a gentle kiss to her lips.

"You never answered my question."

"Which one was that?"

"Do you remember when I told you I was pregnant? How excited you were?"

"I do. I was having a child with the woman I loved. And there was nothing Eli David could do to stop it," he answered, kissing her again.

"Well, that is how Leah feels. Somewhat. She doesn't have to worry about her father disowning her and her child. Because she knows he'll still love her and her baby. And she doesn't have to earn his love."

"You're gonna make a great grandma."

"And you a wonderful grandpa."

"I love you."

"I love you, too."

Well, this has been sitting on my hard drive for almost two years. Time to post it. This will be it, there will be no further chapters. Just some fluff I thought up in summer 2010. I found Tony's reaction (when I thought of this scenario in my head) to be very amusing. So here you have it! I hope you liked, please review!