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tony_dinozzo) wrote2011-07-07 06:27 pm
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Special Delivery
Tony was typing up his letter for maternity leave, sitting at his desk. He was due within the next two to three weeks and Ducky had decided it would be best for him to go ahead to start his leave now in case anything came up. So, while Jethro and the team were out investigating leads on a new case, Tony was caught at his desk. He had just finished the letter and was printing it out when a jolting pain tore through his abdomen and back. It took him a few moments to catch his breath before he picked up the phone and dialed down to the morgue.
"Jimmy... get Ducky... I think this baby is gonna be early..."
Two minutes later, Ducky was entering the bullpen when another pain tore through Tony, leaving him gasping for air. Ducky walked over with Jimmy and the two of them slowly helped him to his feet.
"I've already called Jethro, Anthony, and he will be meeting us at the hospital. Dr. Pitt will be there as well to keep an eye on your pulmonary function as we get ready to deliver this little one of yours..."
Half an hour later they were at the hospital, Tony in a private room hooked up to a couple of machines and iv's, waiting for Jethro to get there.
"Jimmy... get Ducky... I think this baby is gonna be early..."
Two minutes later, Ducky was entering the bullpen when another pain tore through Tony, leaving him gasping for air. Ducky walked over with Jimmy and the two of them slowly helped him to his feet.
"I've already called Jethro, Anthony, and he will be meeting us at the hospital. Dr. Pitt will be there as well to keep an eye on your pulmonary function as we get ready to deliver this little one of yours..."
Half an hour later they were at the hospital, Tony in a private room hooked up to a couple of machines and iv's, waiting for Jethro to get there.
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He lets them know who he is before heading up to the private room, heading straight over to his boy taking his hand and giving it a firm squeeze.
"Hello my precious boy."
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"Oh thank god you're finally here," he whimpered softly. "I was afraid you wouldn't get here before they started cutting me open..."
Ducky walked in and heard those words and shook his head slowly.
"Calm down, Anthony. I would not have allowed them to start on you until Jethro arrived. And now that he has, we can see about getting you into the operating room and bringing this new little one into the world.." Tony looked up at at Jethro, worry evident in his green eyes.
"It'll be all right, won't it?" he asked, needing to hear it from the older man.
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Leaning down he kisses him softly, those blue eyes staring right into those green.
"You listen to me and listen good, my precious boy, everything is going to be alright. It'll be perfect even."
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"Thank you, Jethro," he managed just as another strong contraction hit him.
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"Caitlin Abigail for a girl and Jackson Donald for a boy... if those work for you, boss...."
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"Oh gods... Jethro... we need another crib and a second changing table and... well, we need two of everything now!"
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"Anthony, baby's can be changed on any solid, clean surfaces, even the beds of their parents. Jethro is correct. You only need the one changing table. Everything will be just fine. And, for the first few weeks, you could probably do just fine with the one crib."
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When they got to the office, Tony took Caitlin and Jackson into his arms and followed Jethro inside.
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"Jethro... too loud for the babies..."
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"Sleep, DiNozzo."
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"Love you," he whispered softly.
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