JD's Shockfest

             “I would not be surprised if one or both of my parents pull out their Sigs and aim them at you.” I said.

            “They won’t, hun. We’ve been married for four years; they’re going to be thrilled by the news when we tell them.”

            “Have you met my parents? If my dad doesn’t kill you then my mom will.”

            “And if they don’t then Jen, Jethro or Ziva will. I’ve heard it all before.”

            “I know you have.”

            “JD, we’re gonna have to tell them that you’re pregnant; they’re going to find out when you start showing in a few months.”

            “Not if I have anything to do with it.” I said.

            “Says the woman who could possibly be pregnant with twins or more since multiples run in her family.” Dave said.

            “Just because I have sisters that are twins doesn’t mean that we’ll necessarily have twins ourselves.”

            “Stop avoiding the possibility of maybe having twins and stop being evasive when it comes to telling your family. We told mine and everything was okay.”

            “Well of course everything went okay when we told your family, they aren’t navy cops like mine are.”

            Dave then gave me that look of his that I knew quite well. A look that had said it all.

            “Fine we’ll tell my family, but it may not be pretty.”

            “It will be fine, go make your phone calls.” Dave said in a commanding way.

            “Want to try that one again.” I said with a look on my face that reminded my husband that he and I were equals, that there was no need for him to act like he was my superior officer that I had to comply to.

            “Sorry.” Dave said.

            “Rule 6.”

            Dave just nodded in what seemed to be complete and utter compliance.

            “Do I have to re-train you after all these years?” I playfully teased.

            “Why Ms. Jennifer Delaney Balboa-Anders, I do believe you’re trying to trick me.” Dave said.

            “Me trick you, now why would I ever do a thing like that?” I said becoming ever more mischievous.

            “Cause you are your mother’s daughter and you’ve spent the past twenty-three years of your life around some very devious women.”

            “What can I say; I did learn from the best.”

            With that I led Dave up to our bedroom for a bit of one on one time before I had called who I needed to call. It was quite obvious that Dave was hesitant to have sex with me due to the whole pregnancy thing. I had found it quite annoying having to remind him that having sex while I was pregnant was completely fine, that our son or daughter would not be harmed considering the fact that the next generation of Anders was small enough that he wouldn’t do any damage to it.

            Apparently it was the typical guy worrying he would harm his unborn child syndrome that annoyed the hell out of all us. For some bizarre reason I had thought that my pregnancy would be different than all of the others that preceded it. Of course it didn’t, I fell into the same boat that my mother had to deal with when she was pregnant with me and then again with the twins. Thankfully by the time that Jayla came into the picture my dad had lost that nonsense. Ziva had to deal with it too, although she knew a way back then that she was able to use against Tony. 

            When Abby was in that position she just ignored McGee as AJ did with Palmer. Now Jen was unique in her way of knocking some sense into Jethro. She had decided to quote his rules back to him any chance she got while reminding him that it took him three marriages turned divorces, an ex-girlfriend, an almost lawyer girlfriend and an almost hooker girlfriend for him to realize she was the one for him besides Shannon.

            Some time later I let Dave sleep in bed as I made my phone calls telling everyone to meet Dave and I at Palina’s for our announcement. I knew this wasn’t going to be easy at all. If mom and dad didn’t kill us then Jethro, Ziva, Tony or Jen may. This was all uncharted territory for me which scared the hell out of me.

            After Dave had woken up we went to meet everyone at Palina’s. Of course like any other family gathering the younger kids were running around like maniacs while the kids in between us older three and the brood of maniacs kept tabs as best as they could on the sugared rushed munchkins. Abby of course was her usual self, begging Dave and I to spill our news.

            I was as expected a bit reluctant to utter the words “I’m pregnant” to the present company before me, but with a slight nudge from Dave; I mustered up the courage to do just that.

            “I’m pregnant, 8 weeks to be exact.” I said.

            The room instantly went silent and that was when I wished that my mother hadn’t called ahead to request a private room for us. I then turned to Dave and looked at him for a moment before I whispered to him.

            “I told you so.”