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“Tony.”
“Hm? Need something? Does the baby need something?”
“She is fine, although I am wondering why you have been staring at my stomach for the past ten minutes – and what it will take to make you stop.”
“Was I staring that long? Really?”
“Yes. It is beginning to weird me out.”
“Creep you out, Ziva. Sorry. Guess I got used to resting my eyes on our little sunshine girl in there for eight long months. It's a tough habit to break.”
“It has been three weeks since she was born.”
“So?”
“So, Tony, perhaps you should go back to ‘resting’ your eyes further north, like you did for eight years before I was pregnant.”
“Ha, don't have to tell me twice, Sweet Cheeks. It's just –”
“What?”
“I still can't get over it. Our daughter was inside you. A whole live baby, all 18 inches of her, curled up in your stomach. Now she's out here, with us.”
“You are only now realizing how a pregnancy works, ahuvi?”
“You say pregnancy, I say miracle.”